Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

"Click"

The ceramic cup that was held in the hand was crushed into pieces, and the fragrant black tea in it was scattered all over the place. It is reasonable to say that when touched by the hot liquid, there will be a subconscious dodge process, but at this time Tony Stark, just looking at the ceramic shards in his hand, silently reached out and picked up the tissue, and wiped the water droplets on his palm.

"The inoculation process is perfect. This extremity virus re-nourishes the almost exhausted organs in your body, and also helps you melt the rushing shrapnel in your blood vessels by the way.

Saibo relaxedly said while drinking tea:

"The damage of palladium to your body is a thing of the past. Now you are healthier than 99% of the people in the world. Even if you don't wear your armor, not many people in this world can deal with you."

Tony Shen didn't speak with this face. Cyber ​​didn't seem to see the terrible expression on his face. He continued:

"The only downside is probably that you should not play stimulating activities with your female companions until you are able to control your emotions, so as to cause the extremis virus's violent reaction, and your control of power is also Need professional practice."

He turned his head to look at Miss Poz who was pleased:

"If you don't want to tolerate him crushing various things for a month, you'd better live in a different environment."

Saibo stood up, stepped forward, patted Tony on the shoulder, and joked in a low voice:

"I know that a period of abstinence is difficult for you, but it is necessary. Enjoy your abstinence time."

"Crack"

His wrist was clasped by Tony, who raised his head and looked at him with complex eyes:

"It's dark in front of me, and when I wake up again, I will become a monster. This feeling is somewhat unpleasant, but I still have to thank you."

Saibo looked at those eyes, he lowered his voice and sighed:

"You're still blaming me for not telling you before the injection, right? Or do you think I'm treating you as a test object?"

Tony was silent, but this silence was an answer in itself.

"Look, I took a picture of your situation at that time."

Cyber ​​took out the phone from his pocket, picked out the screen and showed Tony:

"At that time, you were hit by a human body bomb and you were in a state of severe shock. You were seriously injured and dying. If I didn't give you an injection on the spot, you might even be in danger of leaving that underground base. You should be in a hurry. I think you should understand.

"I can understand."

After seeing the photo, Tony Stark faintly let go of the conspiracy theory about this matter. He sighed and looked at his hands with some helplessness. The skin moved faintly. Orange-red light, like magma flowing in blood vessels:

"I just can't accept it. I am no longer a pure human being. I have always been proud of this identity. I use my head to fight with wisdom instead of a brutal body. Now I look like a mouth. Like a fire-breathing monster."

He raised his head and looked at Cyber ​​with a complicated expression: "Do you know this feeling?"

"I don't know, because I have never lived as a pure human, but I can probably imagine it, just when ordinary people pointed their noses at monsters before."

Saibo sincerely patted him on the shoulder and whispered: "Don't think too much. It is a very good result to save a life. Think about everything for the good. At least you can live a healthy life for a long time. , Without making Miss Potts sad, you probably don’t know."

Saber glanced at Boz, then lowered his voice again:

"During the period of your serious illness, Miss Poz has made up her mind that if you die, she will be buried for you. This is a good woman, don't let her down."

"Ok."

Tony nodded. People with high IQ look at problems somewhat differently from ordinary people. Smart people like Tony Stark tend to have self-persistence, and few people can help him mediate his inner anger. Can do it by themselves.

Saber wearing sunglasses walked out of Tony’s villa. Chandler’s car was parked in front of the villa. Saber sat in. The moment the car started, the windows of the car were raised. Saber took a last look at the villa. Touched the phone:

"Hello, Professor Hawkins, have you received the sample?"

"Use the fastest time to analyze and see if it can be copied. I don't want to reach the level of the original version. What I want is popularization, understand? Everyone can use it, even if the effect is reduced to less than 30%! "

He hung up the phone, took out a silver-white syringe from the box at hand, picked it up, and in the dim lights of the car, the purple liquid gave off a chaotic and heavy light, like The spectrum is refracted into many colors.

Cyber ​​closed his eyes, the syringe in his hand turned over, the needle pierced into the blood vessel, and the purple liquid quickly flowed into his body.

At the same time, on the other side of the warehouse management office at the mouth of the Hudson River in New York, in one of the staff lounges, Ivan Vanke, dressed in disguise, is leaning against the window with a cigarette in his hand. It was like a docker who was taking a break from the busy schedule, but from his alert eyes, he could tell that this guy was no ordinary person.

"Crack"

The door of the lounge was pushed open from the outside, and Ivan took out a pistol from his arms with a quick reaction, and hit the head of the guy who entered the lounge.

"Hey! Put down this dangerous thing, I'm here to help you!"

Agent Silverett looked at Ivan without changing his face. This bald agent wears gold-wire glasses and is not afraid of Ivan, who is exuding a beastly scent all over his body. Even if the guy in front of him is injected with Extremis Virus, he can be killed with a wave of his hand.

Ivan obviously didn't trust him. The desperado from Russia took a step back. He didn't put down the pistol in his hand. He said in a heavy accent:

"The Gang of Ten Commandments was betrayed. They said it was S.H.I.E.L.D., but I knew that S.H.I.

A cold light flashed in Ivan's brown eyes:

"It's you! Hydra betrayed the Ten Commandments! Right?"

"Yes or not it makes no sense!"

Agent Silverett took off his glasses and sat on one side of the sofa under the threat of gunpoint. He cocked his legs and looked at Ivan Vanke indifferently:

"It is not easy to escape a life from the devil gang, Ivan, are you sure you want to waste it here? Look, your former employer is dead, and the nanobots in your blood can't control you anymore. , I mean, why don’t you find a new owner who can offer a starting price?"

