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Chapter 300 Prison Break, Bullseye

The United States is a bit chaotic recently, with demonstrations and conflicts everywhere.

Naturally, New York is no exception. Some people with appeals took to the streets, those without appeals were wrapped up, careerists fueled the flames, and rogues fished in troubled waters.

In short, there is chaos everywhere, and even the production and living order of the entire society have been destroyed to varying degrees.

The Manhattan side is relatively better. One is that the number of people here has decreased due to the previous large-scale evacuation. In addition, some areas are still under military control, so the chaos is not as obvious as other places.

Moreover, the most important thing is that this is the base of Avengers and Spiderman, both Iron Man and Spiderman are here, which can be somewhat deterrent.

Although the two were criticized by the public, and Iron Man disdained this kind of small fight in the city, Spider-Man did not give up.

He was born in New York, grew up in New York, became famous in New York, and still has the title of a good neighbor in New York, so even if people here slander him, bully him, laugh at him, despise him, despise him, hate him, and lie to him, he I don't take it seriously, I go to school and finish class step by step every day, and then I don't do my homework, and I wander around to fight for justice.

Max helped him fight the injustice, but Parker didn't care.

"At least, I'm still alive," Parker said freely while pulling on the Spider-Man mask.

"Compared to those dead heroes who have died but are not remembered, at least I am still alive. I can still breathe fresh air and see the rising sun here every day. Isn't that enough? Are you satisfied?"

Parker jumped on the window sill, squatted at the window and looked out. That direction was the place where the Destroyer from Asgard landed. There, someone died trying to save him, but until she died, no one knew her identity. name.

Yes, the gunman sister who saved Parker countless times has no name, no one knows her past, and there is no way to even inform her family.

She must have a family, someone she loves and loves her, those people are still waiting for her to go home, but unfortunately, they will never be able to wait.

"As long as you are alive, never stop, don't compromise with your own inertia, don't compromise with your cowardice, don't compromise with this world, since my sister gave me this world, then I must do my best, Go and protect her."

After speaking, Spider-Man jumped out of the window, leaving a group of salted fish without revenge and ideals, looking at each other in the conference room.

"Honestly, this is the Spider-Man I love. Let me ask you, who doesn't love such a Spider-Man." Max shrugged with a smile, and then flew out after Parker.

As the best CP of Spider-Man, although he has persuaded the opponent not to work too hard countless times, as long as Spider-Man makes a decision, he will unconditionally support it.

"This guy, it's as if we are all trash." Harry sprayed, and after spraying, he also flew out on his skateboard. Instead of following Parker and Max, he went in another direction.

Today's New York has become a mess. They don't even need to monitor the police's communication channel anymore. They can just walk out with their eyes closed. Every step they take will encounter one or more crimes.

"What about me?" Thompson pointed to his head and asked Shang Wen, "Can I go out and do some activities?"

The investigation of Thompson is basically over, Hill is gone, Fury is dead, Captain America defected, S.H.I.E.L.D. is in chaos, and no one cares about him anymore.

After listening to Shang Wen, he thought about it and shook his head, "It's not very safe here now, I think it's better for you not to go out for the time being, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble."

"What trouble could it be?" Thompson said so, but his body still sat back. No matter whether Shang Wen is the most powerful among them, he is definitely the one with the most weight in his words.

When Shang Wen was just a civil servant, he vaguely became the leader of this small team. Now that he has become a 'Dragon', he has a firm grip on the temperament of this leader.

At least Thompson didn't dare to stab Shang Wen, because the opponent had the ability to restrain him.

Thompson, who had no choice but to stay, couldn't stay idle. He stretched his head to look at Shang Wen, who was sitting in front of the computer with blue eyes and kept typing on the keyboard.

"By the way, what have you been up to lately? Has the captain really defected? When will Director Fury's funeral be held? Although the situation is a bit chaotic now, the funeral will not be cancelled, right? Also, Dr. Banner them……"

Thompson said that his eyes fell on Shang Wen's computer screen, "This, the prison break incident? Benjamin Dex Poindexter? Who is this person, and why do you pay attention to him?"

Thompson looked at the photo of the man on the screen. First of all, it was a bald head, which is nothing. Bald heads are very popular in the United States. The appearance is quite ordinary. It doesn’t match handsome, but the eyes are a bit sharp. It looks like a villain. look.

"Hey, why is there a ring on the top of this person's head? It doesn't look like a tattoo. Is this a scar? It can't be branded on it, it looks a bit cruel."

Shang Wen nodded, "This man is very cruel and capable. He has a bandit name in Jianghu, called Bullseye."

"Jianghu? Bullseye?" Thompson didn't know why.

Bullseye appeared quite early. Last year, Shang Wen came to New York not long after crossing, but he was a bit nervous and stubborn. He knew that there was a problem with Hell's Kitchen, but he insisted on running to challenge him. I didn't understand it, and I was inexplicably rounded the hammer for several nights. In the end, I was caught by S.H.I.E.L.D.

Counting on those black and white chickens to keep him secret is better than counting on a sow to climb a tree.

However, during the more than a year of being in prison, Bullseye did not continue to swing the sledgehammer in his dreams, and his spirit was greatly relaxed, but his neurotic problems must not have improved.

In the prison surveillance screen captured by Shang Wenhei, this guy's movements are still coquettish, and his expression is still wretched. It's no different from when he first came to New York.

"Now, New York has become so chaotic that the prison can't control it. How could this guy escape?" Thompson asked suspiciously.

Shang Wen shook his head, "No, it's not his problem alone, someone helped him escape from prison."

"Who?"

At the same time, some distance away from the Stark Tower, in the same building in Manhattan, Bullseye casually walked into a bright office, where a tall black fat man opened his hands enthusiastically.

(End of this chapter)