Chapter 740 The last day of product marketing strategy
Facing the request from Salomon, Frank Castle still had a "f*ck off" attitude, which made the heavily armed Sophia almost fight him with her fists. However, Salomon felt even more
To his surprise, Frank Custer didn't recognize him at all, even though they had met a few years ago.
"Do you think I am a young man who pursues trends, and I came to you just to find some urban legend?" Facing this retired soldier, the mystic had to change his way of speaking, and his rude words could even make the etiquette teacher faint, starting with f.
The words are almost all over his every sentence. He will not face others with the attitude of "there are only two kinds of English in the world, one is English and the other is wrong". The overly elegant idiom Frank...
Custer couldn't understand it at all. This was too difficult for an American soldier who had only attended public schools.
"I'm here to make you a proposal, a mutually beneficial proposal. I know you hate it when others investigate you, but - don't rush to use the knife, you can't beat me - I have already investigated what you want.
Everything you want. I don't care if you want to drink yourself to death or remain anonymous, I'm offering you a job. If you can remember what happened a few years ago, you'll know what I'm offering.
Nothing has changed, it’s all written on this piece of paper.”
Frank Castle took a sip of his drink. He didn't even look at the contract that Sophia put on the bar. The glass of Jim Beam whiskey attracted all his attention, just like what Salomon said during the video call on his mobile phone.
Every word was covered up by the loud music in the bar. After a while, he seemed a little impatient with Sophia who had been standing next to him. He glanced at the phone with his peripheral vision and said, "You didn't show up at all."
In front of me."
"Really?"
Frank Castle frowned, and he keenly noticed that the loud music in the bar was gradually lengthened, and the lights began to cast long shadows. He subconsciously thought that he had been poisoned, but when he just wanted to take action
When he kidnapped Sophia beside him and took out the weapon from the holster on her leg, he found that the notes in the air were pulled into a low and painful cry. The dim light was like fresh paint on an old canvas, blurring into
There was a halo. A hand with three rings stretched out from his wine glass, and then placed it firmly on the bar, followed by an arm, a head, and finally the upper body of a man's body from that small
A small wine glass crawled out, like a genie in a fairy tale.
"What the f*ck!" Frank Custer forced himself to remain calm. His brain did not recognize what was happening in front of him as reality, but as some kind of drugged hallucination. He stood up from his chair.
, groping around with his fingers to judge the reality, trying to find a way out.
"Am I right in front of you, Frank Custer?" The hand placed a roll of parchment on the bar.
"F*ck!" Frank Custer squeezed through the motionless crowd and took a few steps back. His eyes widened and his heart beat faster. He clenched his fists, adrenaline suddenly rising, ready to deal with emergencies at any time.
He believed he was hallucinating and became extremely aggressive.
"Hey! Listen to me, I know I'm scared like this. But please don't hurt my girl. I owe Sophia's father a big favor." The mystic said, "I don't have time to travel halfway around the world to see you. I
The alchemy golem can only maintain one, so it can only be done in this way. Do you think I am willing to taste the bad taste of Jim Beam whiskey? Time is very slow around now, and the only ones who can move normally are the two of us and Sophia.
, so listen to my advice and let us help each other.”
"What if I say no?"
"Then you will never find the target of revenge." Salomon said very frankly, "It's not that I did anything, but that you just can't find it. You need my help. I inherited S.H.I.E.L.D.
With most of my apparent power, I can provide you with anything you want. Don’t do this—"
"Recruiting operation?" Victoria Hand flipped through the file, "An ordinary Afghan retired soldier, a soldier who even registered his death, what should we care about? I know that the combat methods of the regular army and the special operations team are completely different, and even more
Not to mention there are a lot of advanced weapons operations to learn. But if you need, you can draw people from the special operations team to complete the mission. Also, when did you start drinking Jim Beam whiskey? I remember not liking it.
Grow cheap wine.”
"Ever since my water element structure was shot, I planned to use this wine to punish myself." Salomon said angrily. If he hadn't reacted in time and triggered the spell tattoo he had tattooed on Sophia's back, he would
She teleported back, and Frank Castle might even kill her in close combat. As a girl who had lived in Siberia since childhood, Sofia didn't take this kind of thing to heart, but Salomon felt a little sorry. He
He promised Jacob to protect Sophia, even though Sophia was older than him. "Frank Castle, he was able to kill my water elemental construct, which proves that he is very capable." The mystic mage was a little depressed.
, "I don't even understand how he fired so many shots! The information fed back by the water elemental construct is not enough at all."
"Perhaps you could get the SWAT guys to talk to him instead of magic." Victoria Hand photographed the dossier on the ornate desk in the Home Office, as if the Renaissance furniture were a relic of her past at S.H.I.E.L.D.
An alloy desktop used by the bureau. "He is a retired soldier, and what he needs is someone with whom he can share a common topic. If you don't have that experience, you can't understand the psychological activities of such a person. In the future, please leave such work to the intelligence department."
"
"I just...I know you are very busy, Hand. I think I can solve such a small matter."
"As long as you insist on meeting others in this way, it will be impossible."
"I'm using technology to project now!"
Victoria Hand held out her finger angrily, and Salomon, who was sitting behind the desk, was suddenly partially covered by the shadow. It wasn't until Salomon's holographic projection screamed that the head of the intelligence department sat back in his seat.
"There is no difference, my lord. People like Frank Custer value sincerity, and his thinking still adheres to the military's rules of conduct. If he cannot understand you, he will not cooperate with you. Are you willing to let
Does he know you?"
"Frank Custer has a simple sense of justice. He is the kind of person who will fight for the innocent. I believe there must be something written in the file." Salomon sighed, "Look at me again, v.
I went to a British public school, studied in Oxford, participated in the rowing team and the fencing team, and was good at oil painting and sculpture. Do you think there is anything about my apparent identity that makes me like a retired soldier like him? If I talk about the other side, it would be even worse.
A butcher of extradimensional creatures and aliens, who performs tasks without caring about casualties, and possesses many unimaginable magics... This is even more unpalatable, Hand, at least ordinary people don't like it. I think there is something wrong with my product marketing strategy.
"
"Then do you usually need others to like you?"
"No need." The Mystic Mage shrugged, then held his nose and drank the Jim Beam whiskey with a very painful expression.
"Leave this matter to me. It happens that the person monitoring Wilson Fisk has not left New York yet. Don't worry, the agent is a veteran and he has something to talk with Frank Custer." She pushed up her glasses and did it.
"But how can I do that? I hope you can explain it to Frank Custer."