I Am In Marvel

Tony was not the only one who was sleepless this night.

At this time, the US military base camped in Iraq.

An army-green helicopter landed slowly, holding the handrail next to the door with his hand, Coleson squeezed out of the cabin toward his chubby body, covering his nose and mouth to cover the dust from the propeller.

"Agent Coleson!" An older armed soldier stepped forward to pick up the plane, smiled gently at Coleson, "Mr. Nick asked me to pick you up."

"Okay. Where is he now?" Coulson asked impatiently as he walked.

"At the temporary headquarters." The armed soldier said, stretched out his hand to indicate, leading Coleson in a suit and leather shoes through the military tent camp to the innermost wooden house.

"Go in by yourself."

Armed soldiers stopped at the door and garrisoned. Coleson took a deep breath and stepped into the room with strong emotions. Looking forward, he saw a middle-aged man with a bald head and a black windbreaker with his back to the outside, on the wall. The detailed area map is hanging for notes.

"Director Ferry!" Seeing the person in front of him, Coleson shouted excitedly, and walked to the front to respectfully salute.

"Agent Coulson, how many times I have said that I am not the chief now, but as a member of the front line of the HYDR group."

The middle-aged man shook his head slightly and turned around. His dark face was majestic and rough, his injured left eye was covered by a black eye mask, and only his right eye was as sharp and energetic as an eagle.

Coupled with dark skin, as well as the long-standing leadership and temperament, Nick Fury at this time is undoubtedly the most difficult enemy of the remnants of the Hydra.

"Even if you take the initiative to resign, in my heart, you will always be the director of SHIELD!" Coleson said sincerely.

"Okay." Fury walked over, patted Coleson on the shoulder, analyzed and judged: "You will come to the front line from the New York headquarters, there must be something wrong?"

"Yes, that's right." Thinking of the purpose of his trip, Coulson reached out to the inner pocket of his suit and said hurriedly: "A few days ago, during the attack on Tony Stark, I was in New York. I met a silver-haired youth who rescued Tony, who was very strange and mysterious."

"When I asked him about his identity, he gave me this, saying that as long as you see it, you will understand it naturally." After Coleson finished speaking, he just took out the black card in his pocket and handed it to Fury.

The moment he saw the black card, Fury was no longer calm, and quickly held the black card in his hand.

The familiar cold touch came, and immediately after the dark card front, the image of a grinning demon gradually appeared.

As if struck by lightning, Fury trembled, squeezed the card firmly in his palm, stared at Coleson with one eye, and asked with a trembling voice, "What is the young man who gave you this card? Like?"

Coleson had never seen the chief of such a gaffe, but he was surprised and tried to think back, "Well, he wears a hooded shirt and sunglasses, he can't see his appearance, he is tall and big, and his hair is rare silver. "

"Demon card, hood, silver hair..." Fury murmured to himself, his always serious and tight face, now softened, with excitement and ecstasy, "It's him, he must be back!"

"He? Who is he?" Coleson was a little confused.

After taking a few deep breaths, Fryqiang suppressed his excitement and looked at Coleson and asked inexplicably, "Do you remember what I said before?"

"A few decades ago, a god left us. From that moment on, the whole earth was bleak. To this day, it seems that society is progressing, but without him, the new era still looks dull."

Fury squeezed the card in his hand and said with a thousand emotions: "And now, the god is back."

"Chief, you said that young man, he is..." Coleson's body trembled violently, and he almost fell to the ground in a daze.

That legend is his idol since childhood!

Ferry smiled without saying a word, and said by default: "Coleson, arrange the return trip for me, and I will return to New York tomorrow! See an old friend!"

the next morning.

New York, the new Stark Industrial Building.

A blond young man in a black suit came to the door, coldly raised his head and glanced at the building in front of him, ignoring the dozen or so door guards equipped with batons and firearms at the door, and walked directly over.

"Hey, you kid! Non-staff..." A doorman was picking up a baton and stepped forward to stop him. The next moment, the whole person was kicked out by the blond youth and rolled down to five meters away.

With a keen hand catching the baton, the blond young man glanced at the guards around him, and said coldly: "My name is Red Ten, and I have an appointment with your acting chairman Obadea Steinney."

Seeing the injuries of their companions, the eyes of more than a dozen door guards were red. Hearing the words of the blond youth, they no longer hesitated holding their batons, and some even began to pull out pistols.

Red Ten's eyes narrowed slightly, and his body moved abruptly. He swept the doorman with his baton and brute force. He rushed to the doorman who was holding a gun at a swift speed. Before he could shoot, he shot the white man. The tall, bear-like doorman knocked down with a punch.

Swept the audience with crushing strength!

After a short period of thirty seconds, dozens of guards collapsed to the ground unconscious, Hong Shi stood in the middle of the hall on the first floor, threw away the blood-stained batons, and patted off the dust on the sleeves. .

"Papa..."

After a round of applause, Steinney clapped, walked out of the hall happily, and said to Hongshi in admiration: "It's a well-known card apprentice."

"Obadea Steinney." Hong Shi glanced at him coldly, and said coldly: "I advise you not to try to test my strength. If it weren't for Dagu who said that the money is yours, I would have done it. You fell to the ground."

Stanney shrank his head, without doubting the authenticity of the other party's words, and asked straight to the point: "Since I have come to New York, when will I do it? Do I need my help?"

"Do it tonight, I'm just here to tell you, I don't need any help from you!" Hong Shi snorted coldly, turned around and left proudly.

Watching his back disappear, Stanney looked at the doorman lying on the ground, rubbing his palms excitedly, "Katu really is very strong, so strong! Tony, I will kill the people next to you tonight, give you Just a reminder, I hope you will notice my uncle's pains soon!"

Meanwhile, Tony's duplex villa.

Tony perfected the color-grading steps of the steel suit in the basement. Jarvis finally got free, took time to meet with Weiss secretly, and went out along the cable to the General Radio and Television Building in the center of New York City.

The two of them must work together to complete the tasks that Kyle had previously issued.

"Old virus, I am in charge of New York's southeast area, and you are in charge of New York's northwest area."

"How do you speak? Call me Master Weisi! I'm your senior!"

Jarvis and Weiss entered the data control center of the building at the same time, and the two artificial intelligences joined forces to instantly control all the internal system programs of the radio and television station.

Then, count down three seconds-

The two talked to themselves almost in unison:

"Card assembly order! Officially activated!"

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