I Have a Good Impression on Marvel

Said to be a joint operation between S.H.I.E.L.D. and the military, Leon felt that if there were no accidents, he should have to bear the heavy burden in this mission.

After all, the other party is a psychic.

As for the information currently in hand, the only person who is immune to mind control is Leon.

Therefore, in order to prevent the soldiers from "betraying" on the spot and attacking their own people again, the military and S.H.I.E.L.D. decided to let the avenger Leon take the lead, and only bring a few elites to form a joint team. Enemy hunts.

Both the military and S.H.I.E.L.D. have great confidence in Leon, an avenger with outstanding combat effectiveness.

After all, not long ago, he had just single-handedly killed Abomination and several Hulks...

. . .

In the clear sky, a dark Kun-style fighter plane drew a trace in the air, and with a low roar, whizzed past...

In the fighter plane, in addition to the pilot, there was only one passenger in Lyon.

Sitting on the seat in the fighter plane, Leon at this time had already changed into the black tight-fitting battle suit that Stark made for him.

Although it is not a steel battle suit, the defense is slightly worse. However, this tight-fitting combat suit can also be described as the crystallization of the highest technological level of Stark Industries.

However, for Leon, the only effect of this battle suit is to try to make him not naked in battle.

As for defensive power or something, it was never something he considered...

Lyon soon arrived at Edwards Air Force Base in Munic, California, aboard the new Quinjet, which can reach speeds of up to Mach 3.5.

Here, he wants to join forces with the elites sent by the military.

However, what he didn't expect was that he was greeted by a familiar face...

"Hey! Leon, this way!"

As soon as he stepped off the fighter plane, Leon heard a slightly excited voice ringing in his ears.

Looking at the sound, Leon couldn't help but raise his brows.

Not far away, James Rhodes, wearing a green one-piece flight suit, was standing upright and waving at him!

Leon came forward and greeted Rhodes with a black hip-hop style, and then Leon smiled:

"Hey, buddy! I didn't expect that my partner on this mission would be you..."

As Stark's good friend, James Lord, code-named "War Machine", had the experience of fighting side by side with Leon as early as the Battle of Stark's Fair.

It is also for this reason that the military will send this general to carry out the mission with Leon.

From the perspective of high-level officials on both sides, this is the first cooperative operation between S.H.I.E.L.D. and the military, and it will not be the last.

It is very necessary to establish a good cooperative relationship...

Sitting in a jeep, the two of them chatted while heading for the hangar in the distance.

"The superior attaches great importance to this incident. New York, aliens, and superpowers, all kinds of troubles, make them very urgent to show their strength to the White House..."

"I see."

Leon spread his hands, shrugged, and then said, "That's why they asked us for assistance and sent your war machine."

"To be honest, this incident was originally a mess made by the military and should not be resolved by you..."

Before Rhodes could finish speaking, Leon reached out and interrupted him!

"No problem, although I'm not an active soldier like you, but the work of SHIELD, like you, is all about two words - protection."

"And these two words often need to be defended in person..."

While talking, the two took a jeep and came to a huge hangar.

From a distance, Leon saw the set of "War Machine" steel armor with a gray overall tone, with a few wires plugged in, and it seemed to be carrying out daily maintenance.

Since the last Ivan Vanke incident, Stark used this prototype as the Mark II steel armor,

Sent to my friend.

In recent years, Rhodes has often worn this steel armor, turned into a war machine, performed various counter-terrorism tasks, and made an indelible contribution to the stability of the military and people's hearts...

Before coming to the steel armor, a major in charge of maintenance immediately greeted him.

"Sir!"

"What happened to the armor?"

"The charging has been completed, and the mission can be performed at any time!"

"That's good…"

As soon as the words fell, Leon's voice suddenly sounded aside:

"Speaking of which, in our mission this time, you should know what kind of enemy we are about to face..."

Hearing this, Rhode couldn't help but froze, then turned around and responded seriously:

"I have seen the mission briefing, and the other party is a superpower with some kind of psychic ability, who can control the actions of others. I also know that you are not controlled by this superpower."

"That's why, the reason you're here..."

Leon nodded, his face full of sincerity:

"That's right!"

"When I was in New York, I once met such an Asgardian. Like Loki, she has magic that can manipulate people's minds. Her abilities are very similar to those of this superhuman. Don't rule out this Man, that Asgardian!"

"So, I can't guarantee that you won't be controlled by this steel armor..."

Before Leon could finish speaking, Rhode reached out and patted Leon's shoulder, smiled and comforted:

"Don't worry! If that happens, I will immediately shut down the armor's system and try not to give him the opportunity to use me to attack you..."

Waved his hand, Leon explained:

"I did not mean that…"

"I mean, those little green fat guys, leave it to you. As for the guy who dares to stir in other people's heads, leave it to me!"

Between the words, Rhode clearly saw a hint of coldness in Leon's blue eyes.

"I have an account that I want to settle with him..."

. . . . . .

Far away on the interstate highway at the junction of Michigan and Wisconsin, several black Chevrolet SUVs, like escorting kings, surrounded a large truck in the middle.

Inside the truck is a mobile biological laboratory.

All kinds of research equipment are readily available.

Especially conspicuous, in addition to the densely hanging serums in the refrigerated freezers, it is necessary to count the figure sitting in front of the laboratory table, wearing a white lab coat, with green skin and a head several times larger than ordinary people...

Carefully placing the serum sample under the microscope, Samuel Stern's extremely strange face could not help but whisper:

"It's just a little bit closer to success..."

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