Chapter 272

Ward's door-to-door visit just made Lyon more firm. His enemies are still hiding in the shadow and observing themselves secretly.

He is still carrying out various plans to make himself stronger in an orderly way

The implementation of the "Nirvana" charitable fund immediately spread the name of the nirvana group throughout New York.

Especially in the battle of New York, the people of New York who lost their homes and relatives were full of goodwill and respect for the company that helped in time.

All major news newspapers and media have bombarded this generous listed company with various follow-up reports, pushing the reputation of this mysterious but huge group company to a new height.

(long before the war in New York, at the instigation of Lyon, the bloggers reorganized and merged the companies absolutely controlled by shouhe.)

For a time, the share price of Nirvana group soared, becoming the only large enterprise with soaring share price after the New York war!

Incidentally, another company whose share price soared was "Iron Man" Tony Stark's stark industry

In the implementation of this charity, although Lyon did not come forward directly to accept the gratitude from the public. However, the beating favors undoubtedly tell him that this is what the system expects!

The purpose of the charitable fund is, on the one hand, to help the people of New York rebuild their homes; On the other hand, it is to gain favor.

The upcoming damage control company is mainly to enable the superhero team of "Avenger alliance" to maintain a better reputation and image in front of the public.

However, what Lyon didn't expect is that his kindness with stark inadvertently led to the birth of a super villain

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In front of the stark building under construction, the once crowded waiting hall of New York Central railway station is now in ruins.

Bricks and tiles, alien debris and a huge Leviathan carcass can be seen everywhere, turning the largest and busiest railway station in the United States into a desolate ruin.

If Lyon were here, he would recognize this Leviathan beast, the one he killed

The noisy sound of mechanical cutting, loud conversation and the roar of vehicles have added a bit of popularity to the ruins.

Take a closer look, in the ruins, in addition to several trucks full of alien materials, there are some men in tooling, with all kinds of tools, trying to clean up all kinds of alien garbage

"Everything can't go back to the past..."

Next to a yellow excavator, a middle-aged worker wearing presbyopia glasses, holding a graffiti painting obviously from a child, is sighing to his subordinates.

"Aliens, superheroes, and a big green guy razed the building to the ground... You know, when I was a child, I liked to draw cowboys and Indians."

"In fact, they are all native Americans, but it doesn't matter..."

"But then again, it's a good painting, don't you think?"

"It's good..."

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Among the two people who are talking, the middle-aged worker with presbyopia glasses is the head of the cleaning team responsible for cleaning up the central railway station.

His name is Adrian tums.

After the New York war, in order to clean up the mess as soon as possible, the government not only organized professional teams to clean up the battlefield, but also specially authorized private cleaning institutions or teams to participate in it.

Everything is to let Manhattan regain its former prosperity.

The cleaning team led by Tumus is one of them.

Seeing that it was profitable, as a pillar of his family who needed to support his family, Tumus turned his heart and signed a clean-up contract with the municipal government, hoping to make a small profit from the clean-up work.

To this end, he even mortgaged his house, used bank loans, bought several new trucks and hired a group of people

However, things are not always so smooth.

Just when Tumus taught a new cleaner how to use alien things to pull down the energy core of a zitari aircraft, a fat woman with white hair, surrounded by some men and women in work clothes, uniforms and suits, walked into the cleaning site.

"Everybody, please pay attention!"

Upon hearing the speech, Tumus and several workers around him turned their heads and looked at the uninvited guests.

Before Tumus could react, he spit out a series of sentences from the mouth of the white haired fat woman:

"According to executive order 396b, all post-war clean-up work is now under our jurisdiction. Thank you for your service and leave it to us!"

Looking at the other party's aura and some bulging waists under his suits, Tumus frowned and asked:

"Who are you?"

"Professionals." a man in a suit who stood beside a fat woman like a bodyguard responded.

Tumus, who felt something was wrong, couldn't help explaining: "listen, I signed a contract with the municipal government to clean up these ruins, so..."

However, the other party did not give him such a chance.

"I'm sorry, Mr. tooms, but we're taking over all the cleaning work. Please hand over all the alien objects you collected, or we'll sue you..."

As soon as the voice fell, the fat woman turned and was ready to leave.

In a hurry, Tumus quickly followed up, told the other party everything about his situation, and tried to convince the other party.

However, all he got was a cold answer:

"Sorry, there's nothing I can do."

Just as Tumus looked at the fat woman who turned and left with a dull face, the man in suit who had just answered suddenly said with a sarcastic voice:

"Maybe next time don't overdo it..."

This sentence directly ignited Tumus's already raging anger.

"What are you talking about?"

After asking a question, Tumus, with a look of doubt on his face, turned to his subordinates and said:

"Yes, he's right. I don't measure my strength..."

Before the words fell, taking advantage of the man's unprepared, Tumus suddenly turned around and punched the man in suit in the face!

This blow immediately broke the whole already precarious situation.

The man who was suddenly attacked immediately took out a pistol from his waist and pointed it at Tumus.

The other men and women in suits took out their weapons one after another, looking like a great enemy.

"Put the gun away!"

The fat woman stopped her men pointing guns at civilians, and then said solemnly to Tumus, who was still angry:

"If you have any dissatisfaction, you can go to my superior."

"Who the fuck is your superior?"

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In the evening, Tumus and others who returned to the warehouse got the identity of "superior" from the news report.

"A joint company composed of stark industries and nirvana group, the joint government damage control department, will be responsible for the cleaning of alien debris and alien materials..."

"The bastard who made this mess, now he actually takes the money to clean up..."

"Yes, it's all operated in a dark box..."

Listening to the complaints of his subordinates, until this moment, Adrian tums suddenly understood a truth:

If you don't want to be a knife, I'm a fish, you must make a change!

At this time, a subordinate opened the curtain and found a truck full of alien materials in the corner. He asked aloud:

"Boss, a load of materials cleaned up yesterday are still here. We should hand them in, shouldn't we?"

Upon hearing the speech, Tumus suddenly got up and said solemnly:

"I'll tell you what to do. We'll keep it!"

In front of the slightly surprised eyes of the people, Tumus looked hard and said in a deep voice:

"The world has changed..."

"And it's time for us to change!"