The Natural Disaster Mixed In Marvel

   Chapter 371 When the talker meets the talker = the ancient **** whispers

   "Dr. Ethan is right..." Dr. Banner nodded silently.

  …

   Under the "persuasion" of a group of researchers.

  Angelo finally agreed to their proposal.

   "Okay, then I'll have a chat with Wade Wilson, but I can't guarantee success." Angelo shrugged and said to several researchers.

   Everyone else nodded yes.

   Norman Osborn did not come up until after Dr. Eason and Dr. Banner returned to the underground laboratory with a bottle of "Ship New Version" of the Extremis Virus.

He pointed to the box of desperate viruses on the table, and whispered to Angelo, "Angelo, these fourth-stage desperate viruses, I have only done experiments on mice, not human experiments, you It's best to do a human experiment before using it..."

After   Norman Osborn made the finished product according to the recipe in the USB flash drive, he only used a mouse for the experiment.

He also watched the live TV broadcast of Angelo saving the White House for the second time in Washington. Killian, the "burning man" in the video, was extremely terrifying, and it was only the high temperature he carried. , the visual melt is enough to melt most of the equipment in the laboratory!

  The fact that Angelo can easily kill the Extremis Virus experiment problem does not mean that he can also kill it so easily. If he uses a prisoner on death row to do the experiment, it will inevitably lead to the risk of losing control...

   So in the end Norman Osborn only used mice for his experiments.

   It was just this little white mouse that took Norman Osborn a lot of work to clean up when he finally cleaned it up!

   Liquid nitrogen was frozen, then crushed by a pulverizer, and finally a satellite was used to bring the remaining residue into space to become space junk before it was completely cleaned up.

   It can be seen that Norman Osborn's caution is not aimless. If humans are used for experiments, the complex brains of humans will make it more troublesome to clean up.

   Angelo didn't know the twists and turns, but after listening to Norman Osborn's words, he couldn't help rubbing his swollen temples.

   Human experimentation, although we know that this is the only way for biological science, but it is difficult to make people feel good, and even unconsciously bored.

   At that time, if the target of this experiment was the idiot of Deadpool, then there would be no problem!

   Anyway, as long as this guy is cursed, he will not die. Even if he is blasted into slag, he can heal up. A perfect experimental body that can be used infinitely.

   But what makes Angelo feel difficult now is the attitude of the "experimental body" Deadpool.

  According to Deadpool's normal character, as long as the money is in place, he can do any posture, let alone experiment with these potions, even if he is asked to tie himself to a rocket and throw it into space, he can agree.

   But unfortunately, today, I don't know which of Deadpool's brains was wrong, and he actually refused the monetary compensation he proposed earlier.

   This made Angelo a little unsure.

  Angelo doesn't know what angle to talk to Deadpool about this topic to get Deadpool to agree to this matter, so he can't catch Deadpool and tie him to the bed...

after all……

   "Damn, the twisted melon is not sweet..." Angelo sighed.

  Who knows, the next second, a word came from Angelo's side, "...But quench your thirst."

  Angelo turned his head and found that Harry was standing beside him with a complicated expression on his face.

   "Huh? Harry?" Angelo was stunned, realizing that he was alone, and then used his mental power to scan the church again. "Why did you come back by yourself, how about the two of them?"

   found that Little Spider was chatting with Deadpool on the roof of the church. Seeing the expressions of the two, they seemed to be chatting very speculatively.

  Little Spider Peter: "I think the red suit looks better. It would be even better if you could add some black elements..."

  Deadpool: "I think Hell's Kitchen is actually pretty good, at least the top-up cards for strip bars and pimp clubs are universal..."

  Little Spider Peter: "I want to go to Queens at night to have a look. I heard that there seems to be something abnormal there..."

  Deadpool: "Well, I'll take a look somewhere at night. I hope the amount of membership cards for strip bars and nightclubs will not be too high..."

  Angelo:  …

   Good guy, we talked about each other, how could we still talk about it together? What should I say? Sure enough, is it a talker?

