Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit

They can pretend to be honest and kind in normal times, but in reality they are ruthless and violent.

They can eliminate anyone they don't like anytime, anywhere.

What are superiors, what are billionaires? They mean nothing to him. If he wanted to, he could eliminate them without hesitation.

But Ivan found himself unable to muster any ferocity towards Matthew.

This phenomenon has made Ivan somewhat uneasy, but he is forcibly suppressing it from showing on his face.

However, Ivan didn't expect that Matthew wasn't a normal person, even though he thought he had disguised himself very well.

Even without using Observation Haki, Ivan's every move and subtle change in expression could not escape Matthew's eyes.

“I’ve said it before, I need your knowledge. I need you to teach me your expertise in your area of ​​greatest strength.” Matthew didn’t expose him, but paused before continuing, “In return, you can make one request of me.”

"Any request is acceptable?" Ivan scoffed.

He suddenly felt that Matthew was very arrogant.

"As long as I can do it."

Ivan remained silent.

Based on this simple conversation, he had a good impression of Matthew, without the arrogance and contempt of someone in a superior position.

The most basic respect is the equality that strangers show when communicating with each other.

He was simply instinctively wary of the strange changes the other person was bringing to him.

"What if I want my father to live a healthy life?"

Ivan tried to make a request.

"Sure, that's not difficult."

“You have to understand that my father is old and has accumulated many illnesses. Ordinary medical methods cannot treat him and restore his health.” Ivan was skeptical.

His father was in good physical condition, but the pressure of living in hiding with him in his early years broke him down.

This includes persistent obsessions and gloom in one's mind.

My father's illness stems not only from physical ailments but also from psychological ones.

“I have some methods that are not conventional medical, so your father’s injury is not a problem,” Matthew said with a slight smile.

Putting aside the healing fruit, the science and technology department wasn't just sitting idly by after the super gene serum was fully developed.

They also used this to research corresponding antiviral serums, treatment agents, etc., and it was assigned to the medical department.

Many clinical trials have yielded excellent results, showing that it not only replenishes the body due to aging but also accelerates wound healing.

Melina's side is planning to develop a weakened version and combine it with Kara's medical industry to make a little money.

"Why should I believe you?"

Ivan asked the key question.

"It's up to you, Mr. Ivan. Life offers many choices, but whether you make the right decision will determine the course of your life."

Matthew raised his teacup and took a sip.

Hmm, the taste is not bad.

His respect for knowledge does not mean that Ivan and his son are irreplaceable.

To put it bluntly, Matthew's choice of Ivan was truly the most important decision Ivan had ever made in his life.

He offered Ivan another path, and at this fork in the road, he decided which path Ivan would take.

"I agree."

Ivan stared intently at Matthew, feeling a strong, inexplicable sense of unease.

It was so strong that he chose to believe.

"Yes, you'll thank yourself for your choice today."

.........

“Our choice was terrible, Natasha.”

On the streets of Hell's Kitchen, New York, looking at the pedestrians around him, Nigley complained to Natasha.

After wiping out the vampires at the Temple of Eternal Night, Reicher, Bucky, and Roseco took Deacon, whose memories had been altered by Negri, and left.

It's said that they contacted the head of assets in New York, and then went to do some other things.

"Of course what," Negri didn't ask.

They returned to New York with Natasha, Jessica, and Skye, and had a late-night snack at a nice-looking 24-hour restaurant.

Then Negri was stunned.

Because it was a fast food chain, they enthusiastically chose what they called McDonald's chicken strips, some fried food, English dishes and traditional Japanese food, including Nordic and Eastern European cuisine.

Unexpectedly, all the dishes they chose were terrible, with bizarre and varied flavors, making them almost impossible to swallow.

This applies to every single dish.

So much so that Negril wondered whether they had made the wrong choice, or if all the food at that chain restaurant was just that bad.

Negri wasn't a big fan of food; after all, he was a soldier and had eaten the most mundane dishes.

But bland and unpalatable are two completely different concepts.

Even pig feed tastes better than that stuff.

Therefore, Negri had to blacklist the chain store.

“It was your choice, Negley.” Natasha wasn’t going to take the blame; it was Negley who chose the store, so how did it become ours?

"OK, OK, it's my choice."

Negri raised his hands in surrender, and especially when he felt the gazes from Jessica and Skye, he immediately changed the subject: "So where do we go to find that purple bastard now?"

As they spoke, the four arrived at an apartment building, and Jessica led the others inside.

"He should be called Purple Man, not Purple Bastard."

Skye retorted seriously.

