"Can you let me go?" Vulture just felt like a fool. After being around for so many years, he still didn't know how to keep a distance from others when talking.
Karl let go of his hand, and the vulture flapped its wings and floated in the air. Looking at the man standing in mid-air leaning against the wall, he only felt toothache.
In all these years, he has never seen a villain with such a lack of martial ethics. Even Doctor Octopus, who doesn't look normal, won't take action just because he says it.
How can you do it directly? Do you understand that I am showing respect to you by talking at such a close distance?
Karl obviously didn't know that he would never get the respect of the vulture again, but even if he knew it, he didn't care. If it weren't for the fact that it was useful to him to keep the vulture, he would have killed it long ago.
What the hell do you dare to interrupt my dinner with Miss Gwen!
Karl's pair of blue electronic eyes stared at the vulture. As soon as the vulture took a step back, a thin thread appeared out of thin air and was tied up, and then it was carried by Karl again.
"Spell! What the hell!"
"I don't know if you are really stupid or pretending to be stupid. You actually think that I will listen to you and let you go when I say let you go. Do you think anyone will be as brainless as you?"
"The problem is that they have the dignity to be villains!" Vulture said dissatisfied: "Today's young people don't understand the rules at all."
"Stop talking nonsense like this, I find it ridiculous even when you talk about rules." Karl said lightly: "As an outlaw who doesn't abide by the law, isn't it too humorous for you to talk to me about rules?"
"And remember." Karl raised the vulture in front of him: "In New York, my words are the rules!"
"You're so crazy!" said the Vulture: "Even if you capture me, there will be Doctor Octopus, Electro, Mysterio, Matt Murdock..."
"Matt Murdock is dead." Mr. Carl was kind-hearted and could not bear to see the vulture's senile dementia, so he reminded him kindly: "I killed him with my own hands."
"Okay, okay, even so, have you ever been able to play with the Sinister Six?"
"Stop talking nonsense, I arrested you just to get rid of them." Karl said: "Tell me about the information about Mysterio and my five million."
The vulture's heart sank and he hesitated, "Give me a little more time."
"I've given you a lot of time, Vulture." Karl was very dissatisfied and lowered the line in his hand slightly: "You found me yourself."
The vulture looked at Karl shaking his hands and couldn't help but said: "This is all for you, Boss Sefu!"
"When I thought that you wanted information about Mysterio, I didn't rest for a moment and brought it to you immediately."
"So I have to thank you?" Karl couldn't help but smile: "I thank you, vulture."
"You're welcome!" The vulture changed his face so quickly because he finally figured out a problem.
Se Fu is a lunatic. He doesn't care about the rules established by the agreement. He has no respect for the seniors who are also villains. He is not even a good person.
The vulture saw clearly that when he threw down the fake doll, the lunatic didn't react at all!
He is a lunatic who only cares about money!
Sure enough, Karl slapped him rudely: "Are you crazy? Was I too gentle before or have you reached your rebellious stage?"
"When you assign tasks to your little brothers, do you care about their efforts and efforts? Who the hell cares about useless shit like that! I just want the results!"
"And the result is..." Karl raised the dizzy vulture in front of him and said coldly: "You failed to come up with one million!"
"I've given you so long, is it difficult to rob a bank? Are those bankers your father? Or are you just a dog and don't dare to bite them?"
The vulture's eyes are red. If you don't insult people like this, why don't I, the vulture, dare to rob a bank?
"Forget it, I didn't expect you, a loser, to begin with. Listen, I need these things. Give you a week to get them done for me and put them in the container on the dock. Do you understand?"
Karl took out a list and put it in front of the vulture. The vulture was a good judge of things and was numb when he saw these people.
"Boss, I can't handle it!"
"It's okay, I don't want the five million!"
"Why don't I give you 10 million, which means robbing two more banks. I really can't handle these things." Vulture really wanted to survive, so he told the truth. After all, if he couldn't handle it, this A madman could do something far more horrific.
"Tell me, what do you need?" Karl said calmly: "These are all things that can be found on the market."
"There are some rare materials that I can't get." The vulture said honestly: "The whole thing may only be available to the Osborne Group."
"Then go get Osborne!" Karl let him go and put away the thread to help the vulture: "Remember, you only have one week."
"Oh, by the way, you don't think I've just been talking nonsense with you." Karl added: "As I said, you only have one week, be careful, Mr. Adrian Toombs. "
The vulture glanced at him with a ferocious expression, but did not dare to attack, so it had no choice but to fly away with its wings waving.
Karl fell to the ground. He first used a machine to check whether he had a locator or other small items on his body. Then he took off his suit near his home and walked in calmly with a thick file bag.
After coming back, I found Gwen sitting at home, looking annoyed.
"Come back?" Gwen glanced at him and asked, "What happened?"
"Nothing, just get some information."
"What information?" Gwen looked at the file bag in Carl's hand curiously. Carl shook his head and said, "It's confidential."
He had looked through it beforehand, and there was nothing suspicious in it. Even if Gwen asked, Carl could say that he was trying to help her, so there was no need to be too careful.
Karl was not afraid of exposing his flaws because of these things. On the contrary, those who would not suspect the flaws in his other vest could better protect Se Fu's identity.
He and Gwen sat and watched the movie for a while, then ran back into the house to read the information.
Not because of anything else, but because George was knocking on the door outside.
Carl ran back into the house and opened the information Vulture gave him.
"Mysterio is a shameless bastard!"
"He's like a circus clown!"
"When you encounter the mysterious guest, please give him a good beating. Don't let him go!"
Karl calmly skipped the sentence full of Vulture's personal color and saw the specific information.
"Mysterio is good at hand-to-hand combat, illusions, and magic. He is good at insulting and fooling others, but he is not very capable in frontal combat."
"A piece of advice: Don't believe any word of Mysterio, don't believe any of Mysterio's actions, don't believe your eyes."
