Marvel: I Have the Reality Gem!

"I am the representative of majesty!"

"I am the embodiment of justice!"

"I want to buy it for [-]% of the price.

.The company's injection"

"impossible!"

"Don't even think about it!!!"

"unless......"

"And...add money!"

William Stryker said with a look of 'justice'.

................."I know you're a jerk with a special code!"

Ross gave William Stryker a fierce look with an expression that was not what I expected.

"Don't tell me!"

"Half price from.

.The company buys it, and then resells it to others, not for its own use.”

"You know, this kind of thing is going to be.

. The company knows, but it will reduce my presence.

.Reputation of the company!”

"When the time comes, go again.

.The company will not only not give discounts when buying things, but will also increase the price, and even some things will be restricted from selling to me!"

"This kind of price, [-]% of the price is what I want to bear"

"Where did you come from and where did you die!"

William Stryker was unmoved at all, and even more so with an expression that would not work even if the King and Lao Tzu were here.

................."You give me a nice word"

"What price to sell!"

Ross pulled out a cigar, lit it directly with a military windproof lighter, took a puff, and spat out a string of smoke rings at Stryker.

"Humph!"

"Nine ninety percent!"

Seeing the smoke ring flying in front of him, William Stryker frowned and opened his mouth.

........................"puff"

"cough cough"

"What did you say"

"You don't have to be ashamed of your special code"

"At your price, I won't go directly.

.Does the company buy it?”

Ross was directly choked by William Stryker's shamelessness, the cigar in his hand was no longer... fragrant, and he threw it directly at William Stryker.

"Well..."

"All right"

"It's really a little taller."

Dodging the cigar thrown by Ross, Stryker patted the non-existent soot on his clothes, and said in a tone that seemed to be a bit rude, but he didn't care at all.

"Then, less "99:[-] [-]%"

William Stryker decided that he was determined to carry out the shameless to the end.

........................"Grass!"

"Seven percent, no more!"

Ross is 'angry'.

"99:2 Twenty [-]"

"can not be less anymore!"

William Stryker also looked 'angry'.

Bang! "Seven seven one!"

Ross clapped the table.

"Just nine 99 two 2!"