He had seen that guy with the very strange and terrifying abilities. He had normal skin, was quite handsome, and wore a purple suit, which was very eye-catching.

“I said you’re a purple bastard, and you’re a purple bastard, you little brat.”

Negri got angry, grabbed Skye and tucked her head under his arm, then clenched his other fist and spun Skye's forehead hard with his middle finger sticking out.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, please forgive me, Sister Negley."

The throbbing pain from the top of her head immediately made Skye cower, and she struggled and begged for mercy.

"Hmph, don't question Commander Negley's words, Private Skye."

Nigley then released his grip, glaring fiercely at the girl rubbing her head.

Chapter 104 Let's go catch that purple pervert! (Seeking monthly votes)

Jessica's apartment is on the third floor of an apartment building, neither too high nor too low.

The house wasn't big and was a bit messy; you could tell Jessica didn't like to tidy up.

Wow, not bad.

Negri and Natasha entered the living room. Negri held a pair of panties between two fingers and looked at Jessica with a smile.

The latter immediately blushed, hurriedly ran over to pull back his pants, and began to quickly tidy up.

The speed was so fast that even Skye, an ordinary person, felt like she was seeing afterimages.

Jessica quickly cleaned the house.

Negri and Natasha plopped down on the sofa. The former lazily turned her head and beckoned to Skye, who was standing to the side looking a little lost: "Come here, little one."

Skye, confused, obediently walked over, only to be pulled by Negri to sit down next to her, stumbling slightly.

He casually reached out and put his arm around the girl's neck.

"We've caught that purple bastard. You're coming with me; this city isn't really for you."

"Follow you?"

Skye looked a little lost, then hesitated for a moment: "I... I have some things to do."

She grew up in an orphanage, living as a dependent and then becoming a homeless person. She learned hacking skills for one purpose.

That is to find your biological parents, whether they are alive or dead.

She didn't want to be someone of unknown origin, and she longed for genuine family affection.

She just wanted to find the truth, regardless of whether the truth would hurt her.

“A confused and ignorant girl.” Seeing Skye’s bewildered look, Nigley shook his head: “The world is not as simple as you think.”

“Your race and appearance will make it very difficult for you to survive in this city.”

What you did was too dangerous.

Skye is very bold; she joins an anti-government online organization that promotes so-called conspiracies and hacks into the online databases of various secret agencies.

Things are alright now, but if she really touches on some secrets in the future, what awaits her will not be just a simple matter of imprisonment.

Who exactly are you?

"Why do you have that kind of power? And why are there vampires among you? Are you vampire hunters? The government has been hiding a lot from us, hasn't it?"

The girl's thought process was indeed different; instead, she recalled the scene she saw underground in that giant tunnel early this morning and excitedly asked questions.

Negri was genuinely surprised.

This girl has absolutely no sense of boundaries.

They didn't shy away from asking these questions openly and brazenly.

"Want to know? Join us if you want to know! The truth of the world will be revealed to you." Negri, with an expression of an uncle showing you goldfish, was trying to fool the girl.

Skye wasn't stupid. She pouted and said, "Sister Negley, you're just like one of those brainwashing cults."

"Ha, if I were a cult, you would be the first one I sacrificed."

Negri laughed.

Jessica poured a few glasses of water and came over, handing them to the three of them, then sat down on a single sofa with her glass in her hand.

"Actually, I also want to know who you are? Are there still many of those bloodsucking monsters in this world?"

Jessica asked curiously.

She wasn't exactly a peaceful person to begin with, and after experiencing so much, she felt a thrill of wanting to find the truth.

"Have you thought this through? Tracing our origins is very dangerous."

Negri wore a terrifying expression, as if he was about to kill someone to silence them at any moment.

But Natasha, who had been silent all along, bluntly exposed him: "Our organization has no name. I am the chapter leader of the Raven Chapter, and she is the minister of the Information Department."

"Hey!"

Negri looked over with displeasure.

It wasn't because Natasha revealed the information; it was simply that the other party exposed her prank.

"Wow, Raven Chapter Leader, cool."

Skye and Jessica ignored the goofy Negley and instead looked excitedly at Natasha.

Without an organization name, the Raven Warband leader exudes a mysterious and powerful aura.

The two women were already imagining the scene.

A group of two, dressed in the same red overcoat as Natasha and Negri, carrying cross-shaped swords and wielding dual pistols, stood in a neat square formation, fighting against unknown evil and darkness in a secluded, unknown corner.

For example, the scene the two women saw at the Temple of Eternal Night early yesterday morning.