Chapter 249 The Hagui Clan in the Abandoned Subway
Next, Harry, together with lawyers Jennifer and Maki Matsumoto, formally negotiated with Hellstorm and others about the specific details of the Osborne Group's loan to United Industrial Bank and went through the relevant procedures.
United Industrial Bank has been secretly controlled by the devil for a long time without their knowledge.
Qiao Ke estimated that their original investment was not simple. Victor von Doom is a college student from the countryside of Eastern Europe. Is there anything worth investing in?
Instead of investing in Reed, who is the most promising and most promising, invest in the second Victor von Doom instead?Are the banks blind?
It can only be said that Mr. Doom has always been in the sight of the devil and has never left.
Although Hellstorm's devil father Marduk and Mephisto who captured Doom's mother are not friendly.Mephisto is a devil born from the remains of an ancient god, while Marduk is the main god of Babylon in the Mesopotamian pantheon.
Although neither of the two sides looked down on the other, they had a bit of face for each other, so the hell storm of Marduk's descendants was invisibly biased towards supporting Victor von Doom, because there was a relationship with Mephisto.
However, Harry Osborn and Joko finally borrowed the corresponding money by virtue of the network of connections at the United Industrial Bank established by Norman Osborn. Naturally, it was cheaper for Osborne Industries, and they could survive the financial crisis for a while longer.
Joko, Spider-Man, and Wanda sat on the side and waited leisurely...
Until all the formalities were finally completed, Harry Osborn took the loan agreement issued by the bank and easily won a high-value loan of nearly one billion US dollars. As for the money owed to the bank?Owe first!
Just wait for the Osborne Group to get through the difficulties, and the stock price will rise again, and a billion dollars will not be a problem.
Finally, Qiao Ke and his party met again and left the club.
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On the other side, in the dilapidated New York subway passages, groups of homeless wandered aimlessly.
Such a situation is also very common in New York, an international metropolis.The more glamorous the exterior, the more rotten the interior will be.
There are billionaires like Tony Stark and Justin Hammer who treat their money like waste paper, and there are also homeless people who wander for several kilometers and rummage through trash cans for a piece of bread and a full meal.
These homeless people usually beg everywhere, or look for some waste materials among the things that people don't want.
But when they need to rest, most of them gather in parks or abandoned subways like this one.
The New York subway has a very long history, so naturally, there are many abandoned and closed subway tunnels. Such places have become natural shelters for these homeless people, and of course they are not all shelters.
This is the case with the abandoned subway tunnel right now, with a dozen homeless wandering around.
To be exact, they are not wandering, but rather sparsely and loosely arranged in formation.
And directly in front of them, a few well-dressed guys who obviously belonged to some agency were examining the bodies of these homeless people, and then pushing them deeper into the tunnel.
But the homeless people who come out of the room from time to time prove that they are not terrible guys, especially when these pale guys are holding a lot of money in their hands and laughing low with their sparse and rotten teeth.
"Brother, it looks like you're here to sell blood for the first time?" Maybe it was a little anxious to wait, a thin homeless man patted the shoulder of the tall guy sitting in front of him, and found a familiar topic to chat with.
In front of him was a tall guy in a tattered trench coat and a hood.
I saw this guy turn his head slowly, revealing his appearance which is different from ordinary people.
His face was pale, as if he had never seen the sun.There is no hair on the whole face, whether it is hair, beard or eyebrows, nothing at all.
His pupils were unrecognizable in this dark environment, but perhaps they were gray-blue. The strangest thing was his chin, which had an obvious mark of healing, as if he had undergone surgery.
This strange appearance in the eyes of ordinary people did not arouse the surprise of the homeless. There is no shortage of this type in their group. Most of them are either seriously ill guys or addicts who have been addicted to drugs for a long time.
So this guy has some sympathy for him instead, at least he is much healthier than him in comparison.
Seeing the kind look in the homeless man's eyes, the tall guy's eyes flickered, then he smiled and coughed twice.
He spit out a strange voice from his dry throat: "Yes, this is my first time here."
Seeing that the guy in front of him actually paid attention to him, the skinny homeless man immediately became interested and began to talk endlessly: "You know, they are willing to pay in cash."
