Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

"He was selling so-called high-end goods: white girls and virgins."

"But the FBI wasn't interested in this criminal group. Someone stepped in and suppressed the follow-up investigation. Even the people behind me warned me."

"Where are the documents?" Matthew raised an eyebrow.

"It was destroyed."

Rachel spread his hands, and Matthew smiled, a mocking smile. Both of them knew what that meant.

"The organization in the United States has disappeared and I believe it will change its identity after a while. I can't find it for the time being, but there is an auction in Paris in two days, and the buyers are some wealthy people."

Reicher emphasized the word "rich man".

"You seem very certain that I'm short of money."

Matthew looked at Rachel with surprise.

The latter paused for a moment, then downed the beer in his bottle in one gulp. After opening another bottle and taking a swig, he said in a deep voice, "I don't know what happened to you that gave you the strength to fight against dozens of gunmen, nor do I know what you want to do in the future."

"I've analyzed and assessed your personality. Based on your past behavior, I think you might do something that will shock a lot of people. I'm not sure what it is, but you'll probably be short of money."

"A group of filthy scum who traffic in human beings possess wealth that many people could never have in their entire lives."

"It's better to hand over the wealth to you than to let those scumbags control it."

"Due to some pressure, I cannot personally send those scum to hell, but you can."

After meeting Rachel's eyes for a few seconds, Matthew raised his bottle, clinked it against Rachel's, shook his head, and said, "You don't belong in this country."

"Perhaps, I can only do what I can."

"Since that's the case, why not work with me? Perhaps I can lead you down a different and more exciting path."

"Although I'd love to say yes, it's not possible right now." Rachel didn't completely refuse.

Matthew understood and didn't press for details, continuing to drink. The two chatted for a while afterward, and Rachel gave Matthew his companion's contact information before leaving.

He needs to investigate that mysterious organization.

Rachel has never liked having any department watching him. He needs to do his research beforehand, which is his consistent style. Matthew did not stop him. In fact, as far as he was concerned, there were only a few mysterious organizations.

Hydra, S.H.I.E.L.D., and the like.

To ordinary people, these two organizations are indeed huge and terrifying, but to Matthew they are nothing special. The only ones he doesn't underestimate are the scientists.

After all, the scientists in this universe are a bunch of bugs.

As things stand, Professor X poses a greater threat than those organizations.

Rachel's counter-investigation shouldn't pose any real danger. This big guy isn't a simple character either; the fact that we had to clean up his mess in Margrave Town shows that he must have considerable power behind him. Given his cautious approach and personality, making Rachel completely disappear won't be easy.

As for Matthew, he also needs to begin the first step of his action plan.

In fact, his plans may change due to the uncertainty of the sign-in system and rewards, but the overall direction should remain the same.

That is, preparing to create an organization of my own.

The best way for him to deal with the hidden worries brought about by his powerful physique is to use nutritional supplements. Matthew has never been averse to the power of technology, and he believes that nutritional supplements are currently the most suitable way to solve this problem.

So he currently needs to solve the problems of money and personnel.

Fortunately, this time we can solve one of his problems.

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Inside a detached luxury mansion in Paris.

A middle-aged man, dressed in a black sweater and wearing glasses, with a neat appearance, sat at his desk, checking information one by one on his computer, preparing for the crucial auction that was about to take place.

For him, even the slightest mistake would be catastrophic.

This residence was also a place he specifically chose for his work.

This area is an affluent neighborhood, with dedicated patrols and security personnel, ensuring adequate safety.

After checking the information, he stretched, picked up his empty coffee cup, and prepared to go to the living room to make another cup.

However, as soon as he left the room and entered the living room, he paused, his pupils widened slightly, and his expression changed, because he didn't know when, but two unfamiliar figures had appeared in the living room.

A tall, handsome young boy with black hair, wearing a black coat.

The other woman was dressed in a simple shirt, a dark green coat, and jeans. She had an ordinary appearance, was nearly 1.7 meters tall, had dark skin, and her black hair was tied into a braid, a style unique to Black people. She had a capable demeanor.

This seemingly inappropriate pairing appeared in his own home, giving the middle-aged man a sense of unease.

But instead of resisting or running away, he intended to try to communicate.

However, to his surprise, the handsome black-haired boy in the black coat suddenly appeared in front of him as if he had teleported, startling the man so much that he instinctively staggered back a step, and the empty coffee cup slipped from his hand.

The boy easily reached out and caught the coffee cup.

He called out his name in English.

"Clement".

"What?" The man staggered a couple of steps to regain his balance, still reeling from the boy's ghostly speed. He was filled with panic when he heard the boy call out his name, and his heart sank.

Clearly, these two people were targeting him, and he didn't know what their purpose was. He said a sentence in French in an attempt to play dumb.

But then the capable-looking woman with braided black hair walked over and, as she brushed past him, responded to him in French with a playful tone: "I speak more than a dozen languages, including French, and I think you should be a bit smarter, Mr. Clement."

After saying that, he went into the room behind him.

Clement was startled by the woman's words and actions. When he noticed the boy's cold gaze, a nameless fear rose within him.

"You'd better think carefully about who you are..."

He tried to threaten him, but the boy had grown impatient. He strode forward, grabbed Clement by the neck with his right hand, ignored his struggles, and dragged him into the room.

I went to my desk.

The woman was rummaging through the files and computer on Clement's desk.

Clement immediately understood their purpose. His mind raced. International police? Or some hostile force?

As he was thinking, he heard a woman's voice.

"Looks like we're in luck, Boss. Here's a list and detailed information of all the participants in this auction."