In a peaceful and peaceful memorial service.
Although people wore black suits, black dresses, and black umbrellas, in case it might rain at any time in the cloudy sky.
The whole memorial service looked solemn.
However, from the reflection of the wine glass filled with red wine, it can be seen that the celebrities are in a very happy mood. Their mouths are smiling, and their eyes are filled with joyful light. The dignitaries booed and said hello.
This is an exchange of upper circles.
Like those so-called charity auctions.
donation amount.
Represents one's generosity.
But more, it represents the person's investment in the future.
They need people to believe they are philanthropists.
in this way.
Only in the future can they use this identity to bring themselves "017" higher returns.
"Hello, Mr. Obadiah, I heard you donated $10 million for this memorial service, did you?
The pastor has led the celebrities to complete their prayers and memorials.
The memorial service quickly came to an end in a solemn but peaceful atmosphere.
Obadiah holds a glass of red wine.
While savoring.
On the other hand, his eyes flowed on everyone in the entire memorial service.
The corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise a hint of wild laughter, but this wild laughter was quickly suppressed by him, because at this moment, an untimely voice sounded in his ear.
"Yes, it's just a little bit of my care."
Obadiah turned his head and looked at the man who was talking to him.
I saw the other party wearing a neat blue suit.
But the hair looks a little scruffy.
Apparently there was a bit of a hurry to go out.
Obadiah, who had seen the wind and waves, immediately realized that this was a reporter.
There was an impeccable smile on his face:
"Compared to the victims who were killed in the bombings and their families, my donation can be said to be insignificant, because no amount of money can bring those who lost their lives back to life, much less Fill the wounds in the hearts of the families of those who died.
"Oh, Mr. Obadiah, I have to say you are such a good man.
Eddie couldn't help but sigh.
10 million dollars...
How much money is that?
But sigh and sigh, Eddie also knows that this so-called 10 million US dollars is more likely to be just a show of rich people.
Probably just donated.
It will be back in your wallet the next night.
Or the 10 million US dollars will be exploited layer by layer, and eventually run into the hands of the families of the deceased, but it is only a few bits and pieces.
definitely.
Although I know the doorway in my heart.
Eddie wouldn't say it.
He also showed a smile and said to Obadiah in front of him:
"Mr. Obadiah, I wonder if you are free to come and let me do an interview with you? My name is Eddie Bullock, and I am a reporter for the Daily Clarion.
Obadiah frowned slightly when he heard the words.
He has big things to do next.
Naturally, he didn't have the heart to conduct an interview with Lao Shizi.
Not the slightest hesitation.
Obadiah looked polite and smiled:
"No, Mr. Reporter, I still have a lot of things to do next. You know, people like me don't have much leisure time. If you want to conduct an interview, you can make an appointment with my secretary."
After speaking, Obadiah left without looking back.
Eddie couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
However, as an experienced gold medal reporter, he has experienced too many things like being rejected, and his interview methods can be different from that of ordinary reporters.
In fact.
Eddie didn't like interviewing people in person.
He prefers to play some pussy.
"Hmph, which one of the interviewees I'm eyeing is clean? This Obadiah is not a good person, and today I'm going to dig out a little bit of information from this old fox.
Eddie has a lot of connections and connections.
This one is from Obadiah of Stark Industries.
On the surface, he is a social elite, a successful entrepreneur, and he has done a lot of charity work.
But in the interior.
Eddie understands.
This old thing can be associated with many underground illicit arms deals, and possibly even some notorious terrorists.
If it was before, Eddie would definitely not dare to provoke this kind of existence.
Arms trading is much more terrifying. This is not a petty crime. Once involved, I am afraid that I will die without knowing how to die. …
but……
He is different now.
"If I keep doing those trivial good things, I will definitely not be able to give away the reputation of my venom, I don't want to keep the title of a brutal eater... If this time goes well, send this Obadiah to the Prison, then I may be admired and praised by others like Superman.35
To be a righteous superhero like Superman is now Eddie's dream.
"Also, when dealing with Obadiah, I can also use the camera to capture the greatness of my venom to punish evil and promote good, so that I can deal with the old J. Jonah James.
thought here.
Eddie's mouth curled into a smile.
"But then again, I have to ask Claire to help me find a good angle to shoot, don't just shoot me like a brutal eater... Huh? What about Claire?
Claire was rescued by Eddie from the bombing.
Naturally knew Eddie was Venom's identity.
But when I look back.
Claire, who was supposed to be by his side and came with him to this memorial service, At the moment, he didn't know where he went.
"Did this girl say she went to the bathroom?"
Eddie was puzzled.
He wanted to find Claire.
However, seeing that Obadiah's figure was about to disappear from his sight, he struggled for a while, and Eddie finally gritted his teeth and quietly followed in the direction of Obadiah.
"Tsk tsk, that Obadiah seems to have a special taste that makes me feel a little delicious..."
"But before that, I have to enjoy a little dessert. 35
Just as Eddie left.
Suddenly.
In a shadow, Claire's figure was revealed, but her mouth was split open in an extremely exaggerated way at this moment, and densely packed sharp teeth emerged from her mouth, and there was even a scarlet scarlet. His long tongue stuck out, dripping with drop after drop of sticky saliva.
Look like this.
It seems like I haven't eaten in a long time.
She gave a gloomy smile, then raised her hand, and saw that her hand was holding a socialite at the memorial service like a chicken, humming and biting his head off.