Some Unscientific Marvel Scientist

"So, what's the truth?"

After Peter Parker left, Kraft crossed his legs, leaned on the sofa, and stared at Martin Lee.

"I'm not an idiot like Peter. I can't be fooled by that idea of ​​protecting my compatriots."

Craft believes that Martin has the intention to protect his compatriots and even Asians, but that is definitely not the main reason, because the boss of the Devil Gang is not Martin Lee, but Mr. Negative. According to what Martin said before, when he becomes Mr. Negative At this time, the whole person's temperament is cold and cruel, and there is definitely no idea of ​​​​protecting others.

"Remember what we talked about before about returning to China?"

Martin was silent for a while and then asked suddenly.

"Which time did you say?"

Kraft has always wanted to go back, and related topics have been discussed more than once or twice.

"It was after seeing the news about the Hulk last time," Martin reminded: "We talked about the topic of special humans."

"Oh, yes, that's what happened." Kraft nodded after being reminded, "So, is it related to the topic at that time?"

"Yes, in fact, I have tried to go back as an investor before, but I was stopped."

Martin Lee showed a look of reminiscence.

"There is an official force in China that specializes in managing special groups of people. Because my abilities are not under control, they gave me two options. One is to be supervised by them after returning to the country and have a special locator injected into my body. The other is to If I continue to stay in the United States, I don’t need to do much else. I just occasionally help deliver news, receive people coming over there, etc. Oh, and collect some cultural relics that have been scattered abroad.”

"So you chose the second option? No wonder you are in the antique business."

Kraft nodded understandingly.

"No," Martin Lee smiled and shook his head, "I chose to do it."

He raised his hand and touched his cheek, showed a wry smile and said, "Then he was beaten badly."

"You actually want to fight against the state machinery on your own..." Kraft rolled his eyes with gloating, "You deserve to be beaten."

"I gained magical power at that time, which was when I was expanding." Martin Lee sighed, "Who would have thought that there would be so many people with special abilities in this world..."

"What is the name of the domestic organization?"

Kraft asked curiously. He had also asked Angela and Harrow to invade the networks of other countries. At that time, the domestic network blockade was really harsh, and a lot of information could not be found. It was no longer a "wall". It's the Great Wall.

"They call themselves the Divine Spear Club, or the Divine Spear Bureau..." Martin had a complicated expression on his face, "Did you know? There is actually Monkey King in their team!"

"...What?" Kraft, who was still thinking about the relationship between the domestic SHIELD and the American SHIELD, plucked his ears. "Is the monkey you are talking about the monkey I know?"

"Yes, that's the Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King, Monkey King"

Even when Martin Lee recalls it now, he still looks unbelievable. After all, the name Sun Wukong has special meaning to most Chinese people.

"Although it's not as exaggerated as in myths and legends, he basically has all the abilities he should have... I was knocked over by him hitting me in the face with a stick."

"That's right. Having fought against the descendants of the Monkey King is bragging rights for any Chinese."

Not only did Kraft not mean to comfort his adoptive father, but he looked envious. If possible, he would also like to fight with the Great Sage!

"Actually, if it were you, the Divine Spear Bureau would be happy to accept it."

After Martin Lee glared at Kraft, he suddenly said: "You don't have uncontrollable abilities like me, and you also have a variety of advanced technologies. Even the Spear Bureau cannot ignore you. If you join the Divine Spear Bureau, it shouldn't be difficult to meet the successor of Sun Wukong."

"Forget about joining the Divine Spear Bureau or something." Kraft shook his head, "I have said before, our life is not bad now. Even if we are not subject to official restrictions after we go back, I will still be able to do things. We have to tie our hands and feet, there are not so many scruples in the United States. When we develop, no matter who the FBI or the CIA is, if anyone dares to reach out, they will chop off people with their claws!"

Martin Lee also knew that Kraft said this because he didn’t want to lose himself alone in the United States. He smiled and rubbed Kraft’s head without saying anything else, because he understood Kraft’s character, and even more because of his I don’t want to be separated from Kraft.

"By the way," Kraft tilted his head to avoid Martin Lee's palm and asked another question, "If your ability can make you cold-blooded, then why did you take me in back then?"

"Do you think I haven't thrown you away before?" Martin Lee smiled, not hiding anything from Kraft. "In other words, Mr. Negatives actually threw you away several times, but I always got rid of you." It was picked up."

Martin Lee scratched his hair and said with some emotion: "When I first gained the ability, good and evil were actually very clear. During the day, I was Martin Lee, who was like a saint, and at night, I was Mr. Film possessed by a demon. And you were young at the time and had been delirious all the time, so you were a burden to the film, so how could he not throw you away."

At this point, Martin Lee's eyes when he looked at Kraft suddenly became very gentle, making him couldn't help but get goosebumps.

"Why are you suddenly looking at me with such disgusting eyes!"

Kraft rubbed his arms and shivered suddenly.

"After you were picked up by me several times in a row, the film even had the idea of ​​killing you." Martin didn't take it seriously and continued to say with gentle eyes: "But every time he wanted to attack you, I The evil thoughts and good thoughts in the body will start to fight, and then the two will gradually merge together in the process, which also gives me the ability to control the transformation to a certain extent."

"Without your existence, maybe Martin Lee will always be Martin Lee, and the negative will always be the negative. Maybe one day, Martin Lee's existence will be completely replaced by the negative, or the negative will be too violent. After being pursued by American officials, I was finally sent to the experimental platform again...so it is not an exaggeration to say that your existence saved me."

Martin Lee said with a serious face.

"Really? When you say that, it's embarrassing."

Kraft rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, but his heart felt warm.