Marvel: Infinite Powers

Martin is a very popular bizarre journalist.

Or, he used to be a very popular bizarre news reporter, but that was twenty years ago, and now, he is out of breath.

The years are ruthless, in addition to letting him pass away, it also gave him a very bloated beer belly.

While shaking the wine bottle in his hand, he laughed at himself, recalling the past, he was also considered a top player in the stage.

However, with the rapid development of modern cameras and the iterative update of image quality, he can no longer take pictures of things like UFOs and water monsters.

"Damn, even the current intern dares to show my face"

Recalling what happened just now, Martin lifted the bottle depressingly and took a sip into his mouth.

He doesn't know how to behave in the world, and he doesn't know how to slack off. It stands to reason that with his old qualifications and previous career medals, he has long been successful, but it is a pity that this is the reality.

When he was popular, he had many friends, and even had a gentle and greasy girlfriend.

Now...

Ha ha.

a real society.

Maybe I should be a realistic person too, maybe I should crouch down and pat Tony-Stark like most people do, so I can at least fill my stomach.

Martin shook his head mockingly. Under the stimulation of alcohol, he was already in a trance.

Passing by a street corner, Martin unbuttoned his trousers as if no one else was there. He knew that there were actually very few passers-by on this road, but even if there were many people, at the moment, he couldn't control that much.

His bladder was about to burst after drinking too much beer.

"I think we should go have a drink and celebrate this great day together, you know Thompson, you're the third person to call my name since I got here, you're a genius!"

The sound of sunlight but full of magnetism came from not far away.

Perhaps the word "drink" stimulated Martin's nervous system, and he turned his head subconsciously.

Immediately afterwards, he shivered all over, and his professional instinct after more than 20 years in the industry made him subconsciously take out his old buddy from his backpack and open the camera.

A hunch told him that there seemed to be a fight here, and the identities of both parties were still students.

To be honest, he didn't dare to take pictures of student fights before. If he was found out, he might even be beaten himself.

But now, Martin, who has been stimulated by alcohol, is extraordinarily courageous, and he has not considered any consequences at all.

Then...

After ten seconds, which was extremely long but extremely short, Martin's eyes widened, and a chill went from the sky to the spine.

He is sober.

Very awake.

Martin stared blankly at the picture he took, and the young man who was gradually leaving in the distance, his hand slipped, and the camera fell to the ground.

"Oh buy! FUCK! FUCK!"

Before Martin's excited pants could be lifted, he immediately went to pick up the camera on the ground, carefully wiping the lens, his expression and body, like a twenty-year-old boy who had been abstinent for eighty years.

"Director! It's me, Martin! Hahaha! Guess what I caught, you bitch!"

There's news, that's it.

The supervisor on the other end of the phone had a dark face, but he had to say that he was really curious when he heard Martin speak to him in such a tone...

kitchen.

After cleaning up Thompson, the man who came home after being separated from Peter locked himself up here.

What a man says must be counted.

Cut the green onion into sections, slice the ginger; chop the ribs into 4 cm long pieces, wash and control the moisture, add a little soy sauce and water starch, mix well, fry in hot heat until golden brown, remove and set aside.

Then Luo Bing took out a bag of rock sugar from the refrigerator, put in vegetable oil, and fry the ingredients in the pot.

After waiting for the rock sugar to melt completely and mix with the onion and ginger to give off a sweet but not greasy fragrance, Luo Bing then put the freshly fried pork ribs into the pot and simmered them with water.

goo go go go go go go...

Watching the water boil, Luo Bing turned the fire to a minimum, washed his hands, and walked towards his roommate Skye's room.

"Hey Skye, it's dinner time"

"As promised, braised pork ribs, I don't owe you anything"

squeak...

Luo Bing opened the door and walked in.

boom!

Luo Bing was kicked out!

"Hey! It's none of my business if you don't wear clothes when you sleep! You think I want to watch it, but I'm afraid of needles!"

The atmosphere is awkward.

In fact, this embarrassing thing has happened more than once.

The two have been renting together for more than half a year, and there is only one public toilet in this house, or the one with attached bathroom.

For Luo Bing, who was shy in his pockets, he could only live with the beautiful general.

"The craftsmanship is good, I haven't eaten such delicious Chinese food for a long time." Skye picked up a piece of golden-red spareribs, and the fried and stewed spareribs were even more crispy and tasted great.

She kept her mouth shut, as if nothing had happened.

"Are you free at night? Accompany me to meet someone"

After the meal, the woman glanced at her watch and said with a frown.

She frowned a little seriously, but she looked very cute.

"Friends? Do you still have friends? Aren't you a dead house? Are you a netizen? Mianji?" Luo Bing's interest was raised, and he asked jokingly.

"Well...it's a netizen." The little beauty nodded seriously.

"No? Are you really a netizen? I said, how old are you, you can't play online dating, right? I can tell you that the Internet is very complicated now. You read the news that came from your hometown a few months ago. No, a girl was asked 13 times for a bowl of Mala Tang."

"You know the Internet better than me?" The little beauty looked at Luo Bing with contempt.

"I know men better than you. A qualified man will think about a woman every seven hours when he is not busy, change a goddess every seven days, and become disgusted with his girlfriend in less than seven weeks. So, you can't trust men, and online dating is even more unreliable!" Luo Bing said with disdain.

"So... you too?" The little beauty's eyes were very playful.

"Unfortunately, I am one of those good role models. As a male god in the new century, I want to be of a high standard." Luo Bing patted his chest.

"Well, I believe it." The little beauty nodded.

Then...the atmosphere became silent.

Luo Bing rolled his eyes, put away his joking attitude, and then asked earnestly, "Who are you going to see? Why?"

Skye also got serious, then frowned and said, "I'm an orphan, you know, but I've been looking for my parents."

"But... they seem to have evaporated from the world. I hacked all the population bureaus, intelligence bureaus, I couldn't find any information about them, but I found a few very suspicious points, but that I can't touch the things involved in the place for the time being, and their security defense network is the strongest in the world."

Luo Bing was stunned for a moment, then smiled helplessly: "I grew up eating Baijia Restaurant in Chinatown, and I tried to find my parents, but I gave up after I couldn't find it."

Skye was stunned for a moment, then nodded. In private, she also inquired about all the information about Luo Bing, which was not difficult for her computer hacker.

But... if there is still a trace of cobweb to be found in my parents.

Then Luo Bing really seems to have appeared out of nowhere, and his parents are nowhere to be found...

"I was contacted by a force called the 'Rising Tide Organization'. They are all a group of hackers, including a few people I knew on the Internet before. I don't know what their purpose is yet, but they have huge resources. If we can use their resources, I think it is very likely that we can find out our background." Skye said.

"A group of hackers gathered together, either rebelling or anti-social." Luo Bing frowned.

"That's right, so you have to go with me and protect me," the little beauty asked earnestly. *