I Play DC Hero In Marvel Chapter 16: Press conference

"Don't worry, as soon as I go out, I will expose Drake's bad behavior and put him in prison for the rest of his life!"

Eddie pats his chest for assurance.

Not to mention that he had a grudge against Carlton Drake, just what Drake did, it was worth killing the latter on the spot.

Spent a lifetime in prison as a kindness to Drake.

"I just don't want to see anyone else die for some weird reason!"

Dora's expression darkened.

Eddie's eyes flickered, and he heard Dora's words.

Dora can also convince herself that the deaths of those volunteers before are dedicated to the cause of medicine.

However, when Carlton Drake turns his attention to aliens and consumes people's lives for bizarre reasons that no one else can understand, indecisive people like Dora Skus can no longer be fooled. Earn money with conscience.

Because it's not good for society, it's just killing life.

The most coincidental thing is that Eddie appeared in front of her at the right time, giving her the courage to change the status quo.

"Don't worry, I won't let Drake go."

Eddie promises again.

Dora opens the door to the glass room.

But neither of them expected that at this moment, a security guard walked in.

Seeing Eddie recovering his freedom, the security guard clenched the firearm in his hand and shouted: "Don't move, or I'll shoot! You'd better be honest!"

Eddie just wanted to scold his mother.

His grandmother has a leg, you don't come sooner or later, but you come when I'm leaving, is it destined to let me die today?

The strong unwillingness made Eddie raise his hands and pretend to surrender, but slowly approached the security personnel.

Click!

When the security personnel saw this, they did not hesitate to pull the trigger.

Eddie was horrified.

If you notice something bad, dodge in advance.

Whoosh!

The bullet swept past Eddie's ear, and the scorching air slashed a line of blood across his cheek.

Kaka!

The sound of glass breaking sounded.

Dora and the security guards followed the sound, and their faces changed wildly.

The latter even forgot to continue firing, with an indescribable look of fear on his face.

"Run!"

Dora shouted hoarsely, staring at Eddie's back in horror.

At this time, the security guards left Eddie behind, took the lead and ran out, apparently calling someone to go.

"What?"

Eddie looked bewildered.

I just recovered from the luck of the rest of my life and realized something.

She trembled, and her back was chilled.

Turning his head slowly, he saw a pool of black sticky objects that had come to his heels and gradually climbed up his back.

I vaguely felt that this pool of black mucus seemed to sink into my body and completely became a part of myself.

"Gudong!"

He suddenly realized, startled and frightened.

Symbiote!

Some things, even if you see the real thing for the first time, you can tell it at a glance.

…

New York, Osborne Building.

Anton saw the old man again.

"Agreed?"

Jonah Jameson said with a smile: "The Osborne Company has cooperated with the Daily Bugle many times, but this time, it is estimated that it will involve the largest amount of money. Anton, you did not disappoint me."

"Old man, did you make money like this before?"

Anton looks odd.

"Anyone with a little IQ would do that for their own benefit within reason." Jameson didn't care, "I don't go against my conscience for every penny I earn, and I've paid taxes. Legal income. You don't think I can get my current worth of tens of billions by extorting me from the Daily Bugle?"

Anton admired: "That's not true, but I really underestimated your connections."

"You'll find out more about me later."

Jameson smiles.

In the case of the Life Foundation, Anton handed in a satisfactory answer.

This is very gratifying to him, and he has the idea of ​​seriously cultivating Anton.

Ring Ring Ring!

Suddenly, Anton's cell phone rang.

"Boss, the Life Foundation has just issued a statement saying that it will hold a press conference to respond positively to the two major issues of 'homeless' and 'illegal experiments'..."

Phil's voice came from the opposite side, very excited: "We won!"

"Wait and see what Drake has to say."

Anton replied: "Although the winning ticket is in hand, it is necessary to prevent the enemy from breaking the pot."

"Understood."

Phil nodded.

During the process, Anton and Jameson were greeted by the driver.

The former took out his mobile phone and opened the live broadcast interface of the Daily Bugle.

The screen on the phone was aimed at the gate of the Life Foundation Experimental Base next to the Golden Gate Bridge.

At this moment, although the door was tightly closed, it was crowded with people.

The crowd includes not only the marchers who had blocked the door before, but also journalists from all over the world who are coming continuously, all wanting to broadcast the major news that has caused widespread public discussion in the first place.

"Don't worry, the Life Foundation admits it."

Jameson glances, confident.

"Why do you say that?"

Anton is curious.

"The city government of San Francisco gave Drake an ultimatum, demanding that Drake resolve the scandal as soon as possible." Jameson sneered, "Those high-ranking politicians don't want to see this scandal continue to ferment."

"You know this?" Anton was surprised.

"Here's the secret. Otherwise, why do you think Norman Osborn will give the Daily Bugle a profit?"

Jameson said: "I said ~IndoMTL.com~ Anton, I still have a lot of secrets."

"Okay."

Anton has a headache: "I just hope Eddie is safe."

"There is a sacrifice in everything."

Jameson's tone is meaningful, mixed with indifference: "Anton, you have to learn to accept reality."

Anton asked: "What about you? Have you learned it?"

Jameson said: "Of course."

Anton asked again: "Since I learned it, why should I retire?"

"This is life."

Jameson replied: "You will understand later."

When the two exchanged, there was progress in the press conference of the Life Foundation in San Francisco.

The door opens slowly.

Surrounded by several bodyguards with big shoulders and round waists, a man with a thin body who looked in his early thirties appeared in everyone's sight.

Carlton Drake.

A self-made super-rich.

"Mr. Drake, how would you respond to the criticism from netizens?"

"There are rumors that you have received a warning from the San Francisco Police Department. Is this true?"

"Will you go to jail?"

"Death to Drake!!"

Countless people opened their mouths in unison, as if hundreds of ducks were chirping at the same time, which caused a great headache.

"Be quiet."

Drake raised his hand and came to the podium, facing the small microphone, and said solemnly: "Everyone, the Life Foundation has always adhered to the concept of solving all human diseases, and has developed many new drugs to solve the problem. Many terminal diseases, including pancreatic cancer, have brought life to the terminally ill patients in the world. Although I am facing many false accusations, I still want to tell you that I, Carlton Drake, have a clear conscience..."