Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

"Click"

The ceramic cup held in the hand was squeezed into pieces, and the fragrant black tea was scattered in the ground. It is reasonable to say that when touched by the hot liquid, there will be a subconscious dodge process, but at this time Tony Stark, just looking at the ceramic fragments in his hand, reached out silently to pick up the tissue and wiped the water droplets on his palm.

"The vaccination process is perfect, this desperate virus nourishes the organs in your body that are nearly depleted, and also helps you melt the shrapnel in the blood vessels."

While drinking tea, Saiber said easily:

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

Tony Shen didn't speak on this face. Cyber ​​didn't seem to see the bad expression on his face. He continued to say:

"The only bad thing is probably that before you can control your emotions in good condition, it is best not to play some stimulating activities with your female companions in order to provoke the intensified reaction of the desperate virus, and also your control of strength. Need professional practice."

He turned his head to look at the pleased Miss Poze:

"If you don't want to endure him squeezing various things for a month in a row, you better live in another environment."

Cyber ​​stood up and stepped forward, patting on Tony's shoulder and jokingly whispered:

"I know that abstinence can be hard for you for a while, but it is necessary. Enjoy your abstinence time."

"Click"

His wrist was caught by Tony, who raised his head and looked at him with a complex look:

"It was dark in front of me. When I woke up again, I became a monster. This kind of feeling is a little uncomfortable, but... thank you.

Cyber ​​looked at those eyes, he lowered his voice and sighed:

"You are still blaming me, blaming me for not telling you before the injection, right? Or, you think I think you are a test article?"

Tony was silent, but the silence itself was an answer.

"Look, I photographed your situation at that time."

Cyber ​​took the phone from his pocket and picked out the screen to show Tony:

"At that time, you were hit by a human bomb and you were in a state of serious shock and serious injury. If you don't give you an injection on the spot, you may even be dangerous to leave that underground base. You have to worry about things. I think you should understand."

"I can understand."

Tony Stark, who was extremely selfish, saw the picture and then put down the conspiracy theory on the matter. He sighed and looked at his hands with some helplessness. The orange-red light is like magma flowing in the blood vessels:

"I just... I just can't accept it. I'm no longer a pure human being. I have always been proud of this identity. I use my head to fight with wisdom instead of a brutal body. Now I look like It's like a monster who breathes fire in its mouth."

He raised his head and looked at Cyber ​​with a complex look: "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 before the ordinary people pointed at their noses and scolded monsters."

Cyber ​​sincerely patted him on the shoulder and whispered: "Don't think about it, it's a very good result to save a life. Think about the benefits in all things. At least now you can live a healthy life for a long time. , Without having to make Miss Poz sad, you probably don’t know..."

Cyber ​​glanced at Poz and lowered his voice again:

"During the period when you were seriously ill, Miss Poz 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."

"Ok."

Tony nodded. People with high IQs have somewhat different standards than ordinary people. Smart people like Tony Stark often have self-persistence, and few people can help him mediate his inner anger. Can come by themselves.

Saber with sunglasses walked out of Tony's villa, Chandler's car stopped at the door of the villa, and Saber sat up. At the moment the car started, the window shook, and Saber finally glanced at the villa, Touch the phone:

"Hey, Professor Hawkins, have you received the samples?"

"Use the fastest time to analyze to see if it can be copied. I don't ask for the original version. What I want is universality. Understand? Everyone can use it, even if the effect is reduced to below 30%! "

He hung up the phone, took a silver syringe from the box in his hand, picked it up, and in the dim light of the car, the purple liquid exuded some kind of chaotic and heavy light, like The spectrum that is refracted into many colors is the same.

Cyber ​​closed his eyes, the syringe in his hand turned over, the needle pierced 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 of the Hudson River estuary in New York, in one of the employee lounges, Ivan Vanke, who was dressed up, leaned against the window with a cigarette in his hand, and it looked like Like a docker who is busy in the busy, but from his alert eyes, this guy is not an ordinary person.

"Click"

The lounge door was pushed away from the outside, and Ivan quickly pulled a pistol out of his arms and touched the head of the guy who entered the lounge.

"Hey! Let go of this dangerous thing, I'm here to help you!"

Agent Sylvet looked at Ivan without changing his face. The bald agent with gold glasses didn't fear Ivan, who had a beast-like atmosphere all over his body, even if the guy in front of him was injected with the desperate virus and waved his hand to kill him.

Ivan apparently didn't trust him. This desperate man from Russia took a step back and did not put down the pistol in his hand. He said in a very accented English:

"The Ten Commandments were betrayed by others. They said it was SHIELD, but I know... SHIELD can't clearly get the layout of every layer of defense in the heavily guarded base."

A cold light flashed in Ivan's brown eyes:

"It's you! The Hydra betrayed the Ten Commandments! Right?"

"Yes or not... it makes no sense!"

Agent Silvert took off his glasses and sat on the side of the sofa under the intimidation of the gun. He tilted his legs and looked at Ivan Vanke indifferently:

"It's not easy to escape a life from 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 price?"

