Transformers In Marvel

The people in the Stark Tower watched a bright yellow sports car drive into the elevator with strange eyes. The yellow sports car was still under the eyes of everyone, and it made a small drift, which just happened to put the entire car body sideways into the elevator, and the shortest distance between it and the door was even less than one centimeter.

The whole process is smooth and smooth, and it is simply a beautiful enjoyment.

The elevator went straight to the top floor. Here is Tony's private office. The layout is comparable to a luxurious villa, and there are a lot of precious drinks that most attract the old bartender.

Tang's Manor also has these wines, and even if they don't have them, they can be obtained by various means, but the old bartender didn't come here just for drinking.

What's more, it's just to meet old friends in the last days. Tony is one of the few guys he can get along with.

"Do you need me to find some beauties?" Tony raised his eyebrows, joking.

The old bartender smiled wryly, and sat down with difficulty while supporting the luxury sofa: "Do you think my body can still bear it?"

"Hey, old man, I was just joking, don't you take it seriously?" Tony looked surprised, making people want to punch him.

The old bartender chuckled, his face turned unhealthily pale, he could clearly feel the passage of life. The old guy randomly picked up a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet and poured a glass.

The bumblebee turned into a human form and made a squeaking sound. After several trials, it was finally able to barely make a sound.

"This is... wine? It's no different from me... lubricant." Bumblebee stared at a pair of eyes, and the "eyelids" around the eyes rolled a few times. In an instant, a large amount of analysis data was transmitted to his mind.

He stretched out two thick metal fingers, hesitated again and again, carefully pinched the small wine glass, imitated the old bartender, poured it into his mouth, and deliberately babbled.

The old bartender laughed heartily.

"A drinking artificial intelligence?" Tony looked surprised.

"He's not artificial intelligence... Forget it, I'll tell you later, I came to you for other things." The old bartender sipped a few drops of wine, put down his glass and stopped touching each other, with a strange look on his face. flushed, full of sickness.

"Go ahead."

"That fellow Coulson, is he still recruiting you to join a team of what?" the old bartender asked, and looked at the large number of steel armors lined up around the house.

"Well, a super boys' team, but I'm not interested, that guy refuses to let me lead—I hate letting others lead me, and I hate letting others tell me what to do, especially men."

While talking, Tony looked at the old bartender worriedly. He was really worried that the old guy would collapse suddenly.

The old bartender pondered for a while, and then slowly said: "Actually, it's not a bad thing for you to join this kind of team, but the premise is that you can lead the team members to go out alone, and not become the pawns of S.H.I.E.L.D...."

"You want me to join that team and kick S.H.I.E.L.D.? Good idea." Tony mused, maybe it wasn't just the old bartender's idea, but Downey wanted him to do it.

This kind of thing, in fact, Tony will do this sooner or later. When the politician attributes of S.H.I.E.L.D. are constantly exposed, Tony, who is rich and powerful, will inevitably take away the Avengers to do it alone and get rid of the shackles of S.H.I.E.L.D.

The old bartender quickly chatted about other things, and changed the subject without a trace. Taking time out, the old bartender subconsciously observed Tony's forehead, as if he wanted to see something through the skull, although he was just purely curious.

...

In the vast starry sky, a huge fleet is moving forward in silence.

This is the fleet of the notorious Chitauri. The Chitauri are loyal lackeys of Thanos. They have followed Thanos to destroy planets for many years, and their reputation has long been stigmatized.

There are many who hate them, and even more who fear them.

The evil god Loki was wearing his Asgardian costume, with an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, and an inexplicable gleam in his sinister eyes.

In his right hand, he held the scepter tightly.

"I thought Thanos would send the dark sect to assist me, but I didn't expect to send you..." Loki showed an uncomfortable smile on his face.

"Shut up, son of Odin, the little earth is not going to go to war. Not only can we Chitauri people do it, but we can do it better than the dark sect! We Chitauri people will use brilliant results Prove your worth—as for you, you are nothing more than a dispensable guy," said the Chitauri leader in a low voice.

Many Chitauri laughed lowly, making no secret of their disdain for Loki.

A son of a god king who looks like a lost dog, hehehe...

"Are you guys jealous?" Loki asked, not annoyed at all.

The Chitauri's laughter stopped abruptly, and everyone looked angry. The Chitauri people here are all high-level members of the legion, fully armed, wearing high-alloy armor, tall and burly, giving people a lot of pressure.

"Are you provoking us?" The leader stood up abruptly, walked over, stretched out his finger, and tapped Loki's chest hard. The huge force made Loki snort, "Remember your identity, Mr. Thanos is For the sake of Odin, I gave you this opportunity to show your value, to conquer the small earth, you still have to rely on us Chitauri, even if I kill you now, Lord Thanos will not say anything."

Loki turned the scepter sideways, and the skillful movement gave him the illusion that he was still ruling Asgard with the spear of eternity in his hand. After a moment of trance, he showed a sinister expression, "You can try , This scepter was handed over to me by Thanos himself, it is impossible for you not to know what it means. I need your army, and you also need me who is familiar with the earth."

Loki squeezed out a sincere smile: "I believe we can get along."

The Chitauri was silent for a while before reluctantly nodding his head, agreeing somewhat sullenly. Their masters are optimistic about Loki for some reason, and there is nothing they can do.

No matter what you do, you can't get rid of Loki, let alone kill Loki, otherwise Thanos' moody and bad temper...

The Chitauri dispersed one after another, each of them looked at Loki with cold and disdainful eyes, and their figures gradually disappeared into the hall, leaving only Loki alone.

The smile gradually faded away, and was replaced by gloomy and indifferent. Loki looked down at the scepter, his eyes narrowed. With his rich knowledge reserves and experiments during this period, he has almost figured out what the scepter is. Son.

The scepter itself is indeed a treasure, but more importantly, it is undoubtedly the jewel inlaid on the top.

Mind Gem.

As the prince of Asgard, coupled with his age of 1,500 years, the knowledge he has come into contact with is unimaginable. Even if he has not really come into contact with things like infinite gems, he has a detailed understanding.

Danger and opportunity coexist, and this is the Infinity Stone.

"Thanos, give me this gem..." Loki pondered, his eyes flickering, he never minded to speculate on others with the greatest malice, let alone Thanos.

The thin figure stood up slowly, and Loki took a step forward, full of aristocratic air, and the strength of his hand became even more unnaturally strong.

He already knows what to do, Thanos is not a fool, and he is not Loki.

Only the Chitauri are, a bunch of haughty idiots who are obsessed with loyalty to Lord Thanos and are nothing more than a ridiculous weapon at best.

Thanos still has many such weapons in his hands.

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