I Am In Marvel

Hailan Street, Brooklyn, New York.

As a symbol of peace in his hometown, and with the presence of a branch of Stark Industries, after the end of World War II, within a few months, Hailan Street has become the bustling street with the fastest economic recovery in downtown New York. Many tourists visit Kyle’s old home outside the fence every day.

Among them, a large open space in the street area has recently been heavily developed. The high-voltage power grid is used as a fence. A high-tech skyscraper is built inside. It is rumored that a mysterious department recognized by the state has moved in.Officers and politicians often come and go, and the means of transportation are military fighter planes and bulletproof cars.

In front of the skyscraper open space, on the left is Kyle, a symbol of peace with a sword, and on the right is Captain America, Steve, who is carrying a shield. Both are five-meter-high metal statues, standing side by side.

This is the headquarters of SHIELD.

At this time, there was a closed pantry on the twelfth floor of the building.

Through the soundproof bulletproof glass door, you can see from the outside to the inside. There happened to be three people resting inside the room, a middle-aged man in senior management, a secretary in a black suit, and a security guard on the exclusive floor.

Some of them were smoking, some were making coffee, and some were chatting with their mobile phones, sitting scattered apart, seemingly independent of each other and doing their own things.

And if someone opens the door of this pantry and hears the unabashed discussion of the three people inside, it will be horrified and difficult to suppress.

"The monitoring of this pantry has been changed. No one will come in during this time. If you find anything, just tell me."

"Naturally there are discoveries, very important discoveries! About Kyle..."

"Symbol of peace?"

The faces of executives and security changed slightly. Although they knew that it would be bad if they were seen by colleagues passing by, it was still difficult to calm their inner fears and horror.

For them, the man called a symbol of peace is a taboo among taboos, and his real name is generally not mentioned.

The secretary took a deep breath and said solemnly: "In the morning, the chief went out alone, saying he was going to visit his comrades-in-arms. In fact, he went to a manor to visit the man and brought back the black widow who had rebelled against the Soviet Red Room."

"After he retired, his voice was almost gone. A few months ago, it seemed that he had only gone to the Soviet Red Room to make a big fuss."

"What to mention him for? After Ivan's death, we are now completely unable to move him."

The executives and the security guard whispered slightly dissatisfied, even if they know the whereabouts of the peace symbol, it is impossible to deal with that god-like powerful man.

The Red Skull, Ivan and others of the Hydra group were a lesson for the past. One was missing and the other was kicked to death on the spot.

"Maybe... Capable!" The secretary squinted and whispered. These words forced the executives and security guards to look at him subconsciously, not understanding what he meant.

The secretary lowered his voice and continued: "I also got a major piece of news from the chief, which is related to the physical condition of the symbol of peace. I heard that he has not completely escaped the radiation damage from the nuclear bomb. He is now in the manor. Sick in bed."

"What are you talking about?!" Anbao's face was shocked, and soon he forcibly returned to calm.

"Wait." The executive kept calm and asked in a deep voice, "How likely is this information to be true? Also, have you sent someone to monitor the manor?"

"It doesn't matter if it's true or not. The problem is that in less than three days, the man will move out of the manor. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity." The secretary grinned, with madness in his eyes, "If we can kill the peace symbol, Maybe it can set off chaos in the world again."

"Moreover, judging from the various signs of the director's performance, there is a half probability that this piece of information is true!"

The secretary was afraid that the two would back down, so he added another sentence.

Security and the executives looked at each other. This is undoubtedly a huge gamble, but if the gamble is won, the Hydra organization can take revenge and succeed.

"Should we gather our surviving armed forces from all over the world? Betting on the future of Hydra?" The executives had lingering fears, recalling the tragedy of the organizers in the past.

"This is naturally impossible. We have enough armed personnel from Hydra."

The secretary smiled sullenly and suggested: "Don't forget that with that man's killing during the war, it's not just us now, there are also many people who want him to die."

"That's right. We can pass this piece of information to certain organizations and try to cooperate with them once."

"Kill the peace symbol! If it can be done..."

Three S.H.I.E.L.D. employees of different identities directly talked and discussed the topic of killing peace symbols in the tea room of the newly built S.H.I.This may be something that even Ferry can't even think about.

But for this trap, the spy of the Hydra organization naturally stretched out his head and put it on, waiting for the moment when the rope was taken.

Under the turbulence of the earth's undercurrent, two days passed quickly.

Kyle expected the time to leave the earth soon.

On the day before preparing to set off, outside of New York, the old family estate was located.

It was in the afternoon, and the sun had not yet set. The golden sunlight was like a thin coat, draped diagonally over the manor building and the surrounding dense woods, and the elongated shadows were colorful and intertwined.

Kyle stood in front of the window covered by curtains, and in the conference hall behind him, Yutong, wearing a hooded black windbreaker, sat on a chair, swaying his white and tender legs, his eyes flashed with silver light as he held his mind.

"Boss. Around the manor, within a hundred meters, there are two people hiding in the forest. The distance is too far to read their thoughts."

Yutong's answer was cold and tender.

"It should be the spies, leave them alone." Kyle shrugged boredly.

"BOSS." Logan walked into the room from the corridor and informed him: "The new trainees and servants in the original manor were all secretly transferred out through the portal. There are only three of us left here."

"Very well, if they really want to attack, they should choose the night of the night."

Kyle looked at the clock on the wall, and there were still about two hours left in the evening, and said, "I'll go meet someone first. You stay in the manor. Everyone who comes in will be killed and you will not survive!"

"Okay, I'm trying to assassinate the boss. I will use Mura Yu to string their corpses together." Yutong nodded obediently, and the Nisang knife behind it slowly floated out of its sheath, and his mind controlled it back and forth autonomously. Rotate.

"I wish they could come in early." Logan's face was cold, leaning against the wall by the door, his right hand clenched lightly into a fist, and three dangling sharp metal claws stretched out, a bit like three knife blades. On the fist end.

The two top forces of the Carl family are stationed. Whoever enters this house tonight will know how big the surprise is.

Kyle placed great trust in Yutong and Logan, opened the teleportation portal, walked in, and disappeared from the conference hall across the space.