Mixed in Marvel to be a master

Chapter 18
In this world where black technology is more likely to explode, he believes that the road to magical science will be successful sooner or later.Bai Mu poured chicken soup on everyone to improve their efficiency, and sooner or later they would be promoted and raise their salaries to marry Bai Fumei.

Deputy Director Hill is still in the process of integrating this series of things. The director who thinks he is hardworking and loves to go to work drinks tea and listens to music at home and office, and thinks about the problems discovered in the last operation.

I still remember the scene of beating Bullseye violently. It was only a buff that made him kneel down and call Dad. The physique of a magician is really not his strong point.

Although he is practicing fitness and fighting hard these days, he vows to be as fierce as Gandalf.But in terms of status, the noble magician and bureau chief roll up their sleeves to fight?The image and influence are always bad. Shouldn't the normal picture be that the director nods his finger and his subordinates bulldoze everything?

He looked up at the secretary who was secretly applying lipstick on the excuse of working outside. He couldn't believe how aggressive these women who always wanted to love beauty could be when they fought.

"I want to find some men who can fight!" Bai Mu picked up his coat and put it on, otherwise he would still have to roll up his sleeves in the next situation, what a shame!

He tends to look for superhumans. Ordinary people have too many limitations, limited power, and easy death.Among superhumans, he favors mutants. If there is a mutant who can become indestructible, or has the ability to be undead like Deadpool, it will be an excellent tank.

"Sir!" the girls outside the office began to behave.

"Duplicate what you say, deduct wages." Bai Mu said that he had already seen their laziness, and a group of people suddenly shrank, and then he laughed: "Get out, go on a date after get off work!"

Get rid of these stinky bitches, reject some kind of hint of a fight, the rabbit doesn't eat grass by the side of the nest, or how embarrassing it will be in the future?There is a lot of beauty in the outside world!

They called a few big-bodied agents, and eight Escalades lined up in a line to go out. In the car, Bai Mu looked up the information on the computer.

The relevant departments can use the intelligence systems of other units. According to the relevant records, there are underground boxing rings in Brooklyn, where there are many ruthless characters who are desperate for life.

In other words, it is very resistant to fighting, and some extraordinary humans will appear from time to time, and mutants are also frequent visitors.As for why it wasn't taken away?Refer to the principle that pirates cannot be killed.

SHIELD is also unwilling to make enemies for the existence that does not affect the world of ordinary people with its ability. It usually registers and monitors, just in case some people have a whim one day and feel that the bank's gate can no longer stop their own pair of iron fists.

Bai Mu had nothing to do after get off work, so he wanted to visit the black market.If it's interesting, bet a few bets to find a suitable thug, which will naturally be even more embarrassing.

The Escalade team, unable to keep a low profile, drove into Brooklyn.For this group of strangers who suddenly appeared, driving luxury cars, all black suits with unkind faces, those who let the air get nervous, and some people touched weapons.

"Relax guys, I'm just here for the show and entertainment." Bai Mu stepped down from the back row and glanced at the group of nervous guys indifferently.

The bodyguard warned: "If we want to cause trouble, you can't even see what we look like, trust me. Now, get the fuck out of me!"

The tone of voice was very bad. If other circumstances and other people were involved, they would probably be dragged out and beaten up. But let's think about it now. The bodyguards in eight cars in black seemed to be very skilled, and they even carried weapons.

"This way, please." In the end, someone sensible made way.

The crowd walked into a private house, which had been remodeled into a unique place. The stairs led to the basement. After passing through two doors, the view suddenly opened up. In the middle was a boxing ring surrounded by iron nets, and the audience shouted wildly all around.

When he came in, he had just finished a match. The staff lifted a dying man down, and the host shouted in a lively atmosphere: "The final winner has been decided, let us congratulate him! Congratulations to the winner!"

"But tonight is obviously not enough! What we want is excitement, what we want is heartbeat! The one who came to challenge our 42 victories tonight is a rookie-Tank!"

"Is he looking for death or is he impatient to live? Or has the opportunity to create a miracle for us? Audience, please prepare your banknotes and scream!"

Thrill-seeking gamblers place their bets with a lot of dollar bills in their hands, and those enchanting, revealingly dressed bunny waitresses are busy shuttling through the crowd, selling all kinds of drinks and medicines.

And at the entrance of the backstage passageway, the super muscular hunk who was on hormones, nicknamed Overlord, was shouting, "I crushed his head the first time and ate his brains!"

The odds of Bawang losing are very, very low, but there are still countless people vying to bet, not only betting on him winning, but also betting on which round he will knock down the opponent and so on.

Compared with the other challenger, although there is not much difference in size, he is obviously not well-known. Nicknamed "Tank", he is more than two meters tall, with a cigar in his mouth, and looks calm and relaxed.

Most of the people's bets on him are "can last for a few rounds", and no one will think that he wins, although the odds have reached a very high level of 42 to [-].But Bawang's physique is simply not human, and he won all [-] games, whoever touches him will die!

"Interesting." Bai Mu snapped his fingers, and a bodyguard opened the box, which contained large denominations of dollar bills, attracting the attention of a group of people.

But this group of men in black with unkind faces wiped out those guys who wanted to make trouble.Bai Mu pointed to the "tank" and said, "One million bets him to win."

The host yelled: "One million!! My God! There is a gentleman who is full of confidence in the tank and beat him for one million dollars to win! This is really a blockbuster, and the tank has started to have fans!"

People around who heard the sound turned their heads one after another, and even the tank looked curiously.Bai Mu ignored these people and sat down with folded arms, surrounded by a group of men in black, watching the show calmly.

A Latino with a mustache next to the tank muttered: "Damn it's too late! How did this guy get out? My odds are down!"

The agent asked the boss: "Do you think he can win?"

"I don't know, I just think the odds are high, what if I win?" Bai Mu gave such an answer, winning or losing depends entirely on luck.

But he did have a feeling that the tank guy was unusual.It may be because he has practiced too much spiritual magic, his intuition is generally not bad.

Overlord obviously has the ability to mutate or mutant, and his physique is as strong as a cow, but if the tank has the courage to fight against mutants, it must have a few brushes, and the probability of death for a fool is very low.

Anyway, it doesn't matter if you lose, just treat it as watching the fun.And if he wins, he not only has money, but the result is that he wants to find the best player?
(End of this chapter)