Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

"click"

The ceramic cup held in his hand was crushed into pieces, and the fragrant black tea in it was scattered all over the floor. It stands to reason that if touched by the scorching liquid, there would be a subconscious dodge process, but at this time Tony Stark, just looking at the ceramic shards in his hand, silently reached for a tissue and wiped the water droplets on his palm.

"The inoculation process was perfect. This desperate virus re-nourished the nearly exhausted organs in your body, and also helped you melt the rushing shrapnel in your blood vessels."

Saibo said relaxedly while drinking tea:

"The damage of palladium to your body is a thing of the past. Now you are healthier than 99% of the people in the world. Even if you don't wear your armor, there are not many people in the world who can deal with you."

Tony kept his face down and said nothing, Seber didn't seem to see the bad expression on his face, he continued:

"The only bad thing is that before you can control your emotions well, it's best not to play some exciting activities with your female companions, so as to cause an intensified reaction of the Extremis Virus, and your control of power is also difficult. Professional practice is required."

He turned his head to look at Miss Potts with a gratified expression:

"If you don't want to endure him breaking all kinds of things for a month, you'd better live in another environment."

Seber stood up, stepped forward, patted Tony on the shoulder, and joked in a low voice:

"I know it's hard for you to be abstinent for a while, but it's necessary, enjoy your abstinence time."

"click"

His wrist was clasped by Tony, who raised his head and looked at him with complicated eyes:

"It went dark before my eyes, and I turned into a monster when I woke up again. This feeling is somewhat uncomfortable, but... I still want to thank you."

Saber looked into those eyes, lowered his voice, and sighed:

"You're still blaming me for not telling you before the injection, right? Or do you think I'm using you as a test subject?"

Tony was silent, but that silence was an answer in itself.

"Look, I took a picture of your situation at that time."

Saibo took out the phone from his pocket, picked out the screen and showed it to Tony:

"At that time, you were hit by a human bomb, and you were already in a state of severe shock. You were seriously injured and on the verge of death. If I didn't give you an injection on the spot, you might even be in danger of leaving that underground base. You should act urgently. I think you should understand."

"I can understand."

Tony Stark, who has an extremely egotistical personality, faintly let go of his conspiracy theory about this matter after seeing the photo. He sighed and looked at his hands in a daze. The orange light is like magma flowing in the blood vessels:

"I just... I just can't accept that I am no longer a pure human being. I have always been proud of this identity. I fight with my head and wisdom instead of a brutal body. Now I look like Like a fire-breathing monster."

He raised his head and looked at Saibo with a complicated expression: "Do you know this feeling?"

"I don't know, because I have never lived as a pure human being, but I can probably imagine it, just when those ordinary people pointed their noses and scolded monsters."

Saibo patted him on the shoulder sincerely, and said in a low voice: "Don't think too much, saving a life is already a very good result, think about the good in everything, at least you can live a healthy life for a long time now , without making Miss Potts sad, you probably don't know..."

Seber glanced at Pozzi, then lowered his voice again:

"During your serious illness, Miss Potts has made up her mind that if you die, she will be buried for you. This is a good woman, don't let her down."

"Um."

Tony nodded. People with high IQs look at problems somewhat differently from ordinary people. Smart people like Tony Stark often have self-persistence, and few people can help him mediate his inner anger. Can do it on their own.

Saibo, wearing sunglasses, walked out of Tony's villa. Chandler's car was parked at the gate of the villa. Saibo sat on it. The moment the car started, the window rolled up. Saibo took a last look at the villa. Pick up the phone:

"Hello, Professor Hawkins, have you received the sample?"

"Use the fastest time to analyze and see if it can be copied. I don't want to reach the level of the original version. What I want is popularization. Understand? Everyone can use it, even if the effect is reduced to less than 30%! "

He hung up the phone, took out a silver-white syringe from the box at hand, and picked it up. In the dim light inside the car, the purple liquid emitted some kind of chaotic and thick light, like Like the spectrum that is refracted into many colors.

Saibo closed his eyes, flipped the syringe in his hand, the needle pierced into the blood vessel, and the purple liquid quickly flowed into his body.

At the same time, on the other side, in the warehouse management office at the mouth of the Hudson River in New York, in one of the staff lounges, Ivan Vanke in disguise was leaning against the window with a cigarette in his hand, looking like He looked like a dock worker who was taking a break from his busy schedule, but from his vigilant gaze, it could be seen that this guy was not an ordinary person.

"click"

The door of the lounge was pushed open from the outside, and Ivan quickly took out a pistol from his arms and put it on the head of the guy who entered the lounge.

"Hey! Put down this dangerous thing, I'm here to help you!"

Agent Sylvet looked at Ivan without changing his expression. This bald agent wore gold-rimmed glasses, and he was not afraid of Ivan, who exuded a beastly aura all over his body. Even if the guy in front of him was injected with the Extremis virus, he could kill him with a wave of his hand.

Ivan obviously didn't trust him. The Russian desperado took a step back without putting down the pistol in his hand. He said in heavily accented English:

"The Ten Rings were betrayed by someone. They said it was SHIELD, but I know... SHIELD has no way to clearly get the layout of each layer of defense in the heavily guarded base."

A cold light flashed in Ivan's brown eyes:

"It's you! Hydra betrayed the Ten Rings Gang! Isn't it?"

"Yes or no...it's pointless!"

Agent Sylvet took off his glasses and sat on the sofa at one side under the threat of gunpoint. He crossed his legs and looked at Ivan Vanke calmly:

"It's not easy to escape the siege of the devil gang, Ivan, are you sure you want to waste it here? Look, your former employer is dead, and the nanobots in your blood can't control you anymore , I mean, why don't you find a new owner who can pay the starting price?"

