I have a big ball of light

Chapter 43 Asgard Deserters

As for the name of the arms dealer, emmm

Cloud only remembered that he had stolen vibranium and had one of his hands cut off by Ultron.

As a law-abiding citizen, Claude knew a lot about people like arms dealers.

Well, there is nothing we can do about it. The zombie world has a huge demand for arms.

Of course, the people responsible for contacting are all reincarnations under Claude.

To find the arms dealer who stole the vibranium, you can only rely on the reincarnations who used to be killers and mercenaries under his command.

You know, Cloud just offended Serpentis and Shield. It would be very painful if he was caught and slapped with some random labels.

As for visiting museums.Boring, very boring, very boring.After Claude insisted on visiting two museums, he wisely chose to give up.

He handed over the rest of the work to Xu Zhengyang, allowing him to spend more time with his wife. This was also considered a publicly funded vacation.

As for Edman alloy.So far, Cloud has not collected any information about mutants.

According to the information channels of two powerful generals, Cross and Drew, there is no general named Stryker in the American army.

There is a high probability that Edman alloy is a material that has nothing to do with me.

"Uru Metal, it seems that I have to wait until Thor is knocked down by his father before I have a chance to touch it.

There seems to be nothing we can do now.Hey, it seems there is an Asgardian berserker's staff on earth. Make a note of it. Make a note of it. "

Claude casually arranged for the search for the Asgardian deserter, and he began to plan in his mind how to dig a big hole for Pierce.

A few days passed in the blink of an eye, and Xu Zhengyang took the lead in finding the vibranium collection collected by the museum.Its price is frighteningly expensive in the system mall, with 10 sources per gram.

Fortunately, his reincarnation successfully contacted the arms dealer Ulysses Klaue who sold vibranium.

This person bid 1 US dollars per gram.

Claude wanted to buy them all, but Ulysses was only willing to sell 100kg, and refused to sell more, saying he wanted to keep it as a family heirloom.

Silently write it down in a small notebook, and then kill the person directly to let him know what will happen to those who refuse money.

To make a knife, at least 1kg of vibranium is used, and the cost of this knife is as high as 1000 million US dollars.After spending one billion US dollars, the vibranium purchased was only enough to make 100 light melee weapons.

Not to mention, most reincarnations definitely want to customize their own exclusive weapons. Cold weapons are only good when they are handy.

Such a good thing would be wasted in the hands of those silent people.When will he capture that country in Africa? From this moment on, Claude is thinking about Wakanda.

As an Asgardian who claims to be a god, everyone with a name will have his own exclusive weapon.

For example, Odin’s eternal spear Gangnir, Thor’s Thor’s hammer, and Loki’s antler hat.Uh, it seems like something weird got mixed in.

Whatever. Elliot Randolph also has his own weapon, which is the two-handed mace he used when he was captured.The Berserker Scepter is a weapon that can fill people with courage and strength.

This is also the source of strength that allowed him to transform from an ordinary stonemason into a fierce and death-defying berserker.

Since becoming a deserter, in order to integrate into the ordinary life on earth, he divided the weapon into three parts and hid them in three hidden places.

Nearly 900 years have passed since this incident. Now he works as a history professor at a university and leads an ordinary and comfortable life.

Elliot Randolph, as usual, returned to the office after classes at the university.

He lay comfortably on the runner boss chair and recalled the beautiful lady he had just met. That woman's lips were really sexy.pity

"Hello, Mr. Elliot Randolph, by the way, my boss would like to meet with you."

An unexpected male voice appeared in the office, interrupting his reverie.

Randolph stood up suddenly, glanced around the entire office, and asked slightly nervously:

"Who is it? I don't remember who I invited to my office."

Elliot Randolph didn't know what method the other party used to hide his figure.

However, Randolph, who has lived on the earth for more than 900 years, has already understood how vulnerable human beings, who are also terrifying upright apes, are in front of the Asgardians.

This was also the reason why he didn't run away directly. Randolph seemed to have encountered something interesting, and his whole body relaxed, and he raised the corners of his mouth and mocked:

"This uninvited gentleman, I think you have messed with the wrong person."

As soon as he finished speaking, Randolph suddenly exerted his strength towards the place where the sound had just come out and threw a heavy punch.

He was just an underappreciated history professor with a small office that didn't have much room for adults.

The feeling of close contact between fist and face that Randolph expected did not appear. The fist he raised was tightly grasped by a strong palm.

As the muscles of the arm swelled, the strength exerted became greater and greater, and the whole arm began to tremble.

Looking at the arm that was slowly being pushed back by the air, Randolph couldn't help but open his eyes wide. He knew that he had encountered a tough problem today, so he held on and threatened:

"Whoever you are, you made a big mistake"

Randolph waved his other hand hard, and naturally, the other hand he waved out was also caught in the air.

Randolph's current situation is like wrestling with the air.

Just when Randolph was gritting his teeth and working hard.

"Puff~puff~" Several muffled sounds rang in the office.

Randolph only felt two needles pricking his neck, and then he felt weak all over and his eyes went dark and he fainted.

"I told you a long time ago, just knock him unconscious. It takes so much effort."

In the office that seemed empty again due to Randolph's collapse, a female voice sounded out of thin air.

Two water-like ripples flashed through the air, and two figures wearing full-coverage combat uniforms slowly appeared in the office.

One of them also had a tranquilizer gun in his hand.

"I'm just trying out the strength of aliens. Also, the boss said, we can't be too much like bandits." John shrugged helplessly. The two men were officially sent out by Claude to find Asgard deserters. The combination of John and Fox.

"I invited him politely, but he didn't know what to do." Fox kicked Randolph, who was unconscious on the ground, and continued:

"I feel less attractive this way."

"You will always be charming in my eyes." John reached out and caressed Fox's visor. Of course, with this armor package, he could not feel the smooth skin of the woman opposite him, so he couldn't help complaining:

"When will those arrogant scientists improve it? Nanosuits are too inconvenient to wear."