"It really is you!"

Ivan's expression became ugly. He took a step back again and retreated to the back of the lounge, where there was originally a pile of construction materials covered with waterproof canvas, but now, there are more dangerous things stacked there.

"What if I say no?"

The mechanical master from Russia stretched out his hand to hold the tarpaulin behind, and drew it downwards. A large dark red mech in a standstill state appeared in front of Agent Silverett, and he reached out and took the pistol. Don't hold it in your arms, stretch out your left hand, the large battle armor behind it also stretched out his left hand fiercely, and made a rude gesture towards Agent Silverett.

The latter blinked and whispered:

"Nothing will happen. I will watch you board the plane back to Russia, or the cargo ship, but your plan to avenge Stark will be ruined. As far as I know, Stark was injected with despair last night. The virus is more advanced than the one you injected."

These words changed Ivan’s expression, and he calmly said:

"Even if there is no Extremis Virus, I can kill him sooner or later!"

Although it seemed that there was no reaction, Agent Silverett keenly noticed Ivan's clenched fist for an instant, and he smiled and reached out and clicked on the table:

"Admit it, Ivan, you are no longer his opponent. Whether it is the mecha or your physical fitness, you are lagging behind him! And with the passage of time, you will only be behind more and more. fast!"

"To shut up!"

The cold pistol reached Agent Silverett's neck, and Ivan's expression became savage: "Shut up! You crap!"

"Anyone knows bluffing, Ivan Vanke, I think you should recognize the situation more clearly!"

The big bald agent looked at Ivan, who might pull the trigger at any time, without fear, and he said loudly:

"Now we are the only one who can help you fulfill your long-cherished wish! Cooperate, or kill me right here, you choose it yourself, I don’t think that a smart person like you will choose the wrong answer. The Ten Commandments can give you the nine heads. The snake will only give you more!"

"Huh"

Ivan retracted the pistol. There were angry sparks in his eyes. The orange light on his fists became brighter and brighter. It seemed that it was possible to smash the Silverett agent in front of him to pieces at any time, but after ten seconds, he Turned around and hit the wall with a punch, then took a deep breath:

"What do you want from me?"

The bald agent's eyes flashed, and he whispered: "We only need one thing, your loyalty."

"Ha ha"

Ivan sneered, picked up a bottle of vodka from the table, and poured it down: "What a big appetite!"

"This shows that we can give you a lot."

The bald agent snorted, "Hydra will provide you with everything you need and help you revive your family business. Dr. Anton should have built an industrial empire comparable to Stark Industries. We can all. Compensation for you, when necessary, we will even create a 1V1 battlefield between you and Stark,"

"Sounds pretty good."

Ivan closed his eyes and said casually: "Then make a deal, I hope you don't live as short as the Ten Commandments."

"Cut off a head and grow two in place. We are different from the Ten Commandments. You can rest assured in this respect."

Two hours later, on the top floor of the Delta Wing Building, where the World Security Council is located, in one of the offices, Agent Silverett had just reported to the old man in front of him about the action.

"So, that Ivan is ours now?"

Alexander Pierce sitting in the chair narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment, then nodded: "You did a good job, Silverett, the addition of such a person will indeed strengthen our strength in a short time, but don’t Focus on him."

"You mean "insight plan"?"

Agent Silverett pushed his glasses, and a dilemma flashed in his eyes:

"Fry kept that plan very tight. We just knew that he planned to use a weapon to destroy S.H.I.E.L.D.'s opponents at once. What kind of weapon? Where? How to locate it. We don't know at all."

"It's not just that you don't know."

Pierce took out a document from the drawer and handed it to Silverett: "Destroy it after reading it. You have passed the review of Fury for your excellent work for a while, and you should be transferred to Insight soon. In the planning project team."

The former director of S.H.I.E.L.D., half of Fury’s teacher and life-and-death comrade-in-arms, and the current World Security Council director, Mr. Pierce, looked a little bit tired. He rubbed his forehead and whispered:

"This plan was originally proposed by us. Dr. Zola specially designed a complete set of algorithms for it, but it was later handed over to Fury by me to execute it. Silverett, I need you to arrange our People enter it and accelerate the progress of this plan"

The bald agent heard a trace of uncertainty in Pierce’s words, and he lowered his voice:

"Your Excellency, is the situation so bad? Don't we still have the advantage?"

"The advantage is only temporary. Their high-end combat power is much more than ours and Fury is my hand. I know how powerful his energy and how cruel his heart is."

The backbone veteran of Hydra was like a hunter who was bitten by a prey, frowning and saying:

"This time he would rather sever his arm, and would rather commit to cooperating with forces like the Devil's Gang, in order to eliminate all the distrustful people hidden within S.H.I.E.L.D.. This is simply a losing-lose style of play. After a tough struggle, the insight plan would be a good idea to divert your eyes."

Pierce leaned on the chair, closed his eyes slightly, and said softly:

"Even if things get to the worst and we have three Apocalypse-class warships in our hands, we can take the initiative. Fury thought he could bring S.H.I. , Do you have a clue about finding the remaining Winter Soldiers?"

Hearing this question, Silverett's eyes changed, and a weird feminine smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, but it was fleeting:

"I have made a careful plan. This time, I will personally lead the team, and I will definitely bring back the scroll that was in the hands of Cyber ​​to HailHydra!!"