Marvel's Summoner Arrives

Chapter 187 Clearing the Ending (Please Subscribe)

The communication was turned on, and the image of Toomes the Vulture suddenly appeared in front of Su Fei.

"What's going on?" Su Fei frowned and looked at the alien arms dealer that he cultivated by himself.

"The alien weapon that was given to you has been destroyed. It is the Spider-Man you mentioned before." Toomes said with an ugly expression, feeling a little guilty.

After all, everything he has now is given by Su Fei. When he thinks about the liquidation he might face after things go wrong, he can't help but feel a little anxious.

"Spider-Man?" Su Fei was taken aback for a moment, and then remembered that he had told Tumbs about this before.

After all, in the original movie, he was wiped out by Peter Parker, and now he is the big boss behind the scenes. If he is involved, it will easily affect his image.

"If it's ruined, it's ruined. From now on, you and Wilson can concentrate on the reconstruction of Brooklyn. It just happens to be whitewashed." Su Fei replied indifferently.

With his current strength, he doesn't need that extraterrestrial weapon to decompose the energy essence. After all, all the heroic powers have been fused in his body to form his own power.

"Excuse me?" Toomes was taken aback for a moment, feeling more and more uneasy. If her current big brother wants to be exonerated, will he be silenced?

"Well, whitewash." Seeing the uneasiness on Vulture's face, Su Fei quickly understood and comforted him.

"Alien weapons have no effect on me now, so there is no need to maintain them. Now that they have been discovered, let's take this opportunity to stop them." Speaking of this, Su Fei solemnly reminded.

"I don't want any trouble in the future, so you have to leave no trace, understand?"

"Understood, please rest assured." After confirming that Su Fei really didn't need it, Toomes immediately relaxed.

In fact, with the defense group formed by Tony Stark, the acquisition of alien energy during this period has become extremely difficult.

This time, he was caught by Spider-Man in a transaction. If it can be completely disconnected, it will be good news for Tooms who already has new resource income.

After all, he is not the kind of villain who wants to commit crimes all day long.

Being able to do this now is just because I want to take better care of my family.

"After today, I will cut off all contact, and I promise there will be no problems." Tombs solemnly promised.

In the underground factory.

Toomes the vulture hung up the phone and walked out of her office.

As he walked out, the general team members of the original transport team immediately focused their eyes on him.

"How about it, boss, high-altitude device, do you want it? If not, we won't have new materials to make the next batch of weapons." Fatty, who has been developing and improving alien weapons, asked.

"No, from now on, let's put down all the alien energy in our hands. Tonight we will pack it up and give it to Spider-Man collectively. Tomorrow, all of us will move to the office at the transport site in Brooklyn." Toomes Said in an unprecedented relaxed tone.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, as if they hadn't reacted, but after a while, although the fat man's face was somewhat reluctant to part with the alien weapons, he still said excitedly.

"Back to the right path?"

"Yes." Toomes nodded affirmatively.

"Now that the Brooklyn project is on the right track, we can make money in an open and honest manner. There is no need to confront those so-called superheroes head-on."

"Huh, that's good. I've wanted to do this for a long time. Although these alien weapons are indeed very attractive, I don't want to be touched by the FBI one night."

Some people happily agreed, while others remained skeptical. After all, the feeling of alien weapons in their own hands is very charming.

For example, Jack, the first-generation thriller, was very reluctant to part with his powerful gloves.

"Boss, just let it go. What if the Brooklyn project is robbed by those big shots again?"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the whole factory suddenly became dignified again.

"So, what do you want to do?" Tombs glanced at the crowd, and his heart froze. The criminal corruption that he tried his best to avoid happened, but he didn't expect it to happen. He asked calmly.

"Why don't you guys go on to work on the Brooklyn project? How about leaving it to me? I'll give you the same monthly money." Jack said very freely, but his face was very arrogant, revealing a look of grabbing power. attitude.

"What if I say no?" Toombs smiled.

"Please, don't do it. Someone has to do it. Besides, our arms business is so good now. It's just a vigilante with a red leather jacket. There's no need to be so afraid."

"Do you think it's because I'm afraid?" Toomes raised her eyebrows, her face was a little ugly. From the establishment to the present, only this bastard has always been obsequious to herself.

Now he wants to clean up his crimes and come out to make trouble. This is not giving face.

"I didn't say that, but I think it's hard for me to endure that kind of regular job anymore." The meaning of Jack's words was obvious.

"You think so too?" Toomes glanced at the silent crowd around her.

"I'll listen to the boss." The fat man in charge of weapon research and development said decisively.

As everyone around nodded under Toomes' gaze, Jack, who was the first to advocate, became upset.

"Please, don't you all want to go back to the exhausting work of looking at people's faces?"

The crowd did not speak.

Toomes was very satisfied, and said directly to Jack, "From now on, you will be expelled from this team."

"Fired?" Jack looked at Toomes in surprise, "Are you going to drive me away?"

"Let's say it first. I'm not strict with my mouth. If you get drunk, say something to the police. Don't affect your cleansing."

"What?" Toomes laughed angrily, and looked at Jack seriously. Seeing that the latter seemed to be smiling but serious, he turned around and walked to the work table in front of the fat man, and picked up an alien handle. Weapon modified firearms.

Then he turned around sharply, pointed the gun at Jack, and shot quickly under the latter's astonished gaze.

In the purple energy wave, Jack the Thriller, even his clothes were turned into ashes, and his flesh and bones were completely blasted to pieces.

"Hey, isn't this weapon only capable of attracting attraction?" Toomes said in pretended astonishment.

The people around laughed dryly, looked at Jack's ashes, and all of them suddenly felt awe-inspiring, and no longer dared to raise objections, and began to concentrate on executing the order.

This nima fired when he disagreed with each other, and said afterwards that he didn't know at all?

Hehe, it seems that the boss of the usual good guy has gone bad, the evil moneyism.

As for Jack, he was honored to buy an Alien brand vacuum cleaner after the fact, and the profit is at the forefront, brother, arms dealers are quite particular.

In the middle of the night, somewhere in a tall building, Spider-Man, a trainee of the Avengers Alliance, was very happy.

(End of this chapter)