Marvel Road to Survival

Chapter 216 Protection Fees

In the observation room, Spider Girl was watching the news. There were many international reactions to the Berlin attack, mostly accusations against superhuman beings. The relevant departments were suddenly pushed to the forefront. Germany filed accusations against the Americans, and the people complained, even in the United States. Some groups have also spoken out, demanding that the president hand over the attackers, and S.H.I.E.L.D. has been left with a big blame.

Next door to the room is the operating room. According to the doctor's request, Qiao Qi drives the body tissue to isolate the samples they need. These tissues will be cultured and a test report will be obtained a day later to prepare a super soldier serum suitable for him. .

"The risk is controlled at 50, and coupled with your regeneration ability, the success rate can be %." The doctor is very confident in the results of this test.

Qiao Qi said seriously: "For others, it's still half and half, right? The fatality rate of the serum is still too high. What I need is 100% reliability."

The doctor was a little embarrassed: "Sir, the success rate of the first-generation serum is incredibly low. Look at Captain America, we only have one Captain America. Maybe the medicine cultivated from his tissue can have a higher success rate, but that's another direction. "

"When you calculate the data, add my regeneration rate as reference data. Please do your best, please." Qiao Qi shook hands with the doctor and nodded heavily. He already has a plan to transplant the Dragon Ball, and only the treasure left by the dragon can fully replenish life energy to the host.

In the observation room, Qiao Qi gently came to the bed of the sleeping girl, and took away the tablet computer that she was holding in her hands. What was scrolling on it was the video provided by the BBC, and Qiao Qi's figure flashed in the camera. fleeting. After tucking Gwen in, Qiao Qi turned off the lights in the room, turned the bedside lamp to low brightness, left quietly, and closed the door behind her back.

"You will come back tomorrow, right?"

Gwen's voice came, hoarse and weak. Qiao Qi was startled, then turned around and forced a smile: "It's not a fight, it's just to get something back."

"I'll be fine, right? Even if you don't become a guinea pig"

Gwen sat up and looked at him with bright eyes. She heard the conversation next door. Although her body was about to decay, the spider's ability to mutate was still sharp. Qiao Qi shook his head helplessly: "You will be fine, everyone will be fine."

He closed the door with his backhand, glanced sideways at the staff on duty in the corridor, Qiao nodded in greeting, and teleported away.

It was late at night at Hell's Kitchen Good Night Hotel. At the end of the corridor, the wooden door was opened. Vanessa put on her hat and scarf and took the lead. Behind her, Wesley, also wearing a hat, quickly followed with two suitcases. The hotel was empty, the lighting circuits were poorly connected, and the fluorescent lights flickered, making people unconsciously dazzled.

The two walked to the front desk. Vanessa looked back at the man. Wesley immediately handed her a suitcase, and then took out a silver coin. The light and shadow flickered. The silver coin had a strange head printed on it. After years of The corrosion has been worn away to the point where the shape cannot be seen, and on the back is the SS Cross.

Bang, the silver coin fell on the wooden table at the front desk, and Wesley asked softly: "When will it start?"

The woman brushed the silver coins with her fingers and turned away: "Before that, I want to meet with my partners."

"Do you need me to come with you?" Wesley followed two steps forward with a worried look on his face.

Vanessa didn't look back and walked towards the hotel door: "Go do your thing and let's wait for him to come back together."

The black Toyota Alpha drove away from the Good Night Hotel. The pink light sign had a bad contact and exploded with a ball of electric sparks. Wesley walked out of the door, tucked his scarf over his face, and walked in quickly with the remaining suitcase. shadow.

At Old Jack's Video Store a block away from here, the old man pulled down the rolling shutter door, straightened up with his waist and knees, turned around and left. His eyes caught a glimpse of the bronze statue of a ghost man next to the church opposite. Old Jack couldn't help but sigh and put his finger on his chest. Made a sign of the cross: "May God bless you and have a happy life in heaven."

Just as he was about to leave, the old man slapped his head and remembered that he hadn't locked the door yet. Hell's Kitchen had become uneasy recently. The defenders and relevant departments were fighting all day long. There were rumors that there were also fights within the defenders. Well. Hell's Kitchen, which tends to become calm, has once again become simple and simple. Old Jack must put two locks on his most important property before he dares to go home safely.

"Hey, Daddy Jack, I'm going home so late today." Several young people passed by, and a handsome boy with curly hair greeted the old man.

Old Jack became furious when he saw this guy: "Damn kid, they really should have smashed your head last time, lest another little bastard came out on this street."

Before the curly-haired boy could speak, his friends were unhappy. A black guy flicked his dreadlocks and said sternly: "Hey, old man, you know who you are talking to. That's Kevin, the headshot guy."

"Headshot maniac, do you know what I regret most? I shouldn't have risked being shot to death to save you, and that Spider-Woman shouldn't have taken action for you. Look at you, kid, you Do you know what you are doing?" Old Jack changed his character as an old cowboy. He really felt sorry for the kid Kevin.

Kevin scratched his curly hair, grabbed the guy who wanted to come up to give the old man some color, and walked next to Old Jack: "Listen, I'm very grateful to you for saving me, but I want to live. My stupid dad went in. , no one can provide food for me and my mother. To live in this place, I have to earn my own money, and only here can I have a chance to get ahead."

Old Jack frowned and shook his head: "You can find a job. I also invited you to work in the video store. Why did you choose such a path? You really like to help them sell leaves and use those powders to harm more people."

Kevin lowered his voice: "This has nothing to do with you. Get out of here. Something will happen here later."

As he said this, he pushed the old man to drive him away. How could old Jack just leave? He tried to persuade Kevin again to stay away from these gangsters. The boy said in a deep voice:

"You don't know anything. My mother, my mother in her forties, she's pregnant, and no one knows who the father is, and she's a damn Christian. I need the money, and I need the reputation in the neighborhood. Feed them. Please, old man, get out of here and leave me alone, okay?"

Old Jack was surprised and confused. He remembered that he had not seen the neighbor's hostess for a long time. The residents in the same apartment seemed to have forgotten that woman who always looked bad. He wanted to say something else, but Kevin pushed him away. He rushed to the intersection and stopped a taxi for him. Old Jack only had time to put a handful of change in his pocket into Kevin's arms.

The boy was about to refuse, but the old man shook his head and stopped him. The old man's eyes were firm: "I can't help you with anything. I can pay you protection fees and let Kevin, the headshot maniac, protect my store once a week. Don't go there again." Sell ​​those things, okay?”

Kevin didn't say anything. He watched the taxi go away and snorted: "Who cares about your small change, old guy?"

When he turned around, he looked like the arrogant and domineering head-shooting maniac Kevin again. He waved to his little brother with a wave of shaking hands, and with his other hand, he clenched the old man's hand in his jacket. Dollar.