Pokémon Invasion Marvel

Although they were not short of food, those dehydrated instant foods were not as delicious as fresh ones.

"Is the owner of this ship from the Celestial Dynasty?"

Mad Dog stuffed a small steamed bun into his mouth, and said with some doubts.

"I don't know, just let him go."

Emerson only cared about the food in front of him, and replied casually.

In front of food, nothing else matters.

"Hi, can I sit here?"

At this time, although it was already past dinner time, the two of them were not the only ones in the restaurant.

However, these people obviously did not know each other.

They may come and go alone or in small groups, but different groups seldom communicate with each other, obviously they are not familiar with each other.

Emerson was a little surprised by the sudden appearance of a woman.

"Of course, beautiful lady."

The mad dog looked the same, with an aura of not getting close to strangers covering his whole body.

Emerson had to put down what was in her hand and respond to the black woman who spoke out.

This is a black woman in a cold jacket, about 30 to [-] years old, with a very tough face and a heroic look between her brows.

"Thank you for your praise, are you from the Celestial Dynasty?"

After Emerson made a gesture of invitation, the woman hesitated and sat beside Emerson.

"Why, don't I look the same?"

Facing the woman's question, Emerson asked back.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm not very good at distinguishing these."

The woman understood Emerson's meaning and said apologetically.

"It's okay, people in some countries are really like us."

Emerson spread her hands generously, signaling that she was fine.

This kind of thing is so common that Emerson is a little used to it.

Sometimes when he looks at foreign species, he can't tell the origin.

"I don't know what aspect you are in charge of?"

The atmosphere was awkward for a while, and the woman quickly changed the subject.

"Shouldn't you introduce yourself before asking someone else?"

The mad dog, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke after the woman finished speaking.

His tone remained the same, and dissatisfaction was evident on the woman's face, but she quickly suppressed it.

"Sorry, I am Alyssa Woods Environmental Science Technician and Guide, and I am leading the team this time."

"Guide? Where is our destination this time?"

Emerson stopped the mad dog who couldn't chat with his eyes, and chatted with Alyssa himself.

"I don't know yet. The funder of this event tomorrow will tell everyone the basic situation, and we will know it by then."

"Tomorrow."

After hearing what Alisa said, Emerson murmured to himself.

Chapter 67 Honest People Are Not Honest

Alyssa's words revealed a lot of information.

Since the investor decided to show up, it meant that they had already controlled the ship.

For them or for someone, self-confidence can take control of the situation.

"Thank you for telling us such important news.

Otherwise, the two of us are still at a loss. "

Emerson pretended to be surprised, and thanked Alyssa again and again.

"It's nothing, and you'll soon find out.

By the way, I haven't asked you yet, what kind of experts are you engaged in? "

Alyssa waved her hand modestly, and asked about the occupations of Emerson and Mad Dog.

As the guide this time, Alyssa knew very well that everyone in the team was a leader in their respective fields, and should not be underestimated.

As for Emerson and Mad Dog, it was the first time she had seen them, and she wanted to test out their details.

She did not doubt the origin of these two people.

Because all the people they came here were sent directly to the icebreaker by private helicopters.

She never thought about the fact that outsiders got involved.

"Looking at the position of the geomancy, tapping the acupoints to determine the pulse."

Emerson glanced at Mad Dog, had an idea, and said this directly.

"Sorry, I don't understand, does this belong to geology?"

Alyssa was at a loss when she heard it, and thought about it again and again, but she had no memory of it.

She has been traveling all the year round, and her knowledge is very extensive.

But even so, Emerson's words still stumped her.

"This is an ancient theory of our celestial dynasty. It's normal for you not to understand it."

Emerson suffocated a smile, talking nonsense seriously.

He just came up with a bad taste and wanted to be confused with this American girl.

"The culture of the Celestial Dynasty is extensive and profound!"

Alyssa didn't know what Emerson was thinking. After hearing what he said, her face was shocked, and she praised her in her crappy Chinese pronunciation.

"Okay, we should go back and rest."

Mad Dog didn't want to continue this boring behavior, so he got up and interrupted their conversation.

"Sorry sweetie, it was a pleasure to chat with you.

My companion only knows how to do research. "

Emerson spread his hands towards Alyssa, and said with a helpless look.

"I understand that Chinese scholars are very serious."

Alisa glanced at the mad dog who had already got up and left, saying that she would not care.

After bidding farewell to Alyssa, Emerson caught up with the mad dog who left in front.

"Why are you in such a hurry, have you found a place to live?"

"Continuing is just a waste of effort, this woman is very guarded.

As for the place to live, isn't it all here! "

While talking, Mad Dog pushed open a half-closed door and strode in.

The room is very tidy, except for a luggage bag, there are no personal items.

The owner of the room obviously hasn't cleaned up yet.

"A bed, how to sleep?"

Emerson followed behind him, walked into the room, took a panoramic view of the entire layout at a glance, pointed to the only single bed in the room and asked.

"You sleep on the bed, I sleep on the floor."

Mad Dog obviously planned to live in this room, so he tore off the quilt from the bed and spread it on the floor.

"I think so too."

Emerson turned around and lay down on the bed.

He didn't mean to be humble at all.

It's time for him to show off his prestige as a boss.

Neither of them had the desire to continue talking, but neither fell asleep with peace of mind.

All signs in this room indicate that this is a room inhabited by people.

They have to wait for the master's return.

They didn't have to wait long before a burst of rhythmic footsteps came.

Mad Dog got up slowly, quietly came to the back of the door, and waited quietly.

Although the location of this room is very ordinary, it is not a corner.

But the corridor on this ship is very wide, and the distance between the two rooms is very large.

Footsteps usually sound the same to humans, but to Emerson and Mad Dog, footsteps convey a signal.

The footsteps of the visitor were very frivolous, and the rhythm sounded like dancing, with very rhythmic jumps and jumps.

"This one is good, this one is good, my babies will love it!"

Graeme Miller, the top chemical engineer in the team, was humming a ditty and happily flipping through the camera in his hand.

Maybe he was too involved, and entered the room in a daze.

He didn't even notice Emerson lying on his side on the bed, and he was still looking at the camera.

It wasn't until the mad dog put the dagger on his neck that he realized that there were other people in the room.

"……Who are you?"

Miller turned his head tremblingly, his voice trembling.

"Don't be nervous, we're just borrowing it for a while."

Emerson stretched his waist, and said in a disinterested manner.

Miller's useless look made him even lose interest in teasing.

"Okay, go inside."

The mad dog held Miller hostage with a dagger, led him away from the door, and hooked the door with his foot.

Although his appearance is indeed harmless to humans and animals.

But there is no big mistake in being careful, Mad Dog is still very cautious.

Miller was brought to the bed, but there was nothing unusual about it, with a submissive look.

"I'll leave it to you, I'll go to sleep first."

Emerson turned over, turned his back to the two of them, and didn't want to say anything more.

"sit."

Mad Dog glanced at Emerson, put away the dagger in his hand, pointed to the chair beside him, and asked Miller to sit on it.

Miller was a little hesitant, dawdling and not daring to sit down, until the mad dog glared at him, and he sat down obediently.

"Tell me about your situation."

"Gremy Miller, I'm a chemical engineer.

I have two sons and here is a picture of them, you see! "

Under the nervousness, Miller panicked, not only confessed his identity, but also wanted to take out the camera to show the mad dog.

"Put away your camera, what about the rest."

Mad Dog is not interested, so he went to see his photo and continued to ask.

"Others...no more."