  Angelo listened to the two chatterboxes chattering on the roof in the mental model, and couldn't help but cut off the mental link.

   Then he glanced at Harry Osborn in front of him with pity.

   At this point, the complex expression on Harry's face had changed from being eager to speak, and he wanted to open his mouth to answer Mr. Father's question several times, but in the end he swallowed the words because he really didn't know how to describe those two friends.

  Harry: I have two friends, one is talkative and the other is talkative...

   I seem to be superfluous, so shall I go?

"Okay, you don't need to talk about it, Harry." Angelo smiled and glanced at poor Harry pitifully, "I already know, it's not your fault, let Peter talk to him, I think They had a good chat."

   Being able to chat across servers is also a talent.

   Obviously, Harry, as a normal person, does not have this talent.

  …

  The Norman Osborns and Harry had a lunch in the church and left.

   Until the Osborn father and son left, the two people at the top of the church did not come down and were still chatting.

  After lunch, Angelo couldn't hold it in any longer. He climbed up to the roof himself and found two people who were obviously chatting with each other, but also had a good chat.

   "Peter, the weather is great today, it looks like a good day to go to a nightclub..."

   "Wade, what would you like to eat for lunch? It is said that the new fast food restaurant opened by Uncle Alexei is good..."

   "Oh~ I think it must be a good idea to go to a **** after going to a nightclub!"

"Yes, something is really wrong in Queens recently. There are piles of sand in New York City, and I analyzed the composition of the sand. It is not sea sand, but composed of quartz and conglomerate, which is only found in deserts. Sand appears..."

   Angelo standing behind the two:  …

  Angelo listened to the two people's lips being on the wrong side, but he was still able to sit here and chat with an unfinished conversation, and the whole person was about to split...

   He felt that if he stopped for a while, he would be infected with schizophrenia, and he couldn't help but interrupt the conversation between Little Spider and Deadpool.

   "Cough, interrupt..." Angelo coughed twice, attracting the attention of the two.

   "Eh? Mr. Father, why are you here?" The little spider was still very polite, and immediately stood up and looked at Angelo.

   As for Deadpool...

   "Damn, why are you here! We had a good chat, don't worry, Peter is a good friend!" Deadpool glanced at Angelo angrily, "What? What's the matter?"

  Angelo…

   You all talk about each other, is this called a good chat?

   Angelo was completely unable to understand the other party's brain circuits.

"Cough, Peter, it's okay, I told you to go down for dinner, and I wanted to ask Wade a question by the way." Angelo paused, and then continued, "Wade, I won't bother you when I finish asking the question. , you'd better continue talking to Peter..."

   Hearing Angelo's words, the expression on Peter's face immediately became a little embarrassed, "Ah~ Mr. Father, have you already had lunch, why are you so embarrassed to call us in person..."

  Angelo waved to the shy child, indicating that he didn't need to care, and then looked at Deadpool.

   "Wade, I'm here to find you, I want to ask if you have any intention of looking for a job, um... a very stable job..."

  …

   Finally, after a period of haggling, Angelo finally reached a consensus with Deadpool.

   Angelo didn't fool Deadpool, and told him directly that his work was a human experiment, and Deadpool didn't like a normal person who understood human experimentation and immediately turned his face, but negotiated seriously with Angelo.

   heard the horror on the face of the little spider who was eating silently beside him.

   What is the origin of this new friend of yours, why does it seem... a little abnormal?

In the end, the two reached a consensus. Angelo brought the contract. After Deadpool repeatedly confirmed the treatment in the contract, he picked up the pen, signed his name on it, and embarked on the biotechnology for human beings. Research contributes a small amount of power to the road.

The monthly salary in the    contract is not particularly high, only half a million dollars a month, paid by Angelo.

  There is also an additional condition, that is, the joint diamond membership card of the nightclub and **** in Hell’s Kitchen, not only can you accumulate points for each purchase, you can also get a 30% discount.

   The main point of the two people's bargaining just now was this. Regarding the issue of this membership card, Deadpool showed extraordinary persistence and bottom line, and did not give in a single step.

