"Yes! Boss!"

Back at Tang's Manor, Tang Song asked people to call Kane and others.

When Tang Song learned about the quantity of No. 0 serum potions, he had already distributed the remaining serum potions in his mind.

Kane and Frank are both old friends who have been with him, so they are naturally indispensable.

As for the other three, just treat them as rewards for the people below.

White Ghost, Ivan Vanke, Sloan... Tang and Song Dynasty were weighing the order of the people.

Several people have practiced the breathing and breathing method given by him, and the rest depends on which one of them gets started first.

"Boss, the batch of supplies for SHIELD has been allocated and placed at Pier 7!"

At a training ground in the manor, Tang Song watched Kane and Frank vent their vigorous energy after being injected with No. 0 serum, and Ryan walked in and said.

"Give them a note and let them pick it up themselves..."

……………

New Mexico

"Director, I am Coulson, I have reached the energy explosion point! The falling object is a European medieval hammer! The Hydra people have not arrived yet!"

On the sand dune, a simple square hammer with a short handle is placed horizontally with its head downwards, surrounded by various pickup trucks parked around it.

A group of shirtless burly men gathered around the hammer, taking turns taking turns trying to prove their strength by lifting the hammer.

It's a pity that no matter whether they are black or white, old or young, even if they use all their strength, they can't move this hammer even an inch.

The residents of the town simply regarded this place as an attraction. Many people set up grills nearby and sold sausages, drinks, and burritos.

Phil Coulson mingled among the crowd, holding a Mexican chicken taco in one hand while looking at the energy monitor on his palm.

"hammer?!"

Nick Fury was a little surprised when he heard Phil Coulson's report.

Although Nick Fury, the old fox, faked his death, he deliberately left a backdoor in SHIELD's energy monitoring satellite.

Energy monitoring satellites detected high energy bursts in this area.

The energy monitoring and detection system automatically passes the numerical coordinates through the backdoor reserved by it and is monitored by him.

Nick Fury, an old fox, also modified the coordinates on the energy monitoring satellite through the backdoor.

This caused Hydra's observed coordinates to deviate from the orientation of most of the state.

"Director, yes, it doesn't look like a meteorite. I suspect it is some kind of extraordinary object, but no radiation was detected at the scene!"

Phil Coulson reported his speculation to Nick Fury.

"Can you take it back to the base!?" Nick Fury asked.

"It's difficult. This hammer looks very heavy!"

While Phil Coulson was talking to Nick Fury, he watched an old man driving a pickup truck and planned to use the pickup truck to lift the hammer.

Bang, just as Nick Fury asked if he could bring the hammer back.

The old man pressed the pickup's accelerator to the bottom.

With a bang, the pickup truck's cabin was thrown backwards.

"Let's put the hammer aside for now. Tang has supported us with a batch of weapons and equipment, including a batch of the most advanced body armors on the table!

It’s something we urgently need…”

"I have asked Matt to take someone to pick up the goods from the black market. It is inconvenient for you to show your face, so take the people to pick up the goods outside the pick-up point!"

……………

The black market, especially the underground black market, is a place where you can buy anything.

Especially contraband, because the more contraband, the higher the value of buying and selling, just like many things that are expressly prohibited by the federal government, but they are the most popular things in the black market.

Because it's valuable.

Deadpool led Matt Murdock into this underground black market, which was a corridor converted from a large air-raid shelter during World War II.

A very lively bar, the bar counter, a whiteboard with writing in ink pen

things to buy,

A hired man, a killer.

There are various types, from the most advanced federal fighter data to two pure prostitutes.

From hiring an entire mercenary group to hiring elite killers, the prices are clearly marked.

From time to time, someone would go to the bar to buy a glass of wine and chat with the boss for a few minutes. The old bartender, who looked to be in his fifties, would wipe out a certain line with a rag and add a new line.

The bar was full of people wearing capes and many wearing masks. It was obvious that they didn’t want anyone to know their identity.

Of course, there are many people who show their faces openly! There are fools, and there are also many bold and confident people.

"Hey! Old George, two glasses of whiskey!"

From the disgusted look in the old bartender's eyes, one can tell that Deadpool is a regular customer.

"There has been a lot of commotion recently. There are several missions suitable for you, assassination missions!"

The old bartender wiped the wine glass with a towel, looked at Matt Murdock, and returned his eyes to Deadpool.

"Are you interested in assassinating two generals of the Federation? Five hundred thousand dollars each!"

Deadpool picked up the whiskey in front of him and drank heavily, but he laughed without hesitation:

"Fifty thousand US dollars, come on, the two together are only one million US dollars. Old George, the offer is too low. I found a long-term meal ticket."

As he spoke, Deadpool patted Matt Murdock on the shoulder, and Matt Murdock sat aside in disgust!

"Hey, old George, I'm here to get something!"

Deadpool said, handing him a piece of paper.

The old bartender glanced at Deadpool in surprise and took out a box from under the bar.

"serial number!"

"F56Y74!" Matt Murdock said the number.

The old bartender opened the box and took out a numbered envelope.

"Here is the container address of the goods. You can pick it up yourself!"

The money has been paid to the buyer through some kind of online currency on the dark web, and this is just a transit point for picking up the goods.

Deadpool drank a few more drinks at the bar before being dragged away by Matt Murdock.

This bar has nine passages leading to the outside world, and each passage has at least three exits. We pay great attention to the privacy of our customers!

"Deadpool?! Strange, when did he join the organization?"

Deadpool is a mercenary, one of the best in the killer profession, especially his immortality, which makes him very difficult to deal with. The old bartender has dealt with him before. With such a talent, the people at the high table also want to recruit him as a mercenary.

own people.

However, Deadpool's character has always been a loner.

The old bartender wiped the wine glass and thought.

"What a good thing, so mysterious! The smuggled Eastern European refugees are still a big *, I heard that there is a test bell in the stable over there in HK,

Does our organization have one? I think I can be a mamasang and let those girls come to me.,"

Deadpool is wearing his iconic tights, looking at Matt Murdock and chattering endless gossip!

Matt Murdock resisted the thought of raising his blind stick and beating this bitch to death, and looked for the container number.

Deadpool's eyes kept turning, thinking about how much he should steal if there was really something good. Well, Boss Matt offered a lot of money, but who would dislike having more money?

Although Matt has always said that they are for world peace, the organization behind the scenes has been unwilling to explain to him, and it is very mysterious.

If it really involves human trafficking or organ transplantation, Deadpool would subconsciously hold the handle of his knife.

He, Deadpool, is also a superhero!

"Found it!"

Matt Murdock takes Deadpool through the densely packed containers.

After walking for two or three minutes, we arrived in front of an inconspicuous blue container.

Click!

Matt Murdock raised his blind cane, and the fist-sized alloy lock fell to the ground with a clang.

Matt opened the iron door, revealing the densely packed wooden boxes inside.

Opening a wooden box, Deadpool looked at the contents of the container, breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly released his hand from the handle of the katana.

"How are we going to transport the stuff? Shall we call a truck?"
To be continued...