i screwed up marvel

Chapter 165 Portal is like Diarrhea

Martin flew away in his company's helicopter.

After landing on the top apron of the Stan Industrial Building, I saw Natasha waiting here.

The hot black widow walked quickly and handed the box in her hand to Martin: "We use this as a temporary base. Fury asked me to give you this scepter for safekeeping. He believes that you will not be killed by this thing." Influence, and don't forget, if you study it, you must ensure safety, and you must be present, and there is bad news from Iron Man..."

Martin took the box, plus the reagent box he brought over, one in each hand, interrupted her:

"Hey, beauty, this is my site, who gave the corned egg the right to set it up as a base? Even if it's just temporary..."

"It's a temporary base for the Avengers."

Natasha's laughing words made Martin speechless, after all, he was also a member of the Avengers.

"All right, I agree."

Natasha pointed in another direction and said: "SHIELD is on the space carrier in the bay." Then, she pointed in another direction: "General Ross is on standby at the harbor, and the military has also mobilized an aircraft carrier .”

Martin Ha smiled: "The military responded so quickly this time? Why is there no National Guard?"

"They are too weak. I don't know which expert made the assessment. The combat effectiveness of the National Guard was rated as negative in New York street fighting, not as good as the NYPD SWAT team."

"Negative numbers? Can only help? I think it makes sense. I'm going to go down and make some preparations. Oh, I think there—"

Before he finished speaking, he felt a wave of energy coming from the direction of Stark Tower that made his heart tremble: "It seems to have begun."

"Oh cake!"

Under Natasha's shocked eyes, a ray of energy shot straight into the sky at the top of the Stark Tower, stopped in mid-air, and then a dark door slowly opened under the clouds...

"keep in touch!"

Martin yelled, put on his earphones, and hurried down.

In the empty hall here, a large drone had already parked. His old friend Harp was sitting in front of a circle of computers with a joystick.

"Martin, tell me it's not true! I thought you were just asking me to play with your new toy!"

Martin stepped forward to give the old guy a hug, and then looked at his new Shamat hairstyle and joked, "What? Another young secretary? She likes your hairstyle?"

"I'll talk about the hairstyle later!"

Hap was a little crazy at this time, pointing forward with a vibrato and shouting: "Don't you know?! What the hell is that? Don't tell me it's Stark's new technology, I don't believe it!"

"Alien invasion, I told you to treat it as a hunting game, you just need to put our magic fort on the top of that door, I can't believe others, the operating system is also imitating the one you played drone."

When Martin spoke, he had already inserted the reagent tube in his hand into a concave groove of the drone.

call--!
A gust of cold wind blew out from the drone, blowing the hall down a few degrees out of thin air.

"Walter the Fuck?!"

Harp looked away, looking at the drone he was about to drive, still dumbfounded: "Don't tell me this is also alien technology."

"I modified the drone myself, but it's okay for you to say that. The thing inside is really the core energy source of an alien planet."

Harp let out a strong breath: "It's already a step slower, those guys who look like wasps are the enemy." Then, he put his hands on the joystick and started the drone.

A gust of wind blew in the hall.

Car-sized drones buzzed.

Martin had already helped him open the floor-to-ceiling windows at this time, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, if the swarm of wasps don't come, our large drone takes off like a siren in the dark, and it might be shot down."

Harp drove the drone out steadily, flew to high altitude, set the direction, and moved forward at full speed, and he was slightly relieved.

It takes another 2 minutes for the drone to reach the target location.

"Dude, to be honest, a year ago I would never have thought that the few of us would become like this and face this kind of thing." Happ's voice was still trembling, obviously he hadn't completely shaken off the tension.

These 2 minutes of "free time" reminded him of a few friends in the Gamma Lab back then, and he felt a little emotional for a while.

"Yeah, I wouldn't have imagined that Bruce turned himself into a green fat man, I became a military supplier, you became a playboy, and only Betty persisted in scientific research as always."

Harp narrowed his eyes and glanced at Martin: "You are not just a supplier. It has been spread all over the circle. Some people say that you are the more successful green fat, and others say that you are the second Stark. Why? Why don't you go up and try?" ?”

He has already seen through the perspective of the drone that several groups of people in the distance have already met the first wave of intruders.

"I don't need a big boss like me to play in such a small scene, let them play for a while, why do I watch the door spray aliens down, like...diarrhea..."

puff!
Happ laughed. "Shit! Don't make me laugh! I'm afraid I'll drop your plane."

Martin smiled, and turned his gaze to the surrounding Stark Tower, where the battle had already begun.

He shook the box with the scepter in his hand, thinking to himself: I don’t know when someone told me to use it to stop the space door, so I can’t let me go to the top of the Stark Tower with the scepter to poke the machine.

If he did that, it would be hard to explain.

……

The moment the space door opened, the Chitauri fighters who had already been ready in outer space opened their eyes one after another.

The small aircraft of the two started and rushed towards the portal.

The portal was a little small at first, and it seemed a little congested for a while.

Therefore, although the number of aircraft is endless, it has not reached a desperate number.

Tony Stark, who was facing this scene, looked up in disbelief.

But soon, the eyes hidden under the visor were full of determination and determination again.

"Come on! Alien army!"

On the display screen inside the visor, the light blue status bar dimmed, moved aside, and the red weapon list was displayed.

Stark's steel armor crouched slightly, then soared into the sky.

With the help of the thrusters on the back, the new Mark VII Armor is more flexible than the Chitauri flying machine and rushes head-on, shooting with both hands non-stop, and each shock wave can kill a Chitauri soldier or flying machine.

However, as the altitude increased, the density of the Zeta Swiss soldiers became greater, and Mark VII could not completely dodge it, and bumped into each other one after another.

Stark narrowed his eyes slightly, and immediately opened the weapon compartments on his shoulders, opened the external miniature missiles, and the honeycomb launch chamber was filled with densely packed warheads.

Puff puff……

Dozens of missiles were shot out, carrying a string of smoke, infrared tracking targets, every shot must hit, and soon detonated dozens of Chitauri aircraft, killing a wave of intruders.

Stark's victories were brilliant, but he still couldn't stop the swarm of invaders.

In a short period of time, the Chitauri army poured in thousands of troops, and quickly dispersed, spreading