  There is no way, Angelo can only accept the contract, get up and go to the boss Rayleigh who runs the nightclub in person to ask for a diamond membership card.

   If it is through normal channels, this diamond membership card is already the highest-level membership card in the nightclub. It needs to spend enough points to upgrade from the lowest-level ordinary member step by step.

   Of course, when Angelo went to Rayleigh to ask for a membership card, he asked for an additional anonymous diamond membership card, so I won’t repeat it here.

  …

   After Angelo returned to the church, he handed a diamond membership card to Deadpool. If Deadpool was a treasure, he even hid the membership card in his crotch in front of Angelo.

  Angelo:  …

   Next, Deadpool took the little spider to the roof of the church and continued to "chat", without the slightest sense of being an "infinite experiment".

   only left one sentence for Angelo, "When you want to experiment, just call me..."

Now is not the best time to experiment with the Extremis Virus in the fourth stage. It still has to wait for Dr. Ethan and Dr. Banner to fully grasp the formula of the Extremis Virus medicine. Therefore, Angelo will go with him, as long as Just stop talking to yourself...

   Until he went to bed at night, he hadn't seen Spider-Man and Deadpool in the church, which made him and everyone in the church breathe a sigh of relief.

  Especially Frank, Frank felt that if he was nagged by that talker in his ear for a few hours before going to bed, he might even dream about him in his dreams.

   This is a nightmare!

   Who would have thought that it was just a live broadcast of Hell's Kitchen to kill internet celebrities, and it would eventually develop into this.

  …

   Night, Rasma Church.

   Angelo tiptoed back to his room after coaxing little Gary to sleep with a bedtime story.

  Angelo was lying on his bed, feeling extremely comfortable.

   Although with his current physical fitness, he does not need to rest every day like a normal human being, but he is used to resting like a normal person every night when conditions allow.

   But today he found that he was lying in bed and couldn't really fall asleep.

Because as soon as he closed his eyes, he seemed to hear whispers in his ears, as if there were demons from the universe calling softly in his ears, and as if it was an indescribable whisper from a prehistoric ancient **** .

   "Fake!"

  Angelo finally couldn't bear it anymore, a carp slammed and sat up from the bed, exploding a foul language!

   He looked at the ceiling with a black line on his face.

  Angelo's spiritual power penetrated the ceiling, scanned the ceiling of the church, and finally found the "indescribable" culprit.

  In Angelo's spiritual power, Peter the spider and Wade Wilson, the dead servant, were still chatting happily on the roof of the church, and they didn't mean to stop because the moon climbed up the night sky.

   "Look at this moon, he's big and round!" This is Peter the spider.

   "Look at the camera of the female reporter below. It's really white, oh no, it's so delicate." Deadpool said, wiping the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

   "Yeah, I think if there is really anything unusual in Queens, the moon this big tonight shouldn't come out to make trouble." The spider looked at the moon and said thoughtfully.

"Well, you're right," Deadpool nodded and looked away from the female reporter, "The red light district in Queens really isn't that great. They all hide and eat, and they don't want to go to see the scenery. convenient."

  Angelo:  …

   Looking at the two people who were still talking about each other~www.novelmt.com~ Angelo wanted to get up and threw them off the roof, but soon, Angelo sat back on the bed again.

He suddenly realized that if he interrupted the chat between these two people, then Peter would be easy to say, this child is very obedient and will go home to sleep, but Deadpool is not necessarily, this guy can do anything come out.

  If he sat in front of his own door and muttered all night...

   Thinking of that scene, Angelo shuddered.

   In the end, Angelo decided to endure it.

  Angelo took out his phone first, called Peter's stupid uncle and Aunt May, and told them that Peter was here, don't worry.

   After hanging up the phone, he reached out and summoned a bone wall from the ceiling, and closed all the doors and windows of the bedroom.

   Then I couldn't hear the two chattering "Whispers of the Ancient Gods" upstairs, and fell asleep peacefully.

   Until the next morning, Angelo got up from the bed early with a dark face...

   (end of this chapter)