Marvel Road to Survival

Chapter 111 Spider Night Attack and Touching the Divine Object

"George asked me to come here and find Mr. Gus." Peter looked around and then looked at Uncle Black's work card. He didn't believe that the gentle uncle in front of him was the border boss that George called him.

"Our fried chicken is very good, you can try it. This is a secret recipe." Uncle Hei looked at his watch and continued: "There are still twenty minutes until I get off work."

Peter Parker was a little nervous: "I need to see Mr. Gus, I need to go to Mexico."

Uncle Hei raised a finger and made a silent gesture: "Working hours"

Peter had no choice but to order a small children's set meal. Uncle Coulson had just treated him to a big meal not long ago, Mexican food, and the little insect's mouth was still full of spicy taste.

While listening to the gossips of the waitresses with his developed hearing, Peter was editing emails on his mobile phone. He wanted to ask Captain George for help. Time was tight, and the operation after crossing the border might take a long time. He had to rush back before breakfast tomorrow.

Apart from Peter, the fried chicken shop has only one customer, a middle-aged white uncle. He has a bald head, a thick beard on his upper lip, and thick glasses. He is also looking around with a smile on his face. anxious.

The black man sat at the bald man's table and communicated softly. Peter could clearly hear their conversation. The two seemed to be discussing a business. The bald man looked like a door-to-door salesman. The gentle black man didn't seem to intend to. When doing business with him, he complained that the bald man was not a prudent person and he would never cooperate with such a person.

Peter heard Uncle Black calling the bald man "Heisenberg"

Twenty minutes later, Uncle Hei clocked out of get off work. Just as Peter was about to stand up and say something, Uncle Hei pointed to Peter's plate of fried chicken nuggets. The napkin that came with it had a number and an address on it.

At night, the moon and stars are sparse, and there is no complicated light pollution in the western wilderness. The night sky here is very clean. When a two-person agricultural plane took off from the outskirts of Albuquerque, the air traffic control bureau turned a blind eye. Even the nearby military base only released the plane after questioning.

The Wrangler speeds on the road, bringing up a trail of dust. The moonlight is bright, and the dim lights of the car under the night sky look very lonely on a straight asphalt road. It is crossing the wilderness.

"Don't worry, Mr. Gus. I'm not interested in your market. My friend will clear out a large piece of cake for you after crossing the border. From now on, all Lao Mo's import and export goods will be yours. This is the reward I promised."

Qiao Qi hung up the phone. The other person was a well-known boss on the border. He owned more than a dozen chain fast food restaurants, laundry factories and car repair shops. Of course, his main business is the smuggling of goods and other prohibited items.

The other party arranged all transportation, opened up the situation in Mexico, ensured that Peter would not be disturbed by the authorities when doing things, and also provided services to transport the prisoners back to New York.

Qiao Qi stepped on the accelerator, and the old Wrangler let out a dull roar and rushed into the distance with dust and sand.

In a farm in Mexico, there are many combine harvesters parked here, large farm equipment piled up together, and the owner of the farm lives in a single-family mansion. There are high-end cashmere carpets and mahogany furniture from Africa.

The owners of the farm like the primitive and retro environment very much. They used silver candlesticks and a row of strong men in floral shirts on the dining table. The hot summer has made them sweat profusely. Every time these big guys stomp their feet, the border between the United States and Mexico will be shaken. Don't dare to move now.

The little man wearing a black hood killed everyone who dared to draw a gun within a few seconds. He took out a crumpled piece of paper.

"If your name is called, stand up. If your name is not called, please continue with your dinner."

Peter was not merciful at all. These people produced and transported goods, which was the root of evil. He beat down several strong men who violently resisted. There were many injections in Peter's backpack, which were powerful anesthetics that could make people suffer. People sleep all day long.

Xiao Chong was busy most of the night, and Mr. Gus was indeed very useful. The transportation he provided was very convenient and would not attract attention. His relationship was so tough that even when there was a fierce battle in the city, no police car came.

That night, Peter Parker swept across most of the U.S.-Mexico border. The big guys here were shivering in the dark night, running around telling each other and hugging each other for warmth. The great family from Colombia ran away in a hurry, and all the big guys who had done business with Fisk were like frightened birds.

This night is known as the Day of Death of Drug Lords

Just as Peter was sending several ringleaders who had direct business dealings with Kingpin to Mr. Goose's territory, Jozy was already approaching his destination.

The Wrangler drove off the asphalt road and bumped along the wilderness. The tall cacti were daunting. Thorny ferns were regularly distributed on the Gobi. The mountains in the distance looked black in the moonlight, like giant beasts. Lying down on the ground at night and sleeping.

Here is a huge crater. It is brightly lit from a distance, and soldiers and people in white coats are busy under the lights. They built a laboratory using transparent plastic sheets and simple steel frames.

Qiao Qi showed his license issued by S.H.I.E.L.D., and it was still usable. After scanning it, a soldier made another phone call and released Qiao Qi. The Wrangler slowly started to drive out, telepathically sensing that there were hundreds of people here, with three steps, one post, and five steps.

Right in the center of the crater, there was like a black hole. As soon as Qiao Qi's spiritual body got there, he disappeared.

"This is Agent Patton, and he is Agent Sitwell." Coulson had a good attitude towards Qiao Qi. When he heard that he was coming, he immediately led someone to greet him.

Looking at Hawkeye wearing a combat vest, Qiao Qi's eyes twitched. He was not carrying the folding bow. Hawkeye also learned that this was the bastard who had led the monster to them in Manhattan, with a stinky face and airs.

"I wonder if the current Sitwell has rebelled or if he is a Hydra himself." Qiao Qi said politely, but he was thinking about whether to find an opportunity to look through this guy's memory and plan certain things in advance.

Coulson took Qiao Qi to the center of the camp, where a square patio was built with steel frames and plastic sheets. There was a pit on the ground. There was an earth seat at the bottom of the pit, with a big hammer on it. Embedded downwards in the soil.

"It was originally discovered by a group of campers. Geological activity showed that it hit the ground last night. All our equipment was unable to test its specific composition and we were unable to move it. Maybe your magical powers can detect this. What?" Coulson dutifully introduced Qiao Qi to a hammer in the pit.

This looks like a medieval blacksmith's hammer and a bit like a masonry hammer. The whole body is silver gray, with non-slip cowhide and straps on the handle. There are complex patterns looming on the six sides of the hammer.

"Rune magic is not, maybe because of its raw materials." Qiao Qi planned to touch it.

"Can I come closer and have a look?" Qiao Qi asked politely.

"Of course" Coulson agreed with a smile.