American Comics: Transformed Into A Super Race, Spider Gwen Was Stunned

"Okay sir, I will definitely convey your will to the High Table."

Winston changed from his calm and gentle demeanor in the past. Even if the other side couldn't see him, he still answered the phone standing up, nodding and bowing from time to time.

Back at the Continental Hotel, he called Sun Wuming and asked for his opinion.

All the top members of the Camorra family were dead, and Winston thought that Sun Wuming would take the vacated seat for himself.

But to his surprise, Sun Wuming actually wanted to push him into that position, and he took control behind the scenes.

When a puppet?

Or be a puppet of this great god?

He was so willing.

After carefully understanding Sun Wuming's request, Winston waited respectfully for the other person to hang up the phone, then straightened his back and walked into the secret door with his head held high.

There, all the seat holders of the High Table were waiting for him to hold a video conference.

In the dimly lit room, more than a dozen holographic projections were silent.

Organizations that can hold seats at the high table are the best gangsters in the world. The combination of twelve families and a few special elders form the world's largest killer organization.

And just now, with one of the twelve seats, the senior management of the oldest mafia family, the Camorra, was completely wiped out.

Naturally, there was a shock.

That's why this group of dark world bosses approached Winston immediately regardless of the time difference.

boom.

The door was pushed open, and Winston walked in with his head held high.

"Winston, we need an explanation of what happened there."

A middle-aged man with a white cloth on his head spoke first, and the others all looked at Winston.

They are all bigwigs who have held high positions for a long time. In the past, Winston would not have dared to look at these people one by one.

but now?

hehe.

It's all rubbish.

"Elder, wait a moment, there is a video that I think you can watch."

As he spoke, Winston played the video recorded by the driving recorder on the car.

After reading it, these elders became even more silent.

Compared with the video obtained by S.H.I.E.L.D, the video taken by the driving recorder is more blurred, but the whole process can be clearly seen.

"You mean, that person is Tao Baibai?"

"No, you should call him Saiyan Lord."

"Saiyan..."

The elder and other members of the high table were silent. Looking at the smiling Winston, no one spoke for a while.

What do you say, do you want revenge?

Don't be kidding, no matter how powerful the people here are, they are still in the category of ordinary people.

The more younger brothers, the more resources in hand.

But in the face of such an extraordinary person, no matter how many people there are, they are all cannon fodder.

Many High Table elders were even rejoicing that it was not him who offended this Saiyan His Excellency, but that idiot Santino.

There is no way to spend so much time.

As the elder with the highest status, he finally spoke.

"Since the Camorra family can no longer afford the high table seat, then this position should be taken by Mr. Saiyan."

Winston was still smiling.

"Sorry, that gentleman is busy, and he has no interest in this position."

Seeing Winston's confident smile, the elder understood everything.

 …

"Aha...."

On Monday, Sun Wuming, who was dragged to school by Gwen, slumped on the table weakly.

After all, he didn't go to bed early last night.

Winston got his wish and became a member of the High Table. In order to show his sincerity, other families in the North American killer industry expressed that they would not interfere.

In this way, his sphere of influence is even larger than that of the original mafia.

In order to thank Sun Wuming for his support, the first thing Winston did after taking office was to clean up the property of the Camorra family and put it all under the name of Sun Wuming.

He knows what money can be touched and what money cannot be touched. With Sun Wuming behind him, a mere round table seat is definitely not the end.

However, Sun Wuming didn't bother to pay attention to these things. The main reason for his insomnia was that after using Kamepai Qigong for the first time, his understanding of Qi has improved.

I was practicing last night.

It was not until dawn that he barely slept for a while, and then was woken up by Gwen again.

Opening the webpage with his mobile phone, Sun Wuming browsed today's news.

The vision by the Hudson River last night was seen by many people, and the official explanation is also very official.

A gas explosion caused by a gas leak.

At one point, Sun Wuming suspected that he had traveled to Fuyuki City.

Skip this one, nothing to see.

next.

Um?

Is this year's Peace Prize going to be awarded?

Sun Wuming regained his spirit immediately.

Take a closer look, it didn't run away.

That damn big dog is finally going to be shot in the Middle East.

Without the slightest hesitation, Sun Wuming directly cleared all Stark Industrial stocks in hand.

More than 10 million stocks were all sold out. In normal times, even high-quality assets such as Stark Industries would fluctuate.

But recently, the news that Stark is about to win an award has spread, and his invention of the Jericho long-range missile has also been favored by the military.

Therefore, as soon as Sun Wuming's stock appeared on the market, it was sold out, and the valuation was raised a bit.

But Sun Wuming doesn't care at all.

He is now a capitalist.

Every time the killer of the Continental Hotel takes an order, he will get a commission.

The killers in North America are all making money for him, so naturally they look down on such small profits.

"What makes you so happy?"

Seeing Sun Wuming smile, Gwen asked curiously.

"The stock has made money, let's go, I will treat you to a big meal tonight."

Holding Gwen's shoulders, Sun Wuming pulled her and walked out of the school.

 …

Osborn Industries.

Norman Osborn's assistant, Fellman, stood in front of Dr. Connors with a haughty expression.

"Dr. Connors, Mr. Norman's patience has been exhausted. You have consumed a lot of funds of the group, but you can't bring any returns."

"Please give me some more time, the gene repair medicine has been preliminarily completed, and now only the final test is needed..."

"Then do live experiments!" Fairman interrupted Connors' next words: "There are so many homeless people, drug addicts, and even retired veterans on the streets of New York."

Fairman smiled contemptuously, "They should be proud to be able to participate in such a great project."

"You can't do this." Dr. Connors was trembling with excitement. "In vivo experiments are prohibited, and the original drug is not stable enough. We experimented on mice, and they became very manic."

With Peter's help, he can completely complete the gene repair potion immediately, why can't he be given some more time?

It's a pity that Fairman couldn't stand listening anymore and issued an ultimatum.

"Dr. Connors, all of these are the assets of Osborn Industries and belong to Mr. Norman. Now, we just want to get them back."

"This is a notice, not a request."

"Curtis Connors, as the assistant to the president, I announce that you have been fired."

After finishing speaking, Ferman chuckled lightly, turned around and left.

The door was closed with a 'bang', leaving only Dr. Connors clutching his head in pain.

After a long time, he walked to the test bench and injected a tube of green liquid into his body tremblingly.

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