The communication was started, and the image of the vulture Toums suddenly appeared in front of Su Fei.

"What's going on?" Su Fei frowned and looked at the alien arms dealer he had cultivated.

"The alien weapon I gave to you was destroyed, it is what you mentioned before." Tums said with a ugly expression, feeling a little guilty.

After all, everything he has given to him now is given by Su Fei. When he thinks about the liquidation he may face after the matter is broken, he can't help but feel a little nervous.

"Spider-Man?" Su Fei was stunned, and then he remembered that he had given this advice to Toums before.

After all, in the original movie, he was destroyed by Peter Parker, and now he is the big boss behind the scenes. If he is involved, it will easily affect his image.

"If it is destroyed, it will be ruined. You can concentrate on the reconstruction of Brooklyn with Wilson in the future, and it will be just whitewashed." Su Fei replied indifferently.

With his current strength, he doesn't need any alien weapons to decompose the energy essence. After all, all the heroic power has been fused in his body to form his own power.

"Wash white?" Tumsi was stunned, feeling more and more uneasy. If his current boss wants to wash white, will he be silenced?

"Well, wash it white." Seeing the uneasiness on the vulture's face, Su Fei quickly understood and comforted him.

"Alien weapons have no effect on me now, so there is no need for this aspect to maintain. Since they have been discovered now, let's take this opportunity to stop it." Speaking of this, Su Fei solemnly reminded.

"I don't want any trouble in the future, so you have to leave no trace, do you understand?"

"I understand, please don't worry." Tums felt relieved immediately after confirming that Su Fei really didn't need it.

In fact, with the defense group formed by Tony Stark, it has become extremely difficult to obtain alien energy during this period.

This time, he was caught by Spider-Man in a transaction. If it could be completely disconnected, it would be good news for Toums, who already had new resource income.

After all, he wasn't the kind of villain who wanted to commit crime all day long.

Being able to do this is just to take better care of your family.

"After today, I will disconnect from all contacts and ensure there will be no problems." Toums solemnly promised.

In the underground factory.

The vulture Toums, who hung up the phone, walked out of his office directly.

As he walked out, the general team of the original transportation team immediately gathered on him.

"How about it, boss, high-altitude devices, do you want it? If not, we will not have new materials to make the next batch of weapons." The fat man, who has been developing and improving alien weapons, asked.

"No need, from now on, put down all the alien energy in our hands, and we pack it tonight and give it to Spider-Man. Tomorrow we all will be relocated to the office of the transportation site in Brooklyn." Toums said in an unprecedented relaxed tone.

Everyone was stunned, as if they didn't react, but after a moment, although the fat man's face was a little reluctant to leave the alien weapons, he still said excitedly.

"Return to the right path?"

"Yeah." Tums nodded affirmatively.

"Now the Brooklyn project is on the right track, we can make money openly and there is no need to fight head-on with those so-called superheroes."

"Huh, that's fine. I've been thinking about this for a long time. Although these alien weapons are indeed very attractive, I don't want to be touched by the FBI one night."

Some people agreed happily, while others remained skeptical about this. After all, the feeling of the force of alien weapons being in their own hands is very charming.

For example, Jack, the first generation of thriller, was reluctant to leave his powerful gloves.

"Boss, let it go. What if the Brooklyn project is snatched by those big guys one day? "

As soon as these words were said, the atmosphere in the entire factory became solemn again.

"So, what do you want to do?" Tums glanced at everyone, his heart condensed. The crime corruption he tried hard to avoid, but unexpectedly happened. He asked calmly.

"It's better for you to do Brooklyn projects. What's the money you give to me? I'll share it with you every month." Jack said freely, but his face was arrogant and he looked like he was snatching up for power.

"What if I say no?" Tums smiled slightly.

"Please, if you don't do it, someone will have to do it. Besides, our arms business is so good now. It's just a just a policeman with a red leather case. There's no need to be so scared."

"Do you think I'm afraid?" Tums raised his eyebrows, his face a little bad. From the moment he was established, only this bastard has always disobeyed him.

Now he wants to whitewash and come out to cause trouble, which is to lose face.

"I didn't say that, but I think it's hard for me to endure that kind of formal job anymore." The meaning of Jack's words was obvious.

"You think so too?" Tums glanced at the silent people around him.

"I'll listen to the boss." The fat man in charge of weapon development said decisively.

As the people around him nodded under the gaze of Toums, Jack, who was the first to advocate, was unhappy.

"Please, you won't all want to go back to the kind of work that looked at people's faces and worked so hard."

Everyone didn't say anything.

Toums was very satisfied and said to Jack directly, "From now on, you have been fired from this team."

"Exit?" Jack looked at Toums in surprise, "Are you going to drive me away?"

"I'm not strict with myself. If I get drunk, I'll say something to the police, so don't affect your whitewashing."

"What?" Tumsi smiled angrily and looked at Jack seriously. Seeing that the latter seemed to be laughing but had a serious look, he turned around and walked to the work table in front of the fat man, and picked up a firearm transformed by alien weapons.

Then he turned around suddenly, aimed his gun at Jack, and shot quickly in the latter's astonished gaze.

In the purple energy wave, Jack the thriller, and his clothes were directly burned for ashes, and his flesh and bones were completely blown into pieces.

"Hey, isn't this weapon only attractive?" Tums said in a pretentious manner.

Everyone around him laughed dryly, looked at Jack's ashes, and they all felt awe-inspiring. They never dared to make any objections and began to concentrate on executing the orders.

Damn it fired a fire when he had a disagreement, and afterwards he said he didn't know at all?

Haha, it seems that the boss of a good person has deteriorated and has evil moneyism.

As for Jack, he was honored to enter an alien vacuum cleaner afterwards. He was the most profitable brother, and the arms dealers are quite particular.
Chapter completed!