Beautiful Man: The artifact I created sells well all over the universe
8 Archers ’professional equipment?

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"This morning, there was an explosion at the New York Police Department. Officer Stanfield died in the accident.”

"According to the police's preliminary judgment, this death should be an accidental explosion.”

" For the details, please ask his colleague, Officer Marcus…"

In the divine weapon shop.

Su Feng and Mathilda sat side by side on the chair.

He was not surprised by this result.

The self-destructing paper crane did not take the normal route, so the surveillance cameras could not have captured it.

In addition, it was the center of the explosion.

It was even more impossible for it to produce explosive substances.

Therefore, this case was destined to be judged as an accident.

Other than Nick Fury and the others, no one else would know about this.

However, they would never find trouble with him because of this.

"Thank you, Su Feng."

Mathilda looked excited, and there was an inexplicable meaning in her sincere eyes.

"You're my sister. You're treating me like an outsider.”

Su Feng said casually.

The next moment, the air froze.

Looking sideways, the little girl had her head lowered, revealing only the side of her face.

Sighing lightly, he turned around and began to research new tools.

......

On the top floor of an abandoned building in New York.

"The informant hasn't arrived yet?"

A man in a suit, who was so fat that he was about to become a ball, kept wiping his sweat.

From time to time, he would look back at the stairs, feeling restless.

"If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have f * cking accepted this business.”

Beside him, there were a few muscular men in sunglasses with guns.

They formed a circle, vaguely surrounding him in the middle.

His eyes constantly scanned the surroundings, full of vigilance.

"Sir, please don't be nervous."

"We have all undergone strict training. No one can hurt you.”

A man in sunglasses, who was obviously the leader, comforted him softly.

His eyes were sharp, and his palm that was inadvertently exposed was covered in calluses.

This was the result of long-term gunshots!

Only absolute elites could stand in a standard position for a long time.

"Hmm, what's that sound?"

Suddenly, a deep voice sounded.

The dozen or so people in the room tensed up and opened their guns.

"James, please report the situation!"

"It's fine. It's just foggy and a little heavy.”

On the ground floor of the building.

A man in black replied through his earpiece.

Looking out, it was a vast expanse of whiteness, and the visibility was almost zero.

Suddenly, a cold light pierced through his throat.

"It is indeed not bad."

Hawkeye's voice rang out from the fog.

With a dagger stained with blood in his hand, he walked openly behind the enemy.

He was killed in one strike!

He wiped the blood off and swaggered to the stairs.

He already understood that no one could see him or hear his footsteps.

At this moment, he was like a specter, taking people's lives without a trace.

Ten minutes later.

"Are you a human or a ghost?!"

The black-clothed leader looked at the blood-stained dagger that had pierced through his chest.

Just now, he could only hear the sound of people falling to the ground.

More than a dozen people lost their breath one after another.

They were completely blinded by this strange fog.

Whether they were lying down or sitting down, the enemy in the fog was like a human-shaped radar.

Kill them one by one with a dagger.

Until he was left alone in endless fear.

In the end, he died.

Another low horn sounded.

All the thick fog seemed to have received an order and entered the horn and disappeared.

In an instant, only corpses were left on the ground in the heavily guarded building.

......

"Fury, I heard that you bought some new equipment from a small shop?”

Alexander Pierce walked into Nick Fury's office with a smile and asked directly.

"I got a set of special equipment and sent it to the laboratory for research.”

"The results should be out soon."

Fury frowned as he looked at Pierce, who walked in without knocking.

He respected his former boss very much.

However, this did not mean that such behavior could be tolerated.

Moreover, he had reserved his answer and did not tell her everything.

He would never completely trust anyone.

Even though the other party was his supporter.

"You spent 5 million?"

"Why didn't you control that person?”

"You should know how dangerous this kind of person is.”

Pears poured himself a glass of water and said in a deep voice.

He admired Nick Fury's ability.

He was the most outstanding and cold-hearted person he had ever met.

Therefore, he was even more afraid of him.

"I don't think that the people who can sell these equipment will not have a trump card.”

"Moreover…"

Dong dong ~

Before he could finish, there was a knock on the door.

"Alright, looks like you're busy. In that case, I won't disturb you anymore.”

Pierce raised his glass and drank it all.

When they passed each other, Pierce glanced at Hawkeye and smiled.

As soon as he left.

Pierce's face turned serious as he whispered.

"Have you found it?"

"The target is clear!"

An inaudible voice sounded beside his ear.

"Very good."

"How's the effect?"

When there were only two people left in the office, Fury was the first to ask.

" Unexpectedly powerful."

"It turned me from an archer into a top-notch assassin.”

"It's even beyond my duty!"

Hawkeye reported the situation meticulously.

In the short statement, he did not hide his praise for the assassination suit.

The value of this set of equipment far exceeded his selling price.

It was impossible to imagine the power of the priceless Golden Dragon Scissors that Su Feng had mentioned.

Presumably, it was really as he said.

They could easily destroy an army!

"In that case, perhaps we should reconsider this matter.”

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