I Am In Marvel

It wasn't just Tony who didn't sleep that night.

At this time, the Iraqi area, the US military base camped.

An army green helicopter landed slowly on the ground, his hand resting on the handrail next to the door. Coulson leaned towards his stout body and squeezed out of the cabin, covering his nose and mouth to cover the dust from the propeller.

"Agent Coulson!" An older armed soldier stepped forward to pick up the plane and smiled mildly at Coulson, "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, and led Colson, who was 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 gate to stand guard. Coulson took a deep breath and stepped into the room with strong emotions. He followed his gaze and saw a middle-aged man with a bald head and a black trench coat with his back to the outside, on the wall. Hanging detailed area maps for notes.

"Director Fury!" Coulson shouted excitedly when he saw the person in front of him, and walked up to him and gave a respectful salute.

"Agent Coulson, how many times have I said it, I am not the director now, but a member of the front line of the investigation of the Hydra organization."

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

Coupled with dark skin and a long-standing leadership temperament, Nick Fury at this time is undoubtedly the most difficult enemy to deal with.

"Even if you voluntarily resign, in my heart, you will always be the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.!" Coulson said sincerely.

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

"Yes, that's right." Coulson remembered the purpose of his trip, he reached out to the inner pocket of his suit, and said busyly: "A few days ago, during the attack on Tony Stark, I was in New York. Met a silver-haired young man who rescued Tony, who was very weird and mysterious."

"When I asked him about his identity, he gave me this, saying that as long as you see it, you will naturally understand." Coulson 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 then the front of the pitch-black card gradually showed an image of a grinning demon.

As if struck by lightning, Fury trembled all over, clenched the card tightly in his palm, stared straight at Coulson with one eye, and asked with a trembling voice, "What does the young man who gave you this card look like? like?"

Coulson had never seen the director make such a gaffe before, and while being surprised, he tried to recall, "Well, he wears a hooded top and sunglasses, so he can't see his face clearly. In short, he is tall and his hair is a rare silver. "

"Devil card, hood, silver hair..." Fury murmured to himself, his face that was always serious and tense, softened at the moment, showing excitement and ecstasy, "It's him, he must be back!"

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

Taking a few deep breaths, Fury suppressed his excitement, looked at Coulson and asked inexplicably, "Do you remember what I said before?"

"Decades ago, a god left us, and from that moment on, the whole earth was bleak. Even today, it seems that society is constantly improving, but without him, the new era still seems boring."

Fury clenched the card in his hand and said with emotion: "And now, that god is back."

"Director, you said that young man, he is..." Coulson's body trembled violently, and he almost fell to the ground in a trance.

That legendary figure was his idol since childhood!

Fury smiled without saying a word, and tacitly ordered: "Colson, arrange a return trip for me, I'm going back to New York tomorrow! See an old friend!"

the next morning.

New York, Stark Industries new building.

A blond young man in a black suit came to the door, looked up coldly at the building in front of him, ignored more than a dozen guards at the door equipped with batons and firearms, and walked over directly.

"Hey, you kid! Non-staff..." A guard was picking up a baton and stepping forward to stop it, but the next moment, the whole person was kicked out by the blond youth and rolled to five meters away.

Catching the baton with sharp hands, the blond young man glanced at the guards surrounding him, and said coldly, "My name is Red Ten, and I have an appointment with your acting chairman, Obadiah Stani."

Seeing that their companions were injured, the eyes of more than a dozen guards were red, and when they heard the words of the blond youth, they no longer hesitated to swarm up with batons, and some even began to draw out their pistols.

Hong Shi's eyes narrowed slightly, and his body moved abruptly. He swung his baton and swept the guard with brute force. He rushed towards the guard holding the gun at a rapid speed. Before he could shoot, the white man was shot. The doorman, as tall as a bear, was knocked down with a punch.

Sweep the audience with crushing strength!

Thirty seconds later, more than a dozen guards fell unconscious and collapsed to the ground. Hong Shi stood in the center of the hall on the first floor, throwing away the blood-stained batons, and lightly brushing off the dust on his sleeves. .

"Clap clap clap..."

With a round of applause, Stanley clapped, walked out of the hall cheerfully, and said to the Red Ten with admiration: "As expected of the famous Katu."

"Obadia Stani." Red Ten glanced at him coldly, and said coldly, "I advise you not to try to test my strength, if it wasn't for Dagu saying that the money is up to you, I would have done it. You fell to the ground."

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

"I'll do it tonight, I'm just here to tell you, I don't need any help from you!" Red Ten snorted coldly, turned around proudly and left.

Watching his back disappear, Stanley looked at the doorman lying on the ground, rubbing his palms excitedly, "Katsu is really strong, outrageously strong! Tony, tonight I'll kill the people around you first, and give it to you. Just a reminder, I hope you will realize my uncle's painstaking efforts as soon as possible!"

Meanwhile, in Tony's duplex villa.

Tony perfected the grading steps of the steel suit in the basement, Jarvis finally got free, took the time to meet Weiss in secret, and went out along the cable to the main radio and television building in downtown New York City.

The two of them have to work together to complete the task previously issued by Kyle.

"Old virus, I am in charge of the southeastern part of New York, and you are in charge of the northwestern part of New York."

"How did you talk? Call me Uncle Weiss! 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 said to themselves almost in unison:

"Card assembly order! Officially launched!"