I Am In Marvel

.., I draw unlimited cards in Marvel

Outside the venue of the party, the area within 100 meters has been controlled by the powerful intervention of various forces in just a few minutes.

Helicopters and armored vehicles surrounded the inside and outside three circles. Countless armed personnel seemed to be performing rescue operations. They also used night vision equipment to block and guard the scene.

Symbol of peace.

After hearing these four words, Stanney seemed to be overwhelmed by this name, and it was as if he was suddenly emptied of strength, his eyes were hollow and dull, his hands and feet trembled uncontrollably, and his old face was pale with no trace of blood.

Perhaps the young people of the new era have learned something from history books and sculptures on the streets and lanes, and regard that person as a spiritual symbol of a national level, or a heroic idol or a legend.

But only the older generation who had personally experienced the Second World War can truly understand what the peace symbol represents.

That was the light of a dark age, and the strongest combat power on earth, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a god.

"Mr. Card, it's that one." Stanney muttered to himself bitterly, and laughed weirdly, laughing that he was too anxious and stupid, and foolishly provokes the most unprovoked person.

The representatives of the various forces did not pay attention to Steinney's failure, and at this time their full attention was focused on the entrance of the party.

Just when they were planning to let special soldiers and agents in first, the night sky above suddenly buzzed with a slight noise, which originated from the engine and turbulent airflow, and was sharper and more powerful than the sound of helicopter propellers.

When everyone looked up suspiciously, a black steel fighter jet broke out of its invisible camouflage and suddenly appeared from the mid-air less than 50 meters away, forcing more than a dozen military helicopters to make way, and landed quickly and gently to the entrance of the party. On the lawn.

The cabin deck opened downwards. A middle-aged man with a one-eyed, bald head and dark skin, in a black windbreaker, stepped out aggressively, followed by Coleson, who was full of his suit.

"Former Director of SHIELD, Nick Fury."

Seeing those who came, the faces of representatives from each bureau changed suddenly, and they quickly paid respectful salutes.

Insiders know that Nick Fury was the left and right hand of Major General Kyle when he was in the military, and he brought it up during World War II.

Nowadays, the authority and scale of S.H.I.E.L.D. Bureau are getting bigger and bigger. As the former director, Nick Fury has faintly inherited the name of "killing god". He wandered around the world in secret, causing the remnants and terror of Hydra The molecule has a headache.

"What are you doing?" Fury stepped forward, not angry, and scanned the large number of armed men at the entrance of the party.

"Mr. Fury, I heard that there are armed terrorists inside. We plan to let armed soldiers enter first." Rhodes, the military representative, explained.

"Terrorist?" Fury grinned when he heard the words, and asked in a deep voice: "If you are inside, why do you need your soldiers to take action? If only a few guns can threaten him, he is a symbol of peace. How did he get his name!?"

The representatives of all parties are silent. Indeed, even elementary school students know that a symbol of peace is a symbol of national power. One person represents the top combat power during World War II!

"Let your other subordinates stay outside, and you guys will go in with me." Fury shrugged, and without waiting for their response, he walked into the party venue violently.

Inside the party at this moment, the huge and luxurious ballroom fell into a dead silence after the song ended.

After dancing the last dance beat, Kyle embraced Yutong's soft waist, calmly and indifferently raised his eyes, watching the surrounding enemies shooting until they hollowed out their magazines.

The six terrorists were all covered, no one could see their expressions, but the hands holding the pistols were shaking slightly, cold sweat wet the hood and clothes, wet, blowing in the air-conditioning cold wind, body and heart It's too cold.

With their poor cognition, it is obvious that they cannot understand the scene that is happening in front of them-no matter how many shots are fired, there are no bullets to break through, even if they are close to the target person.

The pistol that can easily endanger the lives of ordinary people is as ridiculous as a child's toy in front of Kyle and Yutong.

Ants can move objects fifty times heavier than themselves, but power can never shake humans. This is the same reason!

"Escape! Escape separately!"

The terrorist leader's teeth trembled, and he spit out this action instruction in fear, but as soon as he turned around, he saw a red-haired woman wearing a black and gold mask in the style of a devil's smiling face and a one-piece dark leather jacket.

"Where to escape?" The woman in black stood behind him at a distance of less than one meter, her icy eyes met.

Not only the leader, but the other five terrorists were also surprised to find that there were also one or two masked men in black standing behind them, or wearing vibrating armguards, or carrying sodium-carbon steel swords, and they were all equipped with energy pistols. Quietly, ghosts approached and stood behind them.

"Keep alive." Yutong seemed to be announcing the death order, her face was as cold as frost, and the silver pupils of her beautiful eyes were dim.

Dozens of bullets in suspension dropped to the ground with a jingle, and at the same time, a crisp sound of cracking bones sounded.

The five terrorists had no room for resistance, their necks were twisted at the same time, and they were lying down on the cold ballroom floor, losing their vitality.

The team leader was simply knocked out, tall and strong like a bear, the black woman lifted it up with her slender hands, and threw it five meters back onto a table.

After doing all this, the people in black knelt on one knee in excitement, and saluted Kyle in unison: "Hello, Patriarch!"

"It's not too late to come." Kyle smiled lightly and released the hand that was holding Yutong's waist.

A strange look appeared in Yutong's beautiful eyes, which seemed to be reluctant, but soon disappeared without a trace, returning to the jewel-like clarity.

Kyle took off her sunglasses, her golden pupils shimmered, her eyes focused on the black-clothed woman, and her blood-red shawl hair directly revealed her true identity.

Satana.She did not come tonight as an employee of S.H.I.E.L.D., but as a card apprentice. From this we can see her loyalty to the Carl family and has not forgotten her roots for so many years.

"Who are these? Patriarch? Who is he?"

Ellie has been hiding behind the corner table, holding her breath, looking at the ballroom, the men in black who cleanly solved the terrorists, and Kyle who is facing her back.

In just five minutes of the world, the appearance of the Black Queen, terrorist attacks, mysterious counterattack by men in black... everything seemed to have arisen from the silver-haired youth who had just talked to her.

There are so many mutations and turns that happened tonight, and every single thing can be a daily news headline!

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