Marvel Magic Event Book

Chapter 744 Product Marketing Strategy (Second update! It's the last day for tickets!)

Faced with the request from Salomon, Frank Castor still had a "F*ck off" attitude, which made Sophia, who was fully armed, almost raised her fist to fight him.But what surprised Salomon even more was that Frank Castor didn't recognize him at all, even though they had met a few years ago.

"Do you think I'm a trendy young man who came to you just to find some urban legend?" Facing this retired soldier, the mystic had to change his way of speaking, and his rude words could even make the etiquette teacher faint, starting with F The words are found in almost every sentence of his.He will not face others with the attitude of "there are only two kinds of English in the world, one is English and the other is wrong". Frank Castor can't understand the overly elegant idioms, which is too embarrassing. GIs who only went to public schools.

"I'm here to make a proposal to you, a proposal of mutual benefit. I know you hate it when people investigate you, but--don't rush, you can't beat me--I have investigated what you want All the things you want. I don't care if you want to die in alcohol or stay anonymous, I'm offering you a job. If your brain can remember a few years ago, you'll know what I'm offering It hasn’t changed, it’s all written on this piece of paper.”

Frank Castor took a sip of his drink to himself.He didn't even look at the contract Sofia put on the bar. The glass of Jim Beam whiskey attracted all his attention, as if every word Salomon said in the mobile phone video call was covered by the loud music of the bar.After a while, he seemed to be a little impatient with Sophia who had been standing by his side all the time, he glanced at the phone from the corner of his eye, "You didn't show up in front of me."

"really?"

Frank Castor frowned. He keenly noticed that the loud music in the bar was gradually lengthened, and the lights began to cast a long shadow.He subconsciously thought that he had been poisoned, but when he was about to hijack Sophia next to him and take out the weapon from the holster on her lap, he found that the notes in the air were pulled into a low and painful cry, and the dim light Like fresh paint on an old canvas, it blurs into a halo when your fingers pass over it.A hand with three rings stretched out from his wine glass, and then placed it firmly on the bar, followed by an arm, a head, and finally the upper body of a man emerged from the small wine glass Crawled out, like a lamp god in a fairy tale.

"What the F*ck!" Frank Castor forced himself to remain calm.His brain did not recognize everything in front of him as reality, but some kind of hallucination after being poisoned.He stood up from the chair, groping around with his fingers to judge the reality, trying to find a way out.

"I'm right in front of you, Frank Castle?" The hand placed a roll of parchment on the bar.

"F*ck!" Frank Castle squeezed through the motionless crowd and took a few steps back.His eyes widened and his heart beat faster.He clenches his fists, adrenaline rushing, ready to respond to emergencies.He decided he was hallucinating and was extremely aggressive as a result.

"Hey! Listen to me, I know I'm creepy now. But please don't hurt my girl, I owe Sophia's father a big debt," said the mystic, "I don't have time to travel halfway across the world to meet you, I The alchemy golem can only maintain one, so it can only be done this way. Do you think I would be happy to taste the bad taste of Jim Beam? Time is slow around now, and the only ones who can move normally are the two of us and Sophia , so listen to my advice and let's help each other."

"What if I say no?"

"Then you will never find the target of revenge." Salomon said very frankly, "It's not that I have done anything, but you just can't find it. You need my help. I inherited the S.H.I.E.L.D. Most of the power on the surface, I can give you anything you want. Don't—"

"A recruiting operation?" Victoria Hand flipped through the file. "An ordinary Afghan retired soldier, a soldier who even registered as dead, what is there to care about? I know that the regular army and the special operations team operate in completely different ways, and more Not to mention there's a ton of advanced weapon handling to learn. But if you need it, you can pull in people from the Special Operations Squad to get the job done. Also, when did you start drinking Jim Beam? I don't remember liking it A cheap wine."

"Since my water elemental structure was shot, I plan to use this wine to punish myself." Salomon said angrily.If he hadn't reacted in time to trigger the spell tattoo he tattooed on Sophia's back to teleport her back, Frank Castor might even have killed her in close combat.As a girl who lived in Siberia since she was a child, Sophia didn't take this kind of thing to heart, but Salomon felt a little sorry.He promised Jacob to protect Sophia, even though Sophia was older than him. "Frank Castor, he was able to kill my water elemental construct, which proves that he is very capable." The mystic was a little depressed, "I don't even understand how he fired so many shots! The water elemental construct The feedback from the body is simply not enough.”

"Maybe you could have someone from Special Forces talk to him instead of magic." Victoria Hand slapped the dossier on the ornate desk in the Office of the Interior, as if the Renaissance furniture she used to have in S.H.I.E.L.D. Alloy desktop for local use. "He is a retired soldier, and what he needs is someone who has a common topic. You don't have that kind of experience, and you can't understand the psychological activities of such a person at all. In the future, please leave this kind of work to the intelligence department."

"I just... I know you are very busy, Hand, I think I can handle this kind of trivial matter."

"As long as you insist on meeting people in this way, it's impossible."

"I'm using technology to project now!"

Victoria Hand stretched out her fingers angrily, and Salomon, who was sitting behind the table, was suddenly covered by a shadow.It wasn't until Salomon's holographic projection screamed that the head of the intelligence department sat back in his seat. "There is no difference, my lord. A man like Frank Castor values ​​sincerity, and his mind is still in the military's code of conduct. If he can't understand you, he won't cooperate with you. You will let him understand you?"

"Frank Castle has a simple sense of justice. He is the kind of person who will fight for the innocent. I believe there must be something written in the file. He represents the most intense and simple kindness in human nature-that is, evil has its own meaning. Bad news. I need such a person." Salomon sighed, "Look at me again, V. I study in British public schools, study in Oxford, join the rowing team and fencing team, good at oil painting and sculpture, look at me What is the point of his identity on the bright side that pleases a veteran soldier like him? It would be even worse if you talk about the other side, the butcher of extraterrestrial creatures and aliens, who does not care about casualties when performing tasks, and possesses many unimaginable magic... …It's even less pleasing, Hand, at least for ordinary people. I think there's something wrong with my product marketing strategy."

"Then do you usually need others to like you?"

"No need." The mystic shrugged, then pinched his nose and drank the Jin Beam whiskey with a painful expression on his face.

"Leave this to me, just as the person monitoring Wilson Fisk hasn't left New York yet. Don't worry, the agent is a veteran, and he has something to talk to Frank Castle." She pushed her glasses, and did Baba said, "However, I hope you can explain it to Frank Castor."

　Ask for a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)