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Zhang Ming: "..."

Roy chuckled: "I'm just kidding, when it's over, give me your autograph, I want to show it off to other people in the fan club."

"no problem."

"Look at it."

Zhang Ming waited in a dark corner. A few seconds later, a discordant guitar sound appeared amidst the dynamic electronic music in the bar.The DJ who played the music looked confused. He turned down the electronic music and wanted to hear who was messing things up.

The guests stopped dancing and searched together.

The lighting engineer was the first to find the "culprit", and a beam of chasing light moved over.

Under the lights, Roy was wearing a suit.

It was obviously a men's suit, but he had a neutral aesthetic feeling when he wore it. He tore off the suit jacket, ripped off the bow tie, raised his right hand high, and swung it down quickly!

Electric guitars blare.

He played faster and faster, and the people who were frightened before suddenly regained their enthusiasm. Some took out their mobile phones to take pictures, and some raised their hands and swayed their bodies to the sound of his guitar.

Being able to be a DJ on a cruise ship naturally has two brushes. The DJ played music following Roy's rhythm. Roy threw the guitar and jumped to the center of the dance floor. The dancing crowd gave him a space. It shows dancing.

Roy is a master of pole dancing, but he is also proficient in all kinds of dances.

He became the center of all attention, no matter what the identity of the people present, whether rich or noble, they were all cheering for his performance.

During the dance, Roy glanced at the darkest corner, where Zhang Ming was standing just now, and now it was empty.

I should have completed the task, right?

Thinking of this, the smile on Roy's face became even happier.

Roy enjoyed the applause and cheers in the cabin. Zhang Ming was finally not found this time. He grasped the hook lock and slowly climbed up with the power of the winch of the ejection device.

The whistling sound of the helicopter's rotors covered up the sound of Zhang Ming climbing up. He grabbed the edge of the top floor and poked his head out to look forward.

Norman Osborn and Mr. T just opened the door and came out. The helicopter pilot gave a thumbs up, indicating that everything is normal and can take off at any time.

Mr. T held out his hand, the two shook hands for the last time, and then Norman walked in the direction of the helicopter, still holding the box containing the medicine in his hand.

After turning around, a smile finally appeared on Norman's calm face, and the hand holding the box unconsciously increased a little strength.

As long as it proves that this medicine can be applied clinically, Norman will definitely cooperate with Mr. T at all costs.

Because this potion is not only a business for him, but also his life!

The fate of the entire Osborne family!

Just when Norman was imagining how he would develop his ambitions after solving the family genetic disease, he heard the sound of a gun being loaded behind him.

He turned his head and saw Mr. T drew out his gun, pointing in his direction.

"you……"

Norman stretched his right hand into his bosom. A president of a multinational company who dares to be alone and meet a weird stranger must be prepared for him.

Before Norman could use his "preparation", a silver-white lock flew over, tightly wrapped around the box in his hand, and snatched it away before he could react.

Zhang Ming opened the box and grabbed the bottle of blue potion.

boom--

Mr. T's shot!

The bullet was shot out of the gun in a spinning motion, and it only took a few tenths of a second to blow Zhang Ming's head off.

However, the bullet disappeared.

What disappeared with the bullets was the memory of shooting.

Calm returned to the top floor.

Norman carried the box to the helicopter, and Mr. T watched him leave. Under the editing effect, they all forgot everything that happened a few seconds ago.

Suddenly, Norman stopped.

Not right.

I don't know what's wrong, but it always feels wrong.

He looked down at the box, then turned his head to look at Mr. T.

Finally, the line of sight fell on the box.

The box... got lighter!

Norman put the box on the ground and opened it.

Empty.

Chapter 56 Steal from the rich and give to the poor, yes, I am the poor

Norman Osborn and Mr. T looked at each other affectionately.

A gust of night wind blew past, blowing Mr. T's dead face, for the first time an expression called "embarrassment" appeared.

What about my medicine?