Chapter 66-Thirty Million USD Redemption

the next morning.

Mike looked at Phil Coulson speechlessly, who was sitting on the edge of the table with a napkin pinned to his neckline. Rosemary bacon hash browns are on a white plate on the table.

Mike Tucao: “I feel like I can just turn the supermarket into a restaurant.”

Old Earle raised his hands in agreement: “The business must be very hot.”

“Come on.” Mike also said, now that the old Earl of the supermarket can handle it alone, if he opens a restaurant, he has to hire chefs and waiters.

Recently, supermarket business has improved a lot. Because of safety, nearby Chinese people would rather detour to buy things. Some first-generation Chinese aunts still retain the habit of being a matchmaker and want to introduce Mike to a blind date. In the eyes of Chinese Americans, Mike can be regarded as pretty.

But Mike’s original intention of opening a supermarket was not to make money at all, but to allow himself to use heavenly goods anytime and anywhere.

It’s not that the United States is out of stock. There are some things that you can’t change when you are used to it.

Just like someone has made money, there is no pressure to draw Chinese people every day, and they still like blue wolves and gray wolves in private.

It’s like someone can afford a big hotel, but still likes to squat on the sidewalk.

It’s like someone who has the conditions to read the original version and is still used to piracy… well, drag this one out to play JJ for an hour.

——No one, just habit.

When the business is good, you have to hire people. Mike doesn’t like it, so the hard-working Peter Parker is often taken to the supermarket to help. Peter is indifferent, even happy, because he is charged by the hourly rate, and sometimes the boss will add a pair of chopsticks when it comes to the meal.

“It’s a good group of people. If anyone dares to rob, I don’t plan on their legs!” Peter pondered the way of repaying, but the law and order of this street was too good to be true. The arrogant and domineering bastard came to this street, obediently like a bunny.

“Yesterday I was obviously tired like a dog, and today I am as spirited as a dog.”



“Aren’t all dogs?”

“Yesterday was a castrated golden retriever, today is a husky in rut. Can it be the same?”

Phil Coulson: “It looks like I’ll beat you up, if you can’t beat it.”

“Haha, that’s it… I want to kill me, but I feel helpless.”

“Stop it, did you brush your teeth?” Skye was wearing a red and white checkered kitchen scarf, with a plate in each hand.

Mike gave her a kiss, and the mint smell of toothpaste remained on her lips, using actual actions to prove that she brushed her teeth.

“Good!” Skye regained his steadiness, feeling quite like an old couple.

Phil Coulson: “…”

Potato pancakes suddenly no longer fragrant, it tastes like dog food.

Phil Coulson had almost eaten, and after Mike had finished eating, he started talking about business.

“The Continental Hotel will definitely not stop there. What are your plans?” Phil Coulson asked.

Mike: “I have an internal response at the Continental Hotel, and they should post high rewards.”

“Then what?”

“After dealing with this wave, I will talk to the organization behind the scenes.”

How to talk?

definitely talk with your fist.

Phil Coulson: “S.H.I.E.L.D can provide a safe house to help protect Skye, Old Earle and Chloe.”

The real killers are usually cruel and do everything they want. Skye has no self-protection Ability for the time being, it is indeed Mike’s weakness.

“No need,” Mike said, “but thanks anyway.”

Let S.H.I.E.L.D protect, it feels like sending people into a snake’s nest.

Mike intends to ask Stark for help in this matter. On Mike’s suggestion, Stark is renovating the Marbury mansion. Can you imagine that in the movie, a helicopter carrying two missiles blew Stark’s home into the sky.

I don’t know how enemies are flying in the sky, and how the high-profile Stark survived Infinite War.

If Mike is Stark’s enemy, Stark’s grave head is definitely three feet tall.

The transformation projects include satellite early warning, missile defense, 360-degree high-power energy cannon without dead ends, solidification of residential structures, strengthening of surface materials, etc. According to Stark, the goal is to defend against nuclear bombs and mechanized heavy corps attacks.

The statement may be a bit exaggerated. Stark is good at turning the booze blown into reality. Only a small part of the transformation has been completed, most of which still exist in theory and drawings.

But with the strategic and tactical support provided by the steel battle suit and J.A.R.V.I.S, Mike does not believe that a killer can take people away from the Marbury mansion.

To Mike’s request, Stark directly agreed without saying a word, and also said that he could lend Mike the Mark II.

Mike thought for a while: “Can it be discounted?”

“Fak!”

Stark breathed out fragrance directly, and raised his middle finger by the way.

Phil Coulson stayed for half an hour before and after, eating greasy, and walked away with a hateful face.

Mike told Skye about the matter.

“I’m not leaving!” Skye’s first reaction. She was in a hurry, thinking Mike was in big trouble.

“Uh… how to put it, it just provokes some people, and then they may hurt me by hurting you. As long as you are safe, I…”

“So… we’re dragging you down.” Skye joked.

“Uh.”

Skye’s tone is easy and correct, but if it is not handled properly, it will easily make her think too much. At this time, denying or comforting is not a good choice. The best way is to blame yourself, “I blame me, I kept you in danger. You shouldn’t have experienced such a thing, I’m sorry…”

Skye immediately grabbed Mike’s hand, “Don’t worry, we will protect ourselves, but you, facing the danger, you must be careful, you know?”

“Well, don’t worry, I will be fine.”

Put Skye and the others in the car, to the Stark Building, watch them fly to California, and Mike returns to the supermarket alone.

Waiting boringly until noon alone, thinking that the high-stakes may be released at any time, Mike decided to…have lunch.

After the meal, Mike turned on the computer, which contained information about NY’s more famous killers.

In the metropolis of more than 8 million, too many dark needs have grown in it, and when there is demand, there will be commissions. If there are many commissions, a large number of mercenaries will naturally gather.

“There are so many masters, the masters are among the people.”

Mike felt a little bit of pressure, so he decided to… take a nap.

In the evening, the cell phone rang, Winston’s phone.

“Thirty million USD!” Connected, Winston said the amount.

Winston felt a little excited, “Do you know what this means?”

“It means that many people are crazy and want to kill me?”

“Um, that’s not wrong to say that. Ahem, this is the highest honor of the Continental Hotel so far.”

“So, should I feel honored?”

Winston felt that the conversation could not continue, and the three views were different. “Well, I just remind you that it is estimated that all the members of the Continental Hotel in NY have seen the red, half of them are heading towards Hell’s Kitchen, and the other half. Ready to go, so…don’t die.”

“Oh, got it.”

Thirty million USD. Don’t think that thirty million USD is not much because the cost of a steel battle suit is hundreds of millions. For the same amount, if the target is changed to the United States bucket, the killers will still succeed.

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