Chapter 219 Thick Fog

"These damn alien bastards!"

"Damn the Avengers, damn the Washington government!"

New York, Atlantic coast.

On the rusty old fishing boat, a wrinkled white man was holding a wine bottle in one hand and cursed indignantly.

The Battle of New York took away everything from him, his house, his family, everything about him.

"Why, why is it me, why! Why don't the shitty Avengers save my family, my dear Mary, she is only sixteen years old, why..."

After drinking the vodka in his hand, the man seemed to be tired of scolding, and began to cry uncontrollably.

Below him, the fishing boat was drifting with the current driven by the waves. It was no longer known where it had gone, and the entire cabin was empty without any reserves. In fact, as early as the moment he went to sea, the man was ready to leave and never return. He had already lost everything, his warm home, his lovely daughter, he had nothing left.

Under the influence of alcohol, the man's consciousness became blurred. He lay on the bow of the boat and looked up at the distant coastline. In a trance, a thick fog suddenly appeared on the sea.

The thick fog came suddenly without any warning.

Along with the thick fog, a strange boat began to appear around the fishing boat.

"This is?"

The sudden heavy fog made the man's drunken mind sober up. He opened his drunken eyes and looked at the small boat that appeared around him.

The style of the boat is very strange, and it does not seem to be a product of modern times. An expressionless woman is sitting on the simple wooden boat. In front of her is a kerosene lamp that was only used in the Middle Ages. It emits a faint light and illuminates Thick fog in front of me.

The strange scene made the man completely sober from alcohol. He turned around and looked at everything around him, only to find that at some point, a large number of wooden boats had appeared and surrounded his small fishing village.

On every wooden boat, there is an expressionless figure sitting inside.

The man scanned the densely packed wooden boats around him in panic. The strange scene that happened in front of him suppressed the sadness in his heart. His eyes swept across these expressionless figures, but he was immediately attracted by a familiar face.

"Mary? Mary!"

The man blinked his eyes in disbelief and looked at a wooden boat not far away from him, where his dead daughter was sitting there intact, without a single scratch on her beautiful face.

"Mary, I'm here, can you hear me?!"

With trembling lips, the man saw his daughter sitting on the wooden boat. His inner excitement suppressed his panic, and he shouted loudly, almost without thinking.

However, there were still men shouting at the top of their lungs, but Mary on the wooden boat still didn't react at all. She still sat expressionlessly on the wooden boat, looking at the kerosene lamp that gave off a faint light in front of her.

"No, it can't be like this, no!"

Seeing the wooden boat carrying his daughter gradually sailing away without any response, the man's originally excited expression suddenly became stiff. He gritted his teeth, stood up staggeringly, controlled the fishing boat and headed towards it without hesitation. Chase in the direction where the wooden boat disappeared.

In the thick fog, no matter how long he chased, the man's physical strength had already bottomed out. The only thing that supported him was the hope for his daughter Mary.

"The fog has dispersed?"

Unknowingly, the thick fog that originally shrouded the sea gradually dissipated. Also disappearing with the thick fog was the wooden boat that was originally traveling in it.

Looking at the wooden ship disappearing in the thick fog, the sadness and anger on the man's face had no time to show. The next second, a huge ship with an ominous red light like a phantom appeared in front of him.

…

In Stark Industries, Adrian Toomes is directing his employees to dismantle and recycle Chitauri scraps. The remains of these alien technologies, even if they are only incomplete equipment,

The scientific and technological success contained in it still made his heart excited. It was foreseeable that when he thoroughly researched these waste materials, he would get great rewards.

"This is simply the best decision I have ever made in my life!"

A proud smile appeared on the face of the Yin Vulture, and before the smile on Adrian Toombs' face could spread, a sudden stop came.

"Everyone, stop what you are doing!"

Adrian Toombs turned his head and saw a fat woman with white hair walking in with a small group of people and said according to the script.

"According to the latest document order signed by the president, from now on, we will take over the cleanup work. Thank you for your hard work."

"Who are you?"

Looking at the group of uninvited guests who suddenly appeared in the remains of Stark Industries, Adrian Toombs began to feel uneasy.

"Damage Control."

Looking across at Adrian Toomes, one of them spoke back.

"Listen," the situation in front of him began to move towards an unexpected result for Adrian Toombs. In order to get this recycling opportunity, he had put everything he had into: "I have signed a contract with the city government. The contract has legal qualifications for recycling, you can't just let me give up with just a few words."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Adrian Toombs, but from now on, all recycling will be done by us."

The alien weapons left by the Chitauri are extremely powerful. It is impossible for the American government to allow ordinary people like Adrian Toombs to control such technology. Almost as soon as the New York War ended, the White House issued an order to quickly establish a "Damage Control Department" to take over all related matters. Subsequent recycling of Taree waste.

Adrian Toombs can only be considered unlucky.

"So, please hand over all the alien technology you have collected." The woman continued, glancing at the large debris in Stark Industries.

"So, what about my losses? In order to win this opportunity, I almost put everything on it. If I don't gain anything, I will go bankrupt." The expression on Adrian Toombs's face became excited. In order to be able to win as soon as possible After completing the recycling work, he sold his family property and gave it all to the bank for a large amount of funds to obtain authorization from the city government. As a result, someone suddenly told him that the authorization was no longer valid.

This simply drove him to death.

"I'm sorry sir, but there's nothing I can do about it."

The woman replied with a straight face and an expressionless expression.

"However, if you want to complain, you can go to my boss."