I Have a Good Impression on Marvel

Leon may be higher than the bald brother in terms of the authority level of the agent and the status in the S.H.I.E.L.D.

However, the bald brother is not Leon's subordinate, and he does not need to obey him completely.

What's more, before Fury sent him to deal with this matter, he told him that the two of them should discuss it, not to let him follow Leon's arrangement...

"That said, but our job is to block news, control the situation, and protect the people!"

"Then do you think it's too late for us to block the news now?"

Following Leon's fingers, the bald brother looked at the huddled media reporters.

WhiH, ABC, NBC, CBS…

The media troupe that included almost all the major TV stations in the United States, with countless long guns and short guns, such a luxurious lineup made the bald guy suddenly speechless.

After all, this is a supernatural event that took place on New York's iconic building, the Brooklyn Bridge.

It's not a small remote city, it can unite with local governments to block the spread of news...

Once it is known by the major TV stations in New York, any news will be like the wind, and it will soon spread throughout the United States and even the whole world.

What's more, the power of network globalization makes the job of blocking news more and more difficult.

Under such circumstances, the bald brother suddenly felt that it might be the most sensible thing to do.

However, how could a bald brother who can get along well on both sides of Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D. bow his head so easily.

After thinking for a while, the bald brother thought of an important question again:

"Even if we let the news ferment and spread, what about the target?"

"We can't just let them go home, right? That's too dangerous! At the very least, we have to conduct a series of tests on them to make sure that their superpowers will not cause harm to the public, and then conduct proper placement or monitoring. …”

Before the bald brother could finish speaking, Leon interrupted him directly!

"Doing this will only make their impression of us worse, which will lead to unnecessary troubles. What's more, if they want to hurt others, they won't save the fire truck..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Leon put his hand on the bald brother's shoulder, patted it lightly, and said in a deep and deep voice:

"Trust me, I'm more experienced than you in dealing with these superhumans."

The words were vaguely filled with unquestionable toughness!

Feeling the faint aura emanating from Leon, the bald-headed brother was awe-inspiring.

At this time, he suddenly remembered that the young man in front of him was no longer the rookie who had just entered S.H.I.E.L.D. back then, but the core character of the Avengers Alliance code-named "Black Blade", the future of S.H.I.E.L.D.!

The most important thing is that he can easily crush his existence with one hand! ! !

Thinking of this, the bald-headed brother who regards the phrase "the one who knows the current affairs is a good man" as the motto of his life, couldn't help but squeeze a smile, nodded, and echoed:

"Well, since you said that, I don't have any opinion, just do what you said!"

. . .

Just as Lyon "convinced" the bald brother, the temporary press conference also came to an end.

"...We went to space trying to find a way to understand chromosomes, treat diseases, save lives, and now it's our chromosomes, our bodies, and even our lives, that are threatened. So, let's stop there..."

After that, Reed forced a smile and turned away.

The other three, following closely behind, returned to the medical tent temporarily set up by the police.

Leon, who was discussing with the bald brother, how to deal with the follow-up matters, saw the four of them, and his eyes lit up.

Only the bald brother who was a little scared was left, standing there...

Seeing Leon, Reed rubbed his temples with some headache, and said a little apologetically:

"I'm really sorry to let you wait here alone..."

There was a faint hint of tiredness on Reed's face,

Lyon knew that he had not fully digested what had happened today.

After thinking for a while, Leon waved his hand, and then said:

"It's okay, where are you going now, I can just take you for a ride. I don't think you want to stay here anymore..."

Throwing a grateful look at Leon, Reed continued:

"We don't know anything about what's going on in our bodies. If we want to understand the specific effects of the cosmic clouds on our bodies, we must conduct a precise examination. I think we should go home first!"

"Okay, let's go!"

Rejecting the police squad leader's ride, the four of Reed were escorted by SHIELD agents and returned to the Baxter Building at the intersection of Madison Avenue and Forty-Second Street.

What Reed and the others didn't expect was that, because the door of the building was already full of people who wanted to see the Fantastic Four.

In the hands of these people, they also held some temporarily made support signs, looking forward to it, as if waiting for the arrival of a big star.

When they saw Reed and others walking down from the black Chevrolet, some superhero fans, just like the star-chasing girls wandering around the Stark Building, raised the signs in their hands, and offered them to Reed and the others. The warmest cheers and applause.

Seeing this, Leon, who was dressed like a special agent and more like a college student, couldn't help but raised his eyebrows and joked aloud:

"Hey, you guys are stars now..."

In addition to surprise, there was some embarrassment on the faces of Reed and Susan.

As for Ben's stone face, there wasn't much expression to be seen.

Among the four, Johnny really enjoyed the feeling of being in the limelight.

Wearing sunglasses that he took out from nowhere, he looked like a big star and waved hello to the people around him.

If it wasn't for Susan, who couldn't get used to his appearance, and pulled him into the building, Johnny might have run up to some girls and signed their T-shirts with the hero's name he just came up with. .

. . . . . .

Just as the Fantastic Four was a hot topic in New York, it was in Latvia on another continent.

People come and go on the streets of the capital.

A tall figure in a dark green hooded robe stopped walking involuntarily as he passed a store that specialized in electrical appliances.

"This is not a symptom, nor is it a gift from God, we need further tests before we can..."

On the TV placed in a transparent display case, everything that happened earlier on the Brooklyn Bridge was playing.

And on the TV screen, the man facing the camera is the leader of the Fantastic Four - Reed Richards!

Looking at Reed on the TV, under the hood, those sinister and cold eyes flashed with surprise and nostalgia.

The next moment, the surprise and memory turned into monstrous hatred and burned violently!

The hooded figure didn't move, but turned around abruptly and disappeared into the crowd.

Only a sliver of bright silver remained, passing from under the hood in a flash...