The traveling frog is living a carefree life in the Marvel universe.

There's no way around it; when the goddess has a need, the simp has to make some sacrifices.

"Huh~"

Blake immediately showed a look of disgust.

She quickly opened all the windows and then turned on the air conditioner to blow the smell out.

"Kelly, can you come here for a second?"

On the beach, someone else asked Kelly for help.

"of course can!"

Feeling a little awkward around Blake, Kelly quickly agreed and left the lookout tower.

When I was on the left flank, my legs felt a bit weak and I almost fell on the road.

After all, she had been leaning against the window and greeting so many people without even changing her posture, so it was inevitable that she was exhausted and her legs were a little weak.

Walking down the street, she felt especially cool in her short skirt, because she had given Bai Ye a gift when he left!

……

Bryce was still drinking in the bar.

The burly men around him stared at him intently, making him quite uncomfortable.

After all, he's a straight man and doesn't want to play games involving men on top of men.

"When are you going to get your boss?!" Bryce said, getting impatient. "If you're not going to buy, I'll be leaving now. We have other clients to contact!"

By now, even with Bryce's intuition, he sensed something was amiss.

Even their minds, clouded by money, began to calm down.

He found the crashed plane and got the two packets of laundry detergent, and immediately ran to sell them. That was incredibly reckless.

What if we encounter a police checkpoint? What if we get double-crossed? What if…

In short, the risks of doing this are actually quite high!

Bryce thought he had a choice, but in reality, he didn't. If he didn't act quickly, he would also face a dilemma:

What if Brian discovers the plane? Brian is an FBI agent; if he finds it, he'll definitely call the police and have them cordon off the area. His hard-won chance to make money will be gone.

Transporting such a large quantity of laundry detergent back as quickly as possible is quite dangerous, and storage is also a major issue, making the risks extremely high.

So Bryce subconsciously realized that this matter had to be resolved as quickly as possible. Once it was resolved, he would immediately choose to immigrate. With tens of millions of dollars in hand, he could probably live a very comfortable life anywhere in the world.

"No need to rush, our boss has put aside his urgent business and is on his way. He'll be here soon."

The black man in sunglasses gave a fake laugh and said.

Bryce frowned, took a sip of his drink, and continued sitting on the sofa.

But it felt like there was an awl under his buttocks, making him twist and turn, unable to stay still.

"I'm sorry, I can't sell you my goods!"

Bryce suddenly stood up, said something, grabbed his backpack, and was about to rush out without a second thought.

Something's not right with him.

He also realized that his casual and direct approach to doing business with these gangsters was far too dangerous.

The gentleman does not stand under the wall.

It would be better to consider this matter carefully.

He had been blinded by money before and had become somewhat reckless, but now he had figured it out: he wanted the money, but he also wanted his life.

If he loses his life, all that money he has won't be able to enjoy, so wouldn't that be a waste of his efforts?

"Hey buddy, don't rush off!"

A burly black man immediately blocked the doorway, stood in front of Bryce, and grinned.

These people were determined not to let Bryce leave, so naturally, some of them had been standing at the door just in case.

What do you want to do?

Even if Bryce was stupid, he would naturally understand something at this moment.

"If you want these two bags of goods, then you can have them. I have to go now, because I have a big client waiting for me to attend to!"

This was clearly the prelude to a double-cross, but Bryce, clinging to a sliver of hope, still wanted to try one more time to see if he could fool the gangsters in front of him.

What if I'm scared? What if...?

"What are we planning to do? Haha, what do you think?"

The burly black man blocking his way gave a wicked smile and said.

Braxton suddenly felt a tightness in his anus.

No way, is the thing I'm most worried about really going to happen here?

He clutched his backpack tightly, on the verge of tears.

"Don't come any closer. I don't wipe myself after using the toilet, and I also have hemorrhoids..."

"hey-hey……"

Bryce felt his head buzzing. These people not only didn't seem disgusted, but their faces were also showing increasingly wicked smiles.

"Bang bang!"

There was a knock on the door from the outside.

Black man in sunglasses: "Boss?"

"it's me!"

Reis's voice came from outside.

The black man in sunglasses quickly opened the door.

Reyes, dressed in a suit and tie, walked into the room and saw Bryce being held captive by a strongman.

……

"Seawater turns silver into silver sulfide, which can be reduced by nitric acid oxidation."

Brian and Parker successfully transformed a piece of black food into a pistol through nitric acid oxidation.

Mia: "The charm of chemistry is that it can turn the rotten into the magical."

“It’s obvious,” Brian said, holding the pistol. “This is an old muzzle-loading pistol; the firing pin and trigger are intact.”

What is this symbol?

Parker pointed to some runes on the pistol and said.

Brian saw it too, and looked a little confused: "This looks like Spanish..."

Mia: "No, it's Latin!"

She took the pistol and examined it carefully:

The text means: The fate of a tyrant.

Brian, Mia, and Parker are all highly intelligent individuals. Brian is an FBI agent, Mia is a member of a criminal family, and Parker, needless to say, is a highly intelligent person. Following the items retrieved from the seabed, the three of them quickly discovered many clues.

The more they studied, the more excited the three became, because they might actually find a long-lost shipwreck.

Even though none of the three were money-obsessed, the adventure itself was very interesting and worth their effort, so they all had a lot of fun.

Suddenly.

Brian's phone rang.

He took it out and saw that it was an unfamiliar number.

Brian was a little confused, hesitated for a moment, and then answered the phone.

"Hey?"

"Yes, it's me?"

"what?"

"Okay, I'll be right there."

Brian hung up the phone, his face turning extremely pale.

"Brian, what's wrong?"

Mia, being very perceptive, asked.

Parker also cast a questioning look at Brian.

Brian: "The call I just received was from one of Reys's men, the same one we talked about before, the biggest gang leader in the area."

"so what?"

Parker asked:

"Does he dare to cause trouble for you, Uncle?"

"It wasn't me, it was Bryce."

Brian said:

"They warned me that if I didn't go back immediately, I'd be collecting Bryce's body."

"what?"

Parker looked completely bewildered:

"What on earth did that guy do to offend the gang? They actually tried to kill him in one fell swoop?"

"It's also very possible that they're just trying to scare us."

Brian picked up his coat and said:

“Parker, Mia, I’ll leave it to you to figure these things out here. I need to go pick up Bryce first.”

Parker said, "Uncle Brian, would you like me to come with you?"