Chapter 669

On it were patterns of Iron Man, Hulk, and others.

There was also a space wormhole in the sky.

"Everything can't go back to the past."

The middle-aged man smiled: "I said look at this drawing."

"There are aliens on it, and a green guy."

"Flattening the buildings."

"I liked drawing cowboys and Indians when I was a kid."

The middle-aged man said to the fat man on the side.

The fat man said helplessly: "Actually, they were all indigenous people, but it doesn't matter."

The middle-aged man said: "Yeah, but having said that, this drawing is still pretty good, right."

The fat man nodded: "Yeah."

"This kid has a bright future."

The middle-aged man took off his glasses: "Haha, let's wait and see."

In front of his vision.

Was the damaged Stark Tower.

They were in an underground factory not far away.

The audience in the live broadcast room was suddenly full of doubts.

"This is Tony's first building, it was smoked by the Chitauri."

"These people are cleaners, right?"

"How could there be a screen at this point in time? What deep memories did Hundred Generations of Reincarnation think of?"

"Not clear, don't talk first, this new screen must be very important to Tony!"

A large number of workers were cutting and cleaning the messy ground in this underground factory.

The middle-aged man seemed to be the foreman here.

Holding the drawing and directing everyone to work.

"Hey, you can't do that."

"That side can't be cut directly."

"The alien bastards are strong, we have to use their stuff."

The middle-aged man picked up an iron block.

At the edge of a row of blue crystals.

With a force.

He easily pried these blue crystals open.

Ding ding dang dang, they were knocked down quickly.

"See, just like that."

"Hey, you finally came, it's off work time."

"You have to hurry up next time, this is a big deal!"

Just when the middle-aged man was scolding his employees.

A group of staff in uniforms walked over from outside.

"Everyone pause, listen to me!"

A female leader brought a group of white hats over.

"All post-war cleanup work now falls under our jurisdiction."

"Thank you for your service, leave it to us."

The middle-aged man said in surprise: "Who are you?"

Someone behind the female leader said: "Professionals."

The middle-aged man waved his hands angrily: "Listen, I signed a contract with the official."

"Cleaning up these ruins... so..."

The female leader said solemnly: "Sorry, Mr. Toomes."

"But now all cleanup work is taken over by us."

"Please hand over all alien objects you have collected, otherwise I will sue you."

Toomes couldn't accept it.

He walked up to the female leader to negotiate with her.

"Listen, these trucks were bought specifically for this cleanup job."

"I also hired a group of people."

"These people have to support their families."

"Me too, all my belongings are staked on this."

The female leader interrupted coldly: "Sorry sir, there's nothing I can do."

As she turned to leave, someone behind her said: "Maybe you shouldn't overestimate yourself."

Toomes was instantly enraged.

He mocked himself: "Haha, I overestimate myself?"

Walking up to that person, Toomes was clearly not an honest man.

Watching him, he smashed his head with a punch.

The others who followed immediately drew their pistols and aimed at Toomes.

The female leader said quickly: "Put down the pistols."

"If you have any dissatisfaction, you can go to my superiors."

Toomes was a bit broken.

"And which god is your superior?"

The female leader and others didn't speak, but left the place.

It was clear that it was impossible for Toomes to continue cleaning up these things.

Heavenly Dao Administration.

The Director and others watched the screen quietly.

Huang said with great interest: "This is the start of a new screen, I don't know what kind of historical process it will bring us later!"

This was what he liked most.

He liked to delve into it bit by bit.

What really happened in every era and every period of history.

The screen changed.

Appearing in a simple small factory building.

The TV was playing news related to Tony.

【A joint company composed of Stark Enterprises and the official Damage Control Department will be responsible for the collection of alien remains and other alien materials...】

On the sofa, a sturdy man said speechlessly: "The bastards who caused this mess are now collecting money to be responsible for cleaning it up."

The fat man who was studying blue crystals by the experimental bench said: "Yeah, it's all black-box operations."

【Experts estimate that there are a total of 1,500 tons of alien materials scattered in...】

"Hey, boss."

Someone uncovered the tent behind the pickup truck.

Revealing a row of purple crystal parts from the edge of an alien spaceship inside.

"A bag of alien materials cleaned up yesterday is still here."

"We should hand it over, right?"

The person on the sofa said: "I don't care."

The fat man shook his head: "What a pity."

Under his hand, a small ducted flying device connected to the purple crystal was floating in mid-air.

"Pick some good things out of that pile of alien trash."

Toomes looked at the materials on the truck faintly.