I Have A Good Opinion In Marvel

In front of the new but powerful Ultron, J.A.R.V.I.S has no power to parry, and can only watch his program split and dismember, and finally disappear into invisible...

After the brutal murder of J.A.R.V.I.S, Ultron did not take over the authority of J.A.R.V.I.S and used the titanium alloy materials in the research center to create a body for himself. Instead, he used the magical Internet to transmit his own consciousness.

At the same time, in Eastern Europe, SOKOVIA's HYDRA underground base.

Accompanied by the sound of mechanical start-ups, the dark base, the lights "pop" and "pop" one after another, all the mechanical production lines left over by HYDRA began to operate automatically!

The sound of gears turning, the sound of machinery assembly, for a time, filled the huge and empty base.

And in the sky above the base, there was a faintly echoed mechanical voice:

"If you want peace, there is only one way..."

. . . . . .

The next day.

When Stark of J.A.R.V.I.S could not be contacted, he hurriedly arrived at the laboratory and saw the holographic projection of J.A.R.V.I.S that was torn to pieces, he realized that something was wrong!

After receiving the news, Banner, who also came to the laboratory, looked at J.A.R.V.I.S. His face couldn't help showing a look of astonishment, "Oh my God! What happened?!"

"I do not know either…"

Looking at the "corpse" of J.A.R.V.I.S with a serious face, Stark immediately came to the experimental table and operated on the virtual computer interface as if he had thought of something.

After a while, when he saw the empty database, his frowned brows deepened a bit.

As he guessed, the person who started J.A.R.V.I.S not only killed J.A.R.V.I.S, but also deleted all the data and information of the entire Ultron project!

However, when he saw the psychic scepter still stored on the experimental table, Stark couldn't help but wonder.

Why didn't you take away the scepter?

Judging from the murder of J.A.R.V.I.S and the removal of project data, it can be determined that the other party came for the Ultron project.

If the other party is to prevent the birth of the Ultron project, then no matter who it is, it is impossible for the person doing all of this to understand the importance of the scepter to the entire project.

However, the scepter stayed quietly in its original position, motionless.

This makes Stark feel both fortunate and regretful.

After all, once the other party takes the scepter, he can use the algorithm to track the location of the scepter to find the culprit.

"Damn..."

Screaming inwardly, Stark immediately thought of another investigative method.

In order to see what happened in the laboratory when they were away, Stark and Banner immediately logged into the security system of the research center and called up the surveillance video after the two left.

However, it is a pity that the cunning Ultron also thought of this.

Among the countless surveillance videos, only the records from last night to this morning are missing.

The entire crime scene, the evidence and information left behind, is really too little.

There were no suspects, no criminal tools, and even the only witness (J.A.R.V.I.S) was killed.

The investigation, without accident, fell into a dead end...

. . . . . .

At the same time, Florida, Miami.

Located on the outskirts of a large, well-guarded private estate, Aldridge Killian, founder and company president of Pioneer Technology (AIM), is sitting on the sofa in the study, drinking whiskey while talking. On the phone.

Judging from his raised legs and the relaxed expression on his face, it seems that what the other side of the phone transmits is good news.

"...I see. How is the latest drug injection test going on? What is the matching success rate?"

"Of the five experimenters, only one was successfully paired with the drug and entered the second stage."

Hearing this, Killian picked up the glass and said to himself while looking at the mellow wine in the glass:

"Twenty percent..."

After a pause, Killian seemed to think of something, and then said:

"What did Hansen say?"

"Dr. Hansen means that the success rate of this pairing is already at the limit. No matter how the dose is controlled, the stability of the ultimate organism cannot be ensured. Only by effectively improving the formula and modifying the algorithm can we go further... "

After his subordinates finished speaking, Killian, who frowned at some point, was silent for a moment before repliing:

"I see. Tell her, I will find a way as soon as possible."

After hanging up, Killian leaned back and leaned on the soft sofa, lost in thought.

"It seems that it's time to meet an old friend..."

At this moment, I only heard three beeps, the door of the study was knocked suddenly, and the little brother's reminder came from outside the door:

"Sir, the boss is here."

Killian, whose thoughts were interrupted, immediately replied:

"Okay, I'll come right away."

After thinking for a while, Killian got up from the sofa and walked to the living room...

At the moment's living room seems to have been occupied by a film crew.

The untimely costumes and props, the staff discussing lines, lighting, and various professional photography equipment all make the entire living room look like a cloth spot for filming movies.

The most eye-catching among them is a wall covered with blood stained with a Ten Rings logo hung, and an Eight Immortal Chair guarded by two copper unicorns placed in front of it.

And At the moment, a short man with a big beard and a gray-green robe, just sat on the Eight Immortal Chair.

Long spears and short shots were aimed at the man with braided hairstyle and serious face.

Everyone held their breath, even Roar became slow to suck, as if he didn't dare to make any untimely noises.

"Start shooting!"

With Killian’s order, a performance that deceived the world and shaped bad guys began...

Watching the drug addict actor who he found from a certain theater company, in front of the camera, the whole process of acting as a terrorist, Killian, standing behind the monitor, raised his mouth slightly, and pulled out a smile.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a shock in his trouser pocket.

After nodding his head to indicate to continue shooting, he went to the corner and took out his mobile phone.

Looking at the unfamiliar call displayed on the screen of the phone, Killian frowned slightly. He wanted to refuse to answer, but after a little thought, he pressed the answer button.

"Hey?"

The next moment, from the other side of the phone, there was a male voice that sounded a little low:

"Hello, Aldridge Killian."

Upon hearing this, Killian frowned, and then asked:

"Who are you?"

"Me? Just someone who wants to make a friend with you."

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