Marvel's magnetic field rotation

"Are you telling a joke? This joke is really cold."

Ivan Vanke looked at the weird person in front of him, said something mocking, but felt an inexplicable coldness in his heart-the other party is very strong, almost not a human posture.

Even if the opponent makes a "look" move, he is completely unaware of where his gaze falls. The keen martial arts master will detect the gaze of others and can counterattack even in his sleep. A trained killer and bodyguard They also have the same ability, but when they encounter this kind of enemy, even if the other party observes himself completely, he will not discover his ulterior motives.

Also, this man who calls himself Slade Wilson is about 1.9 meters tall, he has strong muscles and a large piece of metal armor on his combat uniform. The combined weight is estimated to be about 150 kilograms. But in the few steps from the door to the TV, he did not deliberately make any movement to lighten his footsteps, walking like a normal person. Ivan Vanke did not hear his footsteps, it was as quiet as a cat on the soles of his feet. The meat pads of the family animals are the same.

Moreover, the metal armors did not swell and make noises when he was moving. The structural layout was obviously carefully designed, which not only guaranteed the protection of Slade Wilson's body, but also did not expose the position due to noise.

Assassin-an assassin who can transform into a berserker at any time.

This is Ivan Vanke’s evaluation of Slade Wilson. The opponent’s equipment and training are all based on concealment. Don’t look at this guy as a muscular man. Ivan Vanke doesn’t. I suspect that he will be like the top ballet dancer, supporting the weight of his whole body with the toes of one foot.

Once the stealth fails, the heavy armor will resist the enemy's attack, and the tempered muscles can give him the power to kill all the enemies who find him.

All in all, this man was born to kill.

Ivan Vanke has two tricks in his hands. It is easy to solve two ordinary security personnel with his bare hands, and he will not even be injured, but in front of this man, he estimated that he would not be able to make the second round.

Like playing with some decompression toy, Slade Wilson threw behind the mechanical exoskeleton device, looked back at Ivan Vanke and said: "Since you think I'm joking, just continue to think like that, but now My boss is in the conference room and I don’t want him to wait too long."

Ivan Vanke did not speak much, and followed Slade Wilson out of the room and came to a spacious room.

Unlike the spacious and bright residence arranged for him, this place is located underground. Although the ever-bright lights illuminate everything around, the dark and depressive feeling is always lingering, especially the furnishings in the room are heavier. This feeling.

Because there is nothing else here except a few exceptionally tall high-back chairs. Even the walls and the ground are the original color of concrete, and those chairs are cut directly from a whole piece of rock, and there is no cushion. It is obviously uncomfortable to sit on it.

But Ivan Vanke did not find anyone sitting on these chairs, except for a refrigerator-sized device in a certain position where the chair should be placed. The machine is running but does not have an external power source.

"Just find a chair to sit on!" The machine made a mechanically synthesized sound and emitted a few small blue lights to construct the image of a sitting man.

He was a very young person, indifferent, wise, not swayed by emotion, just like...artificial intelligence.

"Ivan Vanke, I am the boss of consortium b, you can call me David." The young man introduced himself: "I'm sorry that I have taken extreme measures before, but this is relatively speaking to allow you to cooperate. The best way."

Ivan Vanke did not move. It was not a rejection of David. He simply felt that sitting on a stone chair was not comfortable to stand. Slade Wilson seemed to know this too. He leaned against the chair with his arms, and There is no meaning to sit on it.

This gesture made Ivan Vanke realize that this guy nicknamed Death Knell has a high status in consortium b-yes, he claims to be a shareholder of this company.

"What do you need me to do?" Ivan Vanke said while looking at David's virtual projection.

With a wave of David, a design drawing appeared on the virtual screen. Ivan Vanke was familiar with it. It was the Ark reactor. This drawing was obviously the most original version because there was his own in the lower right corner of the drawing. The signatures of father Anton Vanke and Howard Stark.

"We know the hatred between your father and son and Stark very well, so the defeat of Tony Stark is more appropriate to you." David said with a smile without a smile.

Enduring the other party's very uncomfortable expression, Ivan Vanke sneered: "Did you kidnap our father and son to the U.S., just to help us get revenge?"

"No, no, no, it's my idea to deal with Tony Stark, but the best person to complete this idea is your father and son, to be precise, you are young and strong." David smiled stiffly: " At least our goals are the same, right?"

After frowning and thinking for a while, Ivan Vanke did not directly agree to David's request, but said: "Can you stop using this fake face? It makes me feel uncomfortable."

Psychology is a very esoteric science, many of which are the instinct of writing DNA in human evolution, such as the natural fear of snakes. People can instantly find snakes in more than forty parallel photos. For the protagonist.

David's face is extremely close to humans, and his expression is rich, but he lacks something humans should have, which is completely in line with the Uncanny Valley theory.

"This is the first time I have heard someone make this request." David waved his hand, as if some device had been turned off. The image that reappears is not a young face, but a weird person wearing a purple mask.

The mask fits too closely to David's face, as if sticking directly to his skin.

Touching his face with nostalgia, David said: "I was once a very good scientist. I was appreciated by someone for secretly developing super cannons, but the enemy led his team and destroyed me. Because of my base, I exposed the fact of working for someone and became a wanted criminal, so I had to wear a mask to hide my true identity."

"Later I was in charge of developing some kind of adhesive. The hostile elements discovered my laboratory again. During the battle, a whole pot of adhesive poured on top of my head, destroying my face and making this mask match my The skin can no longer be separated."

"Perhaps it is the psychological shadow that this incident has brought to me. I have always been reluctant to show my true colors...You are the first to ask for it."