"It really is you!"

Ivan's expression looked ugly, he took a step back again, and backed to the last side of the lounge, where there was originally a pile of construction materials covered with waterproof canvas, but now, there are more dangerous things piled up there.

"What if I say no?"

The mechanical master from Russia reached out to hold the waterproof canvas behind him and slammed it down. A dark red, large mecha in a stand-by state appeared in the eyes of Agent Hewitt. He reached for the pistol. Don't hold it in your arms and stretch out your left hand. The large armor behind you also stretched out your left hand fiercely, making a rude gesture towards Agent Silvert.

The latter blinked and whispered:

"Nothing will happen, I will watch you on a plane back to Russia, or a cargo ship, but your plan to avenge Stark is about to collapse. As far as I know, Stark was injected into desperation last night. The virus is more advanced than the one you injected."

This sentence changed Ivan's expression, and he said calmly:

"Even if there is no desperate virus, I will kill him sooner or later!"

Although it didn't seem to respond, Agent Silvert was keenly aware of Ivan's fist clenched for a moment. He stretched out his hand and nodded on the table:

"Admit it, Ivan, you are no longer his opponent, whether it is mecha or your own physical fitness, you are behind him! And as time goes by, your backward speed will only increase fast!"

"To shut up!"

The cold pistol touched Agent Silvert's neck, and Ivan's expression became grim: "Shut up! You're all shit!"

"Everyone will be bluffing, Ivan Vanke, I think you should better understand the situation!"

The big bald agent looked at him without fear and may pull the trigger at any time, he said aloud:

"Now we can help you fulfill your long-cherished wish, only us! Is it cooperation, or just kill me here, you choose it yourself, I don’t think a smart person like you will choose the wrong answer... The Ten Commandments can give you , Hydra will only give you more!"

"Uh"

Ivan withdrew his pistol, a spark of anger was beating in his eyes, the orange-red light on his fists became brighter, and it seemed possible to break Agent Hewitt into pieces at any time, but after a dozen seconds, he Turned around and punched the wall, then took a deep breath:

"What do you want from me?"

The bald agent's eyes flickered and whispered, "We only need one thing, your loyalty."

"Ha ha"

Ivan sneered, took a bottle of vodka from the table, and swallowed it: "It's a big appetite!"

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

The bald agent snorted: "The Hydra will provide you with everything you need... and can 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 battlefield between you and Stark 1V1,"

"It sounds very good."

Ivan said casually with his eyes closed: "Then deal, I hope you don't live as short as the Ten Commandments."

"Cut off a head and grow two on the spot... We are different from the Ten Commandments, you can rest assured in this regard."

Two hours later, in one of the offices on the top floor of the Delta Wing, the seat of the World Security Council, Agent Hewitt had just reported the operation to the old man in front of him.

"So, that Ivan is ours now?"

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

"You mean "Insight Plan"?"

Agent Hewitt pushed his glasses, and a flash of hardness flashed in his eyes:

"Fury has put that plan very tightly, we just know that he intends to use one weapon to destroy the S.H.I.E.L.D. opponents at one time, and what kind of weapon is used? Where? Where is it located? .."

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

Pierce took out a document from the drawer and handed it to Hewitt: "After reading it, destroy it. Your excellent work in this period of time. You have passed Fury's review and should soon be transferred to insight. Among the project team."

The former Director of SHIELD, half of Fury’s teacher and life-and-death comrades, and Mr. Pierce, the current director of the World Security Council, seemed to be out of energy. He rubbed his forehead and whispered:

"This plan was originally proposed by us. Dr. Zola specially designed a complete algorithm for it, but it was later handed over to Fury by me, and he will execute it. Helvett, I need you to arrange our People enter and speed up the progress of this plan..."

Agent Bald heard something unclear from Pierce's words. He lowered his voice:

"Your Excellency, is the situation so bad? Are we still taking advantage?"

"The advantage is only temporary, their high-end fighting power is much more than ours... and Fury was pulled out by me, how big his energy and how ruthless my heart is."

This veteran veteran of the backbone is like a hunter bitten by his prey, frowning and saying:

"This time he would rather cut his own arm and would rather commit himself to cooperate with forces like the Devil Gang, in order to eliminate all the untrusted people hidden inside the SHIELD. This is simply a game of losing both sides and can no longer be left to him. The tough struggle is going on...The insight plan will be a good idea to divert your attention."

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

"Even if things go to the worst, with three Apocalypse-class battleships at hand, we can still take the initiative. Fury thought he could bring SHIELD back to life? Ha ha, he couldn't even keep his old men... right. Helvett, do you have any clue about finding the remaining Winter Soldiers?"

Hearing this problem, Silveret’s eyes changed a little, and a strange feminine smile appeared in the corner of his mouth, but it was fleeting:

"I have made a careful plan, this time, I personally lead the team, I will definitely bring back the scroll that fell in the hands of Cyber... HailHydra!!!"