While talking, he took out a bottle full of dark red liquid from the cloth bag on his waist.
"No matter how many times you have sold your blood, they will accept it. As long as you are willing to sell it, and the price is not lower than the market price, they will even buy the bottled blood."
The corners of the tall strange guy's eyes twitched, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help pulling out a sarcastic arc.He didn't speak, but nodded to the thin tramp, motioning for him to continue.
"I don't know what these guys want to do, but they seem to take this very seriously. Some gangsters in Manhattan wanted to get some money from it, but later I heard that they merged several times and were broken up."
"Those guys who heard the news said that it was the forces behind these guys who did it."
"Also, I heard that these guys don't buy blood for some kind of medical treatment, but for some evil devil's ritual. Who knows which one is true, as long as you have the money, just take it."
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The thin tramp was chattering endlessly, but he had a good audience. This tall and weird guy never interrupted him from beginning to end, but nodded from time to time to indicate that he was listening to him.
This gave the homeless man a new understanding of this tall companion, at least he was a very nice guy.
Just when the homeless man was still talking and seriously judging which restaurant in the surrounding neighborhood had better food in the back kitchen trash can, a woman in a suit came over.
She looked at the information in her hand, and said to the tall homeless man, "Chad Norma? It's your turn, come with me."
The tall tramp stood up, coughed and gestured to the woman in the suit, then waved goodbye to the thin guy, and followed the woman in the suit who turned away and walked into the depths of the tunnel.
The skinny homeless man waved his hand as well, still muttering nonsense that others could not understand or didn't want to hear.
Two people were walking in the dark tunnel, which was already in the depths of the closed and abandoned subway, and now it has been converted into a structure of unknown purpose. There are cameras and gate posts everywhere, showing that this is not a charity organization.
The tall homeless man coughed while responding to the question from the woman in the suit in front of him.
The woman first asked, "Have you had any tattoos or other skin piercings in the past year?"
The tramp replied concisely: "No."
The woman in the suit tapped her chin with the pen in her hand and continued to ask, "What's the matter with the scar on your chin?"
The homeless Chad Norma, who was looking around, heard this, subconsciously covered his chin with his hand, and responded after a while: "I had an accident when I was young."
After he finished speaking, he coughed twice, apparently not wanting to say anything more.
The two of them gradually walked away, and as they went deeper, there was no trace of other people at all.
And this is obviously under arrangement, the woman in the suit continued her inquiries: "You said you don't have any close relatives?"
Chad Norma replied in a blunt tone: "At least I haven't contacted any close relatives."
The woman in the suit smiled imperceptibly: "That is to say, in case of an emergency, no one can be contacted?"
"Not a single one." Chad Norma fixed his gaze on a group of cleaners.
At this time, they were working hard to clean the floor in a room, which was full of viscous liquid.
"No family?" The woman in the suit didn't seem to care what he saw, and still asked herself.
But Chad Norma seemed a little impatient with this topic: "I told you, no! You told me so much, do you mean that I can't donate blood?"
The woman in the suit seemed to have no intention of continuing on this topic, and while leading him straight to a gate guarded by security, she flipped through the form in her hand.
"I'm not sure, your blood test results show that you are very abnormal."
"What?" Chad Norma looked a little surprised, covering his mouth and coughing, "How abnormal?"
The woman in the suit led the homeless man into the gate, entered some incomprehensible symbols in a place that looked like a password device, and explained to the homeless man at the same time.
"Let me explain to you that there are rare phenotypes in your blood. We have never seen this type of blood sample."
Having said that, the door behind him was closed suddenly, which made Chad Norma look back in surprise, and then asked suspiciously: "What? What are you talking about?"
Just as he was saying this, two very strong security guards held him down from behind him, their extraordinary strength suppressed his movements, and forced him to walk towards a place similar to an operating table.
"Who are you?" he asked tremblingly, seeming to be full of fear.
"Please sit down." The woman in the suit was unmoved.
She watched the security guards and a guy dressed like a butcher put Chad Norma on the operating table, looking at him like he was sizing up an animal.
Chad Norma glanced back and forth uneasily, and asked, "What's going on here?"