I Have A Good Opinion In Marvel

When Leon returned to the secret base where the Maximov twins were held, it was no surprise that the building was empty.

Apart from the messy traces of attack, the only remaining guard agents left in the base were dead or wounded guard agents.

Entering the living room, Leon saw Dave's cold corpse still lying on the ground, his face was cold, and his eyes were full of anger.

Bend down and picked up the Ability suppression device on the ground, Leon couldn't help muttering:

"Ultron..."

In the next second, with a sudden force, the Ability suppression device in his hand was crushed to pieces in an instant!

Looking at the fragments of the device falling to the ground, only a cold killing intent remained in Leon's eyes:

"Wait, I will find you..."

. . .

In the west of the sunset, the orange sunset shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows and spreads on the marble floor of the hall, like a curtain of light, which is fascinating.

However, everyone in Avengers Alliance sitting in the living room has no time to appreciate such a beautiful scenery.

They have not yet reacted to the bad news from Lyon...

At this moment, a slightly frivolous voice broke the silence:

"...In other words, our enemy, an artificial intelligence program that can use the Internet to regenerate infinitely, has found two allies for itself. And these two allies are super-Ability?"

Clint, leaning on the sofa, pressed his temples with his hands, and said with a slight exhaustion:

"Gosh, let me catch my breath..."

This old man was wearing a black combat uniform, with bows and arrows and quiver set aside.

Judging from his appearance, it seemed that he was on the way to the mission and received news of the assembly, so he didn't have time to change his outfit.

As Ultron attacked the refrigerator and took away many dangerous objects, it also released more than 20 high-risk criminals. Therefore, S.H.I.E.L.D immediately dispatched most of the field agents in order to arrest the criminals again and retrieve their belongings.

Even Captain America, Black Widow and Hawkeye, who are the Avengers, are not idle, leading a small team to catch prisoners all over the world.

Had it not been for Lyon’s assembling news, he might still be near Cyprus, following the traces of a chain of murderers...

""

Since it was about Ultron, Stark, who knew that he had done something wrong, just sat on the sofa well, listening to everyone's opinions in order not to be stunned.

After breaking the silence, Steve was the first to speak.

Touching his smooth chin, Steve frowned, muttering to himself:

"I think the reason why the refrigerator was attacked, besides the purpose of opening Leon, has a deeper meaning..."

"What's that?" Banner asked, pushing the glasses on the bridge of his nose with his hands.

Natasha Romanoff, also wearing a tight-fitting combat uniform, folded his hands on his chest, leaned against the table, and said his opinion:

"This is a smokescreen. Ultron wants S.H.I.E.L.D. and us to get busy, so as to disturb the line of sight so that we don't stop him."

"Obviously, it is plotting something..."

"Unfortunately, I was not present at the battle at the pier. If you let me see it, I will let this metal pot taste the power of the god of thunder and lightning!"

With a wave of Mjolnir in his hand, Thor looked eager to try, as if he wanted to fight Ultron immediately for hundreds of rounds.

Recently, the Nine Realms have been peaceful, and even his younger brother, who has been a moth boy all day long, has rarely done anything. Staying in Asgard all day, writing various plays for myself, seems to want to become the number one playwright in the nine worlds.

He, a militant, hasn't been fighting for a long time, and his hands are itchy.

However, he changed into casual clothes, and he looked like an iron man. He really didn't have much deterrent power...

The discussion lasted for half an hour. Finally, Steve made a summary:

"No matter what Ultron's conspiracy is, one thing we can be sure of is that its target will ultimately be us. Therefore, we must find him before it is ready!"

"The world is so big, let's narrow down the scope first, and list the places where it might appear. This will also facilitate our next search operations..."

And just at the moment, Leon, sitting on the sofa, silent and contemplative, as if thinking of something, suddenly said:

"I may know its next plan..."

In the face of everyone's unannounced glances, Leon twitched his mouth, showing a confident smile.

. . . . . .

Cape Town, South Africa.

In the lively market, people come and go, almost all black faces.

Like other African lands, black is still the main color of this city.

Walking out of a restaurant, Ulysses Crow, who was full of food and drink, put on the sunglasses on the neckline, and said casually to the men beside him:

"Crews, please pay attention lately, don't leave your tail. The most important thing is, don't let those Interpol affect tomorrow's transaction."

Hearing this, a bald black man who was following Ulysses Crow immediately patted his chest and promised:

"Boss, don't worry about me doing things. But I'm curious, who the hell is this buyer? He really intends to shake up everything we have..."

Without waiting for the little brother to finish, a slap was slapped on the little brother's head, making a crisp "pop"!

Immediately afterwards, Ulysses Crow grabbed the black boy by the neckline, leaned to his ear, and whispered:

"You kid, be careful when you speak! What we are doing is a big deal that is not necessarily human. We can live to this day. It depends on the two words of caution. The name Vibranium, don't say it casually."

"Especially when outside, once you meet Wakanda's people, not only you, we are all done! Understand?!"

While speaking, Ulysses Crow also subconsciously reached out and grabbed a mark on the back of his neck.

That was the heavy price he paid to get those black metals. It was a lesson to keep in mind...

Listen, the black brother nodded quickly and said: "Yes, yes, the boss taught me that I will pay attention next time."

Loosening the little brother's neckline, glancing satisfiedly at a black tower behind him, Ulysses Crow taught:

"Huh, you should learn from Luke, what to say and what not to say..."

The "Luke" that Ulysses Crowe said was a tall black man who was not far behind them.

The words echoed in my ears, but to the burly black man named "Luke", it seemed that he hadn't heard any words.

His face was still indifferent, but he followed them closely behind them without saying a word.

"Understood, boss, I will learn from Luke."

Although the black boy said this on the surface, he had another thought in his heart:

"Cut, he is just a dumb man with well-developed limbs and simple mind. If I am like him, with indestructible super Ability, I still need to mess with you..."

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