Become Infinitely Stronger Starting from Marvel

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"By the way, with such a big thing happening, why didn't Chief George come?" Kevin asked a police officer curiously at the scene.

The police officer explained with some fear: "The chief has been feeling unwell recently, so he is taking a week off to rest."

he nodded in understanding. It would be better to take a break, otherwise it would be a bit embarrassing if they bumped into each other.

Looking at the busy police and medical staff, Kevin looked at Victor and said, "Remember to notify me before the space station goes up. Fisk will transfer the money to your account tomorrow."

"Yes, yes, yes." Victor nodded repeatedly,

"Don't worry, I will arrange everything properly. But do you want us to send someone to teach you some aerospace knowledge? After all, the universe is not like the earth, and there may be some problems."

Kevin pointed at Fisk and said indifferently, "I don't have time to come here to study. You can send me all the information about aerospace later. You can talk to Wilson about this."

After he finished speaking, he turned around calmly and then disappeared into the crowd in a gust of violent wind.

At this time, after he left, Fisk came up and said to Victor politely: "It's a bit noisy here. I want to talk to you alone."

Victor readily agreed, and he and Kingpin avoided the crowd and walked to the corner.

Victor: "Mr. Wilson, are you referring to the aerospace information? Don't worry, as long as you give us Mr. White's address, we will mail the relevant information to him immediately."

"No, no, no, I think that just reading the study materials is too inefficient. For Mr. White's personal safety in outer space, we need to send a teacher who specializes in aerospace knowledge to teach him."

Kingpin's short words made Victor stunned. After thinking for a while, he said, "So, Mr. Wilson, what do you mean?"

"It is best to select the people who teach Mr. White from the space team. After all, they are Mr. White's future partners. And since they can work in space, no one will doubt their knowledge of aerospace."

"So, who do you want to pick, Mr. Wilson?" Victor came back to his senses.

"Johnny had a conflict with Mr. White recently. It would be inappropriate for him to teach Mr. White currently" Fisk did not point it out directly but used the method of elimination.

"Not appropriate, absolutely not appropriate."

"He was not selected by Mr. White. Although Mr. White changed his mind later, it would be awkward to teach him when he meets him, so It would not be appropriate to ask him to come."

"That's even more inappropriate." Victor refused.

"In that case, there is only one candidate left, and there are no other better plans." Fisk sighed regretfully.

"Mr. Wilson, Susan is my fiancée. It's not a good idea to teach him directly at his home."

As Victor spoke, he turned around and glanced at Susan who was completely unaware of the situation. No wonder he wanted to borrow her help to talk. This was not like looking for a proper teacher.

"Don't worry, Mr. White is a gentleman, and this is all for Mr. White's safety."

Fisk said with a serious face: "Safety first, for Mr. White's safety, I will personally add another 1 billion in terms of budget; in order to deepen cooperation in the future, you must help him."

"One billion!" Victor took a deep breath and felt the ends of his hair turn green. He said with a tense expression, "Okay, it's just a learning exchange. I personally have complete faith in Mr. White's character."

"Well... happy cooperation!" Fisk smiled and stretched out his big hand that was as wide as a fan.

"It's a pleasure working with you." Victor smiled at the right moment and shook Kingpin's hand.

…

Late at night, Bette lay in bed feeling extremely sad, feeling his lower body numb from the anesthesia, and the anger in his heart was hard to suppress.

As a member of the parade, his three legs were naturally completely broken by the thugs.

But at this moment, in addition to anger, there was also a trace of regret buried deep in his heart. Why did he get involved in the parade when he had nothing else to do?

"What did you say!"

"Is that human language?"

"I absolutely disagree!"

At this moment, there was a sudden loud noise outside the ward, as if someone was arguing.

'What happened? ' Bette thought to herself, but he saw the door of the ward was pushed open, and a doctor and a man in a suit walked in.

"Doctor, how is my health?" Bette asked expectantly when she saw the doctor coming in.

"Emmm..." The doctor hesitated for a moment and then said, "If the operation goes well, your legs can be restored to the point where you can walk normally, but your legs have already turned into pulp and there is little hope of recovery."

Hearing that he would never be able to be human again in this life, Bette stood there in a daze, but he heard the doctor continue: "But in fact, there is still hope."

"Really? Doctor?" Bette rekindled a glimmer of hope.

"Well, if you cultivate your purple energy to a certain level, your legs will have a chance to be completely healed. However, since they are already broken, you can't grow them back with your energy at the moment. But you can wait for the upgraded version of "Everyone Has a chance to be extraordinary 2.0" in a month. Maybe it will be possible."

The doctor said, but Bette's face was completely numb. It was Kevin who ordered someone to do it. As a result, if he wanted to recover from his injuries, he had to wait for the 2.0 version of his purple energy.

Thinking of Kevin's declaration of increasing taxes at noon, Bette felt a sense of depression in his chest, which was difficult to vent.

"…By the way, the money you prepaid at the hospital is not enough, so I'm here to inform you." The doctor said with some embarrassment.

"Why should I pay? Those people beat me up, so they should be the ones to compensate," Bette argued.

"We have discussed this with the police as well," the doctor said. "But after investigation, we found that those who committed the crime did not have any assets and owed millions of dollars in debt. They simply had no money to pay, so the most they could get was a few more years in prison."

"What about Kevin White? He was the one who instigated them to beat me up. It's impossible that he has no money, right?" Bette couldn't control his emotions anymore.

"The police said that there is no evidence to show that Mr. White instigated them to do it, so theoretically speaking, he does not have any joint liability." The doctor said slowly.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Hearing the doctor say this, Bette could no longer suppress his emotions. He cursed and pounded the bed sheets desperately with his hands.

But before he could vent for long, a calm voice sounded: "Mr. Bette, right? We are lawyers from Value Line. We are here to talk to you about compensation."

"Value Line?" Bette stopped yelling, remembering that this Value Line seemed to be the company that sent everyone has a chance to be extraordinary. Was this guy sent by Kevin to pay compensation?

"Compensation? How much can you pay?" Bette sneered, "If you don't satisfy me, just wait for me to make trouble."

"Mr. Bette, did you misunderstand something?" The man in the suit pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and said, "You should compensate Mr. White."

"What do you mean?" Bette asked in disbelief, feeling something was wrong.

"Your insult to Mr. White's reputation has caused him serious mental damage. Now, on behalf of Mr. White, I am sending you a formal lawyer's letter."

The lawyer said confidently: "As for the amount of compensation, we are a professional team of lawyers and will definitely satisfy Mr. White."

"So that mutant bastard named Kevin not only had someone beat me up, but also wanted me to pay him money?" Bette even wanted to laugh because of the serious absurdity.