Chapter 286 You are acquired by me!

   "Tsk, Earth Shield, I'm sour with this nickname, Steve!" The sweaty Fisher retracted his fist and joked to the American team who was also sweating on the other side, who had wet the white linen vest.

   "Huh, huh, you think I like this name, I'm not as good as Captain America!" Steve grabbed the energy drink on the side and took a sip, then clenched his fists, "come again!"

At first, the US team was only used to running, running, and punching in the morning, but after meeting Fisher, the morning exercise became a two-person race running. Because everyone is not a normal person, the morning exercise program has become again. Running boxing.

What surprised Steve was not only Fisher's strong physical fitness, but also those fighting skills he had never seen before. These fighting skills accumulated over the countless years of Paradise Island and Ares actually benefited the US team. .

  "S.H.I.E.L.D.'s propaganda like that is really too much!" After making a few gestures, both of them stopped, and came out of the boxing gym to find a location close to the river channel to have milkshakes and sandwiches.

   "Why, you are not happy to praise you?" Fisher bit down a large piece of lobster sandwich, and then said vaguely.

  "I am no stranger to military propaganda. During World War II, I used to perform on stage and solicit donations to the front lines. Those activities were either to boost morale or praise achievements, but not to grab credit as they are now!"

  "This is, the only conscience in the United States is World War II. Now that the country has become like this, do you feel distressed!"

  Fortunately, Fisher didn't mention it. When it comes to the issue of national sports, the captain's face is dim. Why didn't he die with the Red Skull, otherwise, there is no such awkward thing now!

   "Then do you mind?"

"Mind, we have lost hundreds of brothers. They come from all corners of the world. How can SHIELD wipe out their credit!" Fisher leaned back on the chair, thinking in his mind. It was the pilots who died in outer space.

Although the Jackal fighter is considered a very good model in the entire universe, it has fierce firepower, strong armor and good acceleration, but it is a fighter after all. After being hit by the large-caliber naval gun of Chitar, it will still be broken. , But their achievements will last forever!

   "Speaking of which, hasn't Nick Fury assigned you any tasks during this time?"

   "Neither I nor Dr. Banner, Hawkeye and Natasha are still the same, flying around the world all day long, but it is Coleson, Nick arranged for him a capable team!"

"Oh! That's it!" Fisher nodded, and it seemed that Nick Fury was really guarding everyone. As for the team led by Coleson, it should be the one with the Orange. At this time, the Orange should be the one. It was the ignorant senior hacker who was recruited by Coleson. Fortunately, Fisher had already decided. The next S.H.I.

   "Since you have nothing to do now, you have time to accompany Ms. Page, and time to find Sergeant Barnes!"

  "But the ruins in New York haven't been cleaned up yet, I still hang the name of a volunteer in Stark's Emergency and Disaster Management Bureau!"

   "Did he pay you a salary?"

  "No, just eat!" The US team shook his head, but according to his personality, he didn't even want to pay a salary. The poor boy from Brooklyn volunteered to the consortium boss 007. This story sounds very sad!

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"My dear, your lunch!" After receiving a large sandwich with ham and a cup of hot tea, Adrian Toums kissed his wife who was a head short and pushed open the door. , As an American contractor, Tumus’s own family is not bad, but he still has a team of good brothers, all of whom are following his old buddies, and each family is also dragging the family, so he is on his shoulders. The responsibility is also great.

After the Battle of New York, looking at the messy ruins all over the street, Thoms was like seeing a gold mine. Therefore, when the New York City government issued a series of recruitment plans to recruit private capital to participate in the cleanup of New York’s ruins, Thoms He immediately signed up, and his good brothers are all professional teams.

  After receiving a series of identification training and the disposal of explosives, Toums took a loan to buy a large amount of engineering equipment, and was ready to fight.

"Attention, Qitarui's energy core cannot be exposed to radiation, otherwise it will be activated. I don't want to see you being blown into two pieces by this thing!" While reminding him to do things carefully, Toums walked over. In front of the schedule in your own workshop.

   "Well, the area we contracted is progressing very fast! Half of it has been completed. As long as the remaining treasures are cleaned up, we can get the first funds!"

   "Woo!" Hearing that the reward was within reach, the big men at work were happily like children.

  It’s just that the happiness didn’t last long. At lunch, a team of boys in suits and sunglasses walked into the construction site with a swagger.

   "Who is in charge of you?" a middle-aged woman headed by wearing a white helmet asked proudly.

  "It's me, what's the matter!" Toums, who was holding the half-eaten sandwich, shook his heart, but walked over.

  After feeling the smell of sweat and engine oil on the other person, the woman couldn't help but stepped back, but she still maintained her pretentious posture and said, "Your work first pause, I want to announce one thing!"

  Damn it! Seeing the other party's pie, Tumston's heart was half-hearted. Shouldn't these people want to grab food? My loan hasn't been paid off yet!

  "Everyone, first of all congratulations, you will be employees of the Disaster Control Administration from now on!"

  The black suit behind the woman immediately took out a stack of badges and handed them out to Toums's men.

   "Here, me, but..." Toums looked at the card in his hand, and a hundred thousand question marks flashed through his mind.

  "But what about our equipment, wages, and work area?"

   "The control bureau will pay for this, and your work area will be re-divided. In addition, you will be required to collect the engineering exoskeleton in the afternoon. We only hope that you can get your work done in the fastest time!"

   "But, who is our boss?"

   "Mr. Stark!"

The little butterfly of destiny flapped its wings, so many people’s fate changed immediately. For example, Adrian Toums, he was a villain who almost became one of Spider-Man’s father-in-law, the vulture, in the past n years. Stark's control bureau rudely drove him away, so he took his old brother to start smuggling high-tech products.

But now, Stark, who was ridiculed by Fisher all day at patriotic capitalists and people’s entrepreneurs, also knew the drawbacks of the problem of eating meat, so when he set up the Bureau of Control to deal with the ruins of New York, Stark deliberately asked something. There is no small foreman to do this. When he got the affirmative answer, Stark waved his hand. Anyway, the Bureau of Control is still empty. Then all these people will do the work for me. By the way, they can solve some of the unemployed population in New York. .

   So the vulture changed from a private contractor to a government employee. There are still five insurances and one housing fund, and Thoms also found that there are many benefits that seem to follow a big group, such as now!

  "Boss, Boss!" A tall black man rushed into the room cheerfully, and then showed the engineering exoskeleton he was wearing to the rest of the workers inside.

   "This thing is awesome! Where did it come from?" Toums' eyes lit up.

   "From the Control Bureau, each engineering team has four sets for heavy work, and they also sent us a new work plan!" The black man took out a paper document.

   "Uh!" Seeing that the work area marked on the document was six times larger than the one he had previously contracted, Tomus was stupid.

   "Boss, we posted it!"

   "Send a woolen thread, we are only seventeen people. This is three blocks, and we can't finish it in a year!"

   "What should I do? The lady in charge said that if she can't finish her work on time, she will spit out all the benefits of eating!"

  "Damn!" Touching his Mediterranean head, Toums made a fist with his right hand and slammed it on his left palm.

   "Bauer! Didn't you say that you still know some workers?"

   "Yes, boss, what's the problem!"

   "Call them and let them come and help!"

  So the vulture changed his job again from a contractor to a second trader.

  Ps: Dear readers, from today to the end of the month, it is basically 5,000 words

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