Outside the castle, a group of well-dressed upper-class figures were greeting each other with affectionate feelings, but they were completely unaware that there were eyes watching them silently in the distance.

"Marlboro, Camel, Dunhill, Old Captain..." Melinda lay on the ground holding a telescope, and spitting words out of her mouth.

Evanson was stunned after hearing this, thinking that he thought that the people below all had registered at S.H.E.L.D.? Otherwise, why did you get the code number for them casually? But he suddenly reacted, damn, these are not all...

"I really didn't expect that most of the people below sold cigarettes." Melinda put down her telescope, rubbed her eyes with a sore expression, and her expression was very strange. If she hadn't known the purpose of her visit, she would have thought that people from the tobacco industry would come to a group tour and hold a meeting to control the global cigarette prices.

"Smoking is harmful to health." Evanson lit a cigarette and took a sip and said silently, "This can be regarded as a chronic suicide, and according to Christian doctrine, suicide is a degenerate act."

"But how many people really care about the harm of a cigarette to their bodies? So they fell unknowingly and fell into the trap of the devil."

"Then are you still smoking?" Melinda turned around and said angrily. While you were smoking a lot, you talked with me about the depravity of smoking and health. What is the difference between this and the moral perfection of those sitting behind the computer and the great heroes?

Evanson took a sip of the cigarette butt and flicked it. "When I smoke, I usually use magic breathing techniques. With this spell, I can't even absorb nerve gas. Only those demon detectives who come from wild ways will be forced to death by lung cancer."

"Sometimes I really envy you guys with special abilities." Melinda glared at Evanson, then asked, "Will we suppress the cigarette trade after we go back and make the world smoke-free?"

Melinda felt that this was necessary. Since smoking is a depraved act and a devil's trap, it should be stopped. Although this kind of thing always feels very nonsense when S.H.E.D.

Evanson, the old smoker, twitched his mouth. This is not possible. This is one of my few extravagant enjoyment. If I don't let me smoke in the future, can I go to the European air? "No need, smoking can only be considered a depravity. A sea of ​​actions that are much more sinful than him have gone to hell. In fact, this depravity is almost slim, and people will not go to hell because of this."

"The reason they did this was just because of their interests and hobbies, and they did not have the idea of ​​achieving some purpose. After all, there is no smoking among the seven deadly sins."

"Although you said that..." Melinda turned her head back and continued to observe the situation below. "But I think it is necessary for the cigarette industry to rectify it well. They have provided a lot of funds to the devil and provided convenience for their human activities."

As soon as this was said, many of the players present had twitching on their faces. Although they did not dare to glar at Evanson directly, they would sneak up on resentful eyes. Evanson almost slapped himself in the mouth, making you pretend to talk too much. Now, the price of cigarettes must be increased in the future.

"But to be honest, the devil's ideas are really hard to understand." Melinda sighed. "Since Locke is going to walk in the world, why don't he recruit some influential big names? Although the people in these cigarette companies have some money, they can only be considered a rich man and can only provide some financial support."

Although the tobacco trade can barely be called huge profits, there are more industries that make money faster than it, and the influence of this industry is very small, far less than that of finance, oil and arms merchants. I really don’t know what a devil controls them?

Do you want to control all smokers in the world? Don’t joke, it’s very uncomfortable to quit smoking, but I haven’t heard of anyone who dares to give everything to the point of taking a cigarette.

"The people below can't be all cigarette sellers, right? There must be some influential guys." Evanson scratched his face. He thought Locke would not delay his business for his own interests.

Melinda took the telescope and glanced a few more times, and found another group of people who were separated from the tobacco dealers. "There are some people who are playing politics, but they are all guys who can't put on the table, and their influence is really minimal."

"Since Locke can control them, why don't he control some arms bosses and financial giants?"

"Everything in the world can be clearly marked, and mysterious power is not omnipotent." Evanson said with a little contemptuous look. "Locke does not have the ability to control those real big men."

"Oh?" Melinda was a little curious.

"Let's give an example." Evanson took the chestnut handed over by Claya and peeled it and licked his mouth and said, "For example, if Rock came to Tony Stark, I can give you countless money to live a happy life surrounded by beautiful women. I guess Tony would hit Rock with a laser cannon and even know him."

For those real big names, money is just a number, and power has already been in their hands. The beautiful and macho man is waving and shouting at him. This has a bit of a sense of being tough without desire. Why should Locke tempt them?

"Maybe immortality is a bit attractive to them, but even Mephisto can't easily get this price." Evanson shook his head, "It's just Locke who is incarnated outside, so he can't get it."

"So he can't afford the commissions of those big guys." Melinda understood now that the big guy asked for a high price and could not afford it, so she had to use these little guys who had wholesale bargains.

"Hmm? I didn't expect that there were them?" Melinda's voice suddenly became low. "That's right, cigarettes have fallen, let alone them."

"Who?" Evanson asked curiously.

"Laundry detergent wholesaler." Melinda put down her telescope and said fiercely, "The Golden Triangle's guessing lord, and the Three-Eyed Poison Emperor Gule of South America."

"There is no transaction in the world that is more sinful than laundry detergent transactions. Slave transactions will only destroy the body, while laundry detergent will not let the soul go." Evanson said coldly, "This is the true depravity, the poison of the devil, the taboo thing that cannot be contaminated, and the collection of the seven original sins!"

"I will report to Director Fury and ask him to apply to the committee to increase the crackdown on the laundry detergent transaction." Melinda also hated these laundry detergent dealers, "but things have become troublesome."

With the entry of these laundry detergent dealers, more than a dozen large trucks were driven, and all of them were fully armed soldiers. Although they looked casual and not formal at all, the blood and smoke emitted from them were not as good as the original mercenaries here. At first glance, they were elite soldiers who had experienced many battles.

"It's Gule's jungle drug protection team, he brought at least half of it." Melinda said gritting her teeth. "I didn't expect this guy to be so loyal to Locke, even bringing his family's fortunes, and even bringing his family with him."

"Family?" Evanson raised his eyebrows. This Guller was really a crazy believer. Not only did he bring his elite troops, but he also wanted the whole family to join forces.

"Those two women." Melinda pointed like below, and two more women got out of the luxury car that Gull was riding in, but they were wearing veiled wide-brimmed hats and covered their faces. Melinda could not tell their specific identities, but he speculated that this was likely to be Gull's family.
Chapter completed!