"So, what's the truth?"

After Peter Parker left, Craft crossed his legs, leaned against the sofa, staring at Martin Lee with his eyes tightly.

"I'm not that fool Peter, and that statement that protects my compatriots can't deceive me."

Craft believed that Martin had the intention of protecting his compatriots and even Asians, but that was definitely not the main reason, because the boss of the Demon Gang was not Martin Lee, but Mr. Negative. According to Martin's previous statement, when he became Mr. Negative, his whole personality was cold and cruel, and he definitely had no idea to protect others.

"Do you remember what we talked about returning home before?"

Martin was silent for a moment and suddenly asked.

"Which time did you say?"

Craft has always wanted to go back, and has talked about related topics not once or twice.

"It was after seeing the news about the Hulk last time," Martin reminded: "We talked about special humans."

"Oh, yes, that's the case." Claff nodded after being reminded, "So, it's related to the topic at that time?"

"Yes, I've actually tried to go back as an investor before, but I was stopped."

Martin Lee showed a look of memories.

"There is an official force in China that specializes in managing special groups. Because my ability is not controlled, they gave me two choices. One is to be supervised by them after returning to China, and to inject special locators into their bodies. The other is to continue to stay in the United States. I don't need to do anything more. I just occasionally help me pass on the message, receive people coming over there, and collect some cultural relics that have been wandering abroad."

"So you chose the second one? No wonder you're doing antique business."

Craft nodded in a clear understanding.

"No," Martin Lee shook his head with a smile, "I chose to do it."

He raised his hand and touched his cheek, and smiled bitterly, "Then he was beaten very badly."

"I actually want to fight the state machine with my own strength..." Craft rolled his eyes gloatingly, "It's worth it to be beaten."

"I gained magical power at that time, and it was the time to expand." Martin Lee sighed, "Who would have thought that there would be so many people in this world with special abilities..."

"What is the name of a domestic organization?"

Craft asked curiously that he had also let Angela and Harrow invade the networks of other countries. At that time, the domestic network blockade was a bit ruthless, and a lot of information could not be found. It was no longer a "wall", but the Great Wall.

"They claim to be called the Swordsman Club or the Swordsman Club..." Martin's expression was complicated, "Do you know? There is actually Sun Wukong in their team!"

"...what?" Craft, who was originally considering the relationship between the domestic Gods and S.H.I.E.D. in the United States, took his ears, "Is the Sun Monkey you mentioned the Sun Monkey I know?"

"Yes, that's the Monkey King Monkey King Sun Wukong, but it's not the original deity. It is said to be a human who has obtained the inheritance of Sun Wukong."

Even when Martin Lee recalls it now, he looks unbelievable. After all, the name Sun Wukong has special significance to most Chinese people.

"Although it is not as exaggerated as myths and legends, he basically has the ability he should have... I was knocked over by him with a stick on his face."

"That's right. I have fought with the descendants of the Monkey King. If I put it in front of any Chinese, it is a capital to brag."

Not only did Craft not want to comfort his adoptive father, he looked envious. If possible, he would also want to fight with the Great Sage!

"Actually, if it were you, the Divine Spear Bureau would be happy to accept it."

After glaring at Craft, Martin Lee suddenly said, "You don't have uncontrollable abilities like me, and you also have various advanced technologies. Even the Divine Spear Bureau cannot be ignored. If you join the Divine Spear Bureau, it should not be difficult to meet the descendant of Sun Wukong."

"If you join the Gods and Spears, forget it." Craft shook his head, "I said before that our life is good now. Even if we don't suffer official restrictions after returning, I have to be restricted in doing things. There are not so many concerns in America. When we develop, no matter what FBI or CIA he dares to reach out and chop off even the people and their claws!"

Martin Lee also knew that CRAST said this because he didn't want to leave himself alone in America. He smiled and rubbed CRAST's head without saying anything, because he knew CRAST's character, and even more because he himself didn't want to be separated from CRAST.

"By the way," Craft turned his head and avoided Martin Lee's palm, and asked another question, "If your ability makes you cold-blooded, why did you keep me in back then?"

"Do you think I haven't thrown you away?" Martin Lee smiled, not hiding it from Craft. "Or it's actually Mr. Negative has thrown you several times, but I've picked it up again."

Martin Lee grabbed his hair and said with some emotion: "When I just gained my abilities, good and evil were actually very clear. During the day, Martin Lee was like a saint, and at night he was a devil-bearing negative. At that time, you were young and unconscious. It was a burden for the negative. How could he not throw you away?"

Speaking of this, Martin Lee's eyes suddenly became very gentle when he looked at Craft, which made him unable to help but get goosebumps.

"Why are you suddenly looking at me with such a stingy look!"

Craft rubbed his arms and shivered suddenly.

"After I picked you up a few times in a row, the film even had the idea of ​​killing you," Martin said with a gentle look on his face: "But whenever he wants to attack you, the evil and good thoughts in my body will start to fight, and then the two gradually merged together in the process, which also gave me the ability to control transformation to a certain extent."

"If you weren't there, maybe Martin Lee would always be Martin Lee, and the negatives would always be negatives. One day, the existence of Martin Lee would be completely replaced by the negatives, or the negatives would be too fierce, which would attract the pursuit of the American official and would eventually be sent to the laboratory platform again... So it's not an exaggeration to say that your existence saved me."

Martin Lee said with a serious face.

"Is that so? You're so shy."
Chapter completed!