Become Marvel Daisy Johnson

"Tony, oh Tony Stark, surprise! Haha, you actually came here. I mean you actually came to the scientific research meeting."

Tony Stark plays with gadgets in the halls of a futuristic science conference in California. There was a sarcastic voice in my ear.

"Octavian? Maybe you need to change your hairstyle." Concentrated Tony only glanced sideways, the visitor.

"You came a step late, you know, Stark. I want to see what you look like when you work for me." There was an obvious superior smile on the fat man's face.

"Don't be naive, any correct thing can be done in 20 steps," Tony said, raising the Rubik's Cube in his hand. "Only 20 steps, Otto!"

"Fool!" Octavian cursed in a low voice, not understanding the meaning of Stark's words.

Stark didn't care about Octavian's rudeness "You know what they call it? Otto? God's number!"

Middle East 58th Airborne Division Base

"Their team of 20 people sneaked into the air force base without anyone noticing, not only destroyed the power system, but also hit the entire air force backup power with EMP."

Captain Hale came to a conclusion after summarizing the reports gathered by various troops. A group of troops gathered in the open space of the air force, looking at the 20 corpses in front of them with embarrassing expressions.

Too many air base losses today. An air force without electrical support is an empty shell.

What is fatal is the rebel army that is rushing over.

There is going to be a war here!

And the only means of transportation that Daisy Hale and others can still use is bicycles...

The situation does not allow them to retreat!

Captain Hale, with his arms hanging, exchanged views with other commanders in the base. She strongly stated that she would stand firm and wait for reinforcements.

Several people from S.H.I.E.L.D. were trapped here.

"What are you doing? Fitz?" Simmons looked at Fitz curiously.

"Record, and..." After the trauma, Fitz's language ability was severely damaged, and his expressive ability gradually declined. At this time, he was holding a notebook and squatting next to the corpse of an intruder,

"Draw?" Simmons stroked his friend Fitz's back sadly, with a comforting face, "Relax, Fitz, you'll be fine."

"2...20 people! Fortified...wartime...breakthrough..." Fitz blushed, but the words on his lips turned into words one by one, and they popped out with difficulty

"You want to say... 20 people from the other side easily broke through the heavily fortified wartime Air Force Department, don't you? Fitz"

"Yes! And training...organization..."

Simmons stroked the back of Fitz's hand, telling him to relax and rest assured.

"You want to say that each of them is well-trained and should belong to some organization."

Feeling the understanding of his friend Simmons, Fitz rubbed his reddish eyes and hugged Simmons.

Simmons, who had experienced the catastrophe, felt uncomfortable, especially the mentor who was very good to him died in this disaster. This incident hit Simmons and Fitz hard.

"Let me see the logo of this organization, Fitz." The two squatted and hugged each other for a while, Simmons looked at Fitz's drawing curiously, "Is this pattern like an octopus, or is it a paw pattern? It's black, I don't know." Is there such an organizational record in the S.H.I.E.L.D. archives?"

After Captain Hale handed over to the rest of the leadership, Daisy stepped forward

"Our situation is not optimistic, Captain"

"Ha, in this place, the base will have such a day sooner or later."

"Now we have lost the capability of armored mechanical combat, the ability to communicate with the outside world, and the ability to take off and evacuate aircraft."

"Your skills were not as pessimistic as you just now, Agent Daisy."

"Actually, I am still optimistic, Captain Hale. I think we will still have support. It depends on Monica Sam and the two fighters in the field, as long as one person can spread the information..."

"This is also the reason why I insist on sticking to it. If we give up here, we may be saved, but we have lost too much."

"If it's over this time, can I recruit Monica into S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"If you can take charge of a storming team." With his shattered hair blowing in the dry wind, he looked at Daisy with a look of reluctance, and forced himself to nod, "I know this mission is very difficult for a 15-year-old girl like you." cruel..."

"It's not the first day I was born and died. The situation is special. I'm happy to cooperate with the deployment of the Air Force Department. Tell me, what do you want me to do?" Hale's words did not surprise Daisy.

There are more than 700 people in the Ministry of Air Force here, but there are only more than 200 people who really have combat capabilities. Most are civilian, confidential, and flying arms. There are very few truly well-trained soldiers. Of course, flying arms cannot be used as soldiers, and special arms cannot be used as soldiers. More than 700 people will participate in the defensive battle, but most of the important soldiers such as the flying soldiers will be secretly protected and specially transferred out of the battle. And special forces need to go deep into dangerous situations and harass the enemy.

Good steel is used on the blade, which is roughly what it means.

"Brave and courageous, I like you. Our position is in the east of the Air Force Department, where the terrain is complex, reflecting each other with the Air Force Department. When fighting, you need to bypass the tank group from the right side of the battlefield and harass their rear."

Just as he was talking, the sound of artillery fire came from a distance. After experiencing the Sokovia incident, Daisy is very familiar with this voice recently.

"Not everyone is born under the eagle's banner. Sometimes we have no choice." Both of them nodded, and Daisy walked to Fitzsimmons wearing the equipment.

"Don't stare blankly at the dead, two interns, maybe your help is needed in the damaged power room."

"You're being mean, sir," Simmons complained.

"If I hadn't pulled you, you would be no different from these rebels lying on the ground." Daisy knelt down beside Fitz,

"You're very lucky. It's because a brick knocked you out that you're alive. Think about it, what if a bullet hit you in the head? You just lost the ability to speak now! Don't bother with the corpses anymore, fix the generator, you can save more people, Fitz!"

"Go!" Fitz was moved by the words, his eyes fixed on Daisy, and his movement language expressed his very affirmation of Daisy's words. He pulled Simmons up and went to the power room.

Seeing the backs of the two going away, Daisy felt a lot of emotion.

If it is said that Daisy is not afraid at this time, it is false, Daisy is very flustered.

Since the day when I touched the gun for the first time~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the taboo in my heart was broken. The ownerless mind began to spread, telling Sharon and Barbara dirty jokes to cover up his inner trembling. I started to be afraid.

But fear can't solve things, facing fear can overcome fear. Fearing that you'll shoot someone just because you've picked up a gun is the end of your life in the Marvel universe.

What we are facing now is a war. I can be afraid, but when I go to the battlefield, I must be sharp.

This will be a tough battle, with four heavily armored tanks.

This means that the focus of this defensive battle is to solve this war steamroller. The electronic equipment of the Ministry of Air Force has failed, and most of the weapons of mass destruction have no effect.

It's going to be tough.

In the camp of the rebel army, Moro, the leader of the rebel army, observed secretly with a telescope

"Bang, bang, bang, I like bang."

licked his dry lips

"This 200W hired golden flower is really worth it! Finally let these grandchildren taste what it means to be covered by artillery fire. Hahaha"

The little brother at the side suddenly came over to report, "Boss! A small group of enemies appeared on our left!"

Put down the binoculars, patted my greasy forehead

"It's an old routine, it's not new. Go, fight back against them!"

The firefight lasted for half an hour, with losses on both sides. However, because the rebel army came prepared, equipped with heavy tanks and heavy weapons, the air force suffered heavy losses.

The tank's dark gun barrels were aimed at the air force position, and four of them were crushed on the front line. Hale's defensive position is facing collapse, and it is about to be forced to retreat to the air base.

Justice comes from heaven!

Missiles roared and bombed, and the roar of artillery fire lifted the tanks.