"It really is you!"

Ivan's expression became ugly, and he took a step back again, to the end of the lounge. There was originally a pile of construction materials covered with waterproof canvas, but now, more dangerous things were piled there.

"What if I say no?"

The mechanic master from Russia stretched out his hand to hold the tarpaulin on his back, and pulled it down hard. A large dark red mecha in a static standby state appeared in front of Agent Silvert. He reached out and put the pistol Putting it in his arms, he stretched out his left hand, and the large armor behind him also stretched out his left hand fiercely, making a rude gesture towards Agent Sylvet.

The latter flashed his eyes and said in a low voice:

"Nothing will happen, I will watch you get on the plane back to Russia, or a cargo ship, but your plan to revenge Stark is about to fail, as far as I know, Stark injected Extremis last night The virus is more advanced than the one you injected."

These words made Ivan's expression change, and he said calmly:

"Even if there is no Extremis virus, I will be able to kill him sooner or later!"

Although there seemed to be no reaction, Agent Sylvet keenly noticed Ivan's clenched fist for a moment. He smiled and reached out and tapped on the table:

"Admit it, Ivan, you are no longer his opponent. Whether it is the mecha or your own physical fitness, you are behind him! And as time goes by, the speed at which you fall behind will only increase. quick!"

"Shut up!"

The cold pistol touched Agent Sylvet's neck, and Ivan's expression became ferocious: "Shut up! You bastard!"

"Anyone can bluff, Ivan Vanke, I think you should be more aware of the situation!"

The big bald agent stared fearlessly at Ivan who might pull the trigger at any time, and he said loudly:

"Now we are the only ones who can help you fulfill your long-cherished wish! Whether to cooperate or just kill me here, you can choose for yourself. I don't think a smart person like you will choose the wrong answer... What the Ten Rings Gang can give you , Hydra will only give you more!"

"swish"

Ivan retracted the pistol, sparks of anger danced in his eyes, and the orange light on his fists became brighter and brighter. It seemed that he might smash Agent Silvert in front of him to pieces at any time, but after more than ten seconds, he He turned around and punched the wall, then took a deep breath:

"What do you want from me?"

The bald agent's eyes sparkled, and he whispered, "We only want one thing, your loyalty."

"hehe"

Ivan sneered, picked up a bottle of vodka from the table, and gulped it down: "What a big appetite!"

"This shows that we can give you a lot."

The bald agent snorted: "Hydra will provide you with everything you need...and help you revive your family business. Dr. Anton should have built an industrial empire comparable to Stark Industries. These We can all compensate you, and when necessary, we will even create a 1V1 battlefield between you and Stark,"

"Sounds great."

Ivan closed his eyes and said casually, "Then it's a deal. I hope you don't live as short-lived as the Ten Rings Gang."

"Chop off one head, and grow two in place...We are different from the Ten Rings Gang. You can rest assured in this regard."

Two hours later, on the top floor of the delta wing building, where the World Security Council is located, in one of the offices, Agent Sylvite just reported the progress of the operation to the old man in front of him.

"So, that Ivan is ours now?"

Alexander Pierce, who was sitting on a chair, narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment, then nodded: "You did a good job, Sylvet, the addition of such a person will indeed strengthen our strength in a short period of time, but don't Focus on him."

"You mean 'insight plan'?"

Agent Sylvet pushed his glasses, and a look of embarrassment flashed in his eyes:

"Fury kept that plan very tight. We just know that he intends to use a weapon to destroy S.H.I.E.L.D.'s opponents at once, but what weapon? Where? How to locate it, we don't know at all. ..”

"No...it's just that you don't know."

Pierce took out a document from the drawer and handed it to Sylvester: "Destroy it after reading it. Due to your excellent work this period of time, you have passed Fury's review and should be transferred to Insight soon." In the planning project team."

The former director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Fury's half-teacher and life-and-death comrade-in-arms, and the current World Security Council director, Mr. Pierce, seemed a little out of energy. He rubbed his forehead and whispered:

"This plan was originally proposed by us. Dr. Zola specially designed a complete set of algorithms for it, but it was later handed over to Fury by me to execute it. Silvert, I need you to arrange our people into it, and speed up the progress of the plan..."

The bald agent heard a hint of ominousness from Pierce's words, and he lowered his voice:

"Your Excellency, has the situation gotten so bad? Don't we still have the advantage?"

"The advantage is only temporary. Their high-end combat power is much more than ours...and Fury was single-handedly selected by me. I know exactly how powerful he is and how ruthless he is."

The backbone veteran of Hydra frowned like a hunter bitten by a prey and said:

"This time he would rather cut off his own arm, and would rather commit himself to cooperating with forces like the Devil Gang, in order to eliminate all the distrustful people hidden inside S.H.I.E.L.D. Struggling hard...the insight plan would be a good idea to divert attention."

Pierce leaned back on the chair, slightly closed his eyes, and said softly:

"Even if things go to the worst and we have three Apocalypse-class warships in hand, we can take the initiative. Fury thinks he can bring S.H.I.E.L.D. back to life? Hehe, he can't even keep his old subordinates... By the way, Do you have any ideas, Sylvet, about finding the remaining Winter Soldier?"

Hearing this question, Sylvester's eyes changed, and a strange feminine smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but it was fleeting:

"I have already made a careful plan. This time, I will personally lead the team, and I will definitely bring back the scroll that fell into Saibo's hands...Hail Hydra!!"