freeallnovels Chapter 147 General Ross
Chapter 147 General Ross
Chapter 147 General Ross
"Fill up."
In a certain street bar, General Ross drank his glass of wine in one gulp, asked the waiter to have another glass, and then took a puff of the cigar in his hand.
However, General Ross didn't have any happy expression on his face, he just came to drink to relieve his sorrow.
The investigation results of the battle on Fifth Avenue came out. The total number of dead, injured, and missing people reached 612, and the direct economic loss reached hundreds of millions of dollars. The subsequent impact was even more serious.
But through the exchange of interests between the military bosses behind him and the political leaders, as well as the careful preparation of SHIELD, it was obviously a man-made disaster, but it was modified into a fierce military battle against mutant monsters-he, the culprit, was not at fault. On the contrary, it has merit.
After all, how the abomination was born, as long as he doesn’t say it, others don’t know, as long as he is well-informed, he can know that Hulk was born from the super soldier plan under his hands, and obviously the abomination that night was the one in the Hollywood popcorn movie villain.
Ross has witnessed the ferocity of the abomination with his own eyes, just sweeping away the sundries blocking the road, two pedestrians who couldn't dodge were beaten to a pulp by the abomination, and there were even children in the overturned car...
Since the founding of the United States, there have been wars, large and small. To be able to sit in the position of general, death is nothing to Ross, but this time he feels guilty and remorseful... After all, he died this time All Americans.
And although the operation has been credited, the punishment that should be received is still indispensable. General Ross knows that his official career is over, and the internal deal reached with SHIELD prevents him from following up on the Hulk project; Also separated from him, the relationship between father and daughter is basically broken.
Losing a goal that was enough to fight for, this made General Ross fall into confusion, so he randomly found a bar to drink.
Looking at his own face reflected in the decorative mirror, General Ross cursed, and then muttered: "What have you done recently!"
The male bartender in a white shirt, black vest and tie put a carefully prepared cocktail in front of General Ross, which made the slightly drunk General Ross look at the burly man with some doubts and asked, "I didn't order This one, give it to me as it is."
"This gentleman invited you." The bartender pointed to a white male sitting two seats away.
It was an old man in a white suit, his gray hair was meticulously groomed, and his figure was stronger than the bartender at that time. I'm afraid he could be a fitness champion or something when he was young.
I am not a beautiful woman, why would someone invite me to drink?
After looking at the military uniform on his body, General Ross understood clearly, took the cocktail and drank it down, and then he was stimulated by the weird smell, sobering up a lot, and the nerves that had been paralyzed by alcohol tensed up again.
"Hello, General Ross." The old man raised the beer in his hand and greeted Ross. Ross could clearly see that it was a brand imported from Germany.
"Who are you and what do you want to do?" Ross patted his shirt and said, "This military uniform is about to be taken off. I'm just an old man with nothing to show for. You can't get anything from me." .”
"My name is Ivan Tavanovich. Of course, I prefer to be called by my code name, Doctor Death." Doctor Death introduced himself in a relaxed tone.
"Doctor Death?"
General Ross repeated this title that was obviously not a positive character, and then said jokingly: "Are you a Ph. Humanity?"
"If you want, I can be this kind of character." Dr. Death said: "As for strengthening people and so on, I already have mature products, and this time I will sell them to you."
"Have another drink." General Ross said to the bartender, and then said disdainfully with a cigar in his mouth: "Then you have found the wrong person, I am no longer a general, and the super soldier project has left me. Not your prime customer."
Although the punishment measures have not been officially issued, General Ross knows that his "retirement" is not far away. Even if his rights have not been withdrawn, he no longer has the idea of continuing to shine for the super soldier project. The other party has already taken the initiative to walk in front of him.
"No, no, general, you are wrong." Dr. Death said, "The person I want to trade is not the US military that you represent, but only yourself, the general!"
"Oh, what do you want from me?" The drink that the bartender delivered to him was the one he drank before, not the cocktail that Dr. Death ordered for him. Refreshing cocktail, another one please, it makes me feel good."
Although he didn't know what the bartender's recipe was for this glass of wine, General Ross felt that this cocktail was more refreshing than any functional drink, not even black coffee.
"Money, a lot of money." Dr. Death answered General Ross's question very simply.
The trumpet has no human rights. The deity holds a number of patents in his hand, and the financial resources of the Osborne Group and S.H.I.E.L.D. are definitely not short of money; and my own trumpet, in addition to supporting some remodeled fighters and supplies at the beginning Besides, they basically earned it by themselves. The money they spend now is from the deal with the vampire Victor, and the income from running the bar.
So even if he was doing something, Dr. Death would take the opportunity to make a fortune as an activity fund. After all, there was no card repair organization behind him to provide various funds to increase manpower.
Dr. Death's answer surprised General Ross. It stands to reason that with mature technology in his hand, he shouldn't be short of money-this is probably a liar.
He took a sip of the wine newly made by the bartender. Although the taste was so weird that he wanted to spit it out, he felt very good afterward, which sharpened his thinking: "Do you have any works that can be sold?"
"Yes, and General Ross, you have witnessed its power with your own eyes. Although other things have been added to it to cause abnormal mutations, it is still my work to some extent." Dr. Death asked the bartender for another bottle of beer , and said: "Its name is Abomination!"
How the Abomination was born—a warlike private, an immature degraded super-soldier serum, and an unknown potion confiscated from a vampire.
"That potion, that potion that causes vampires to mutate, is yours." General Ross stood up and glared at the calm Dr. Death, "What do you think about selling that dangerous thing to vampires?" Yes! You are against humanity!"
(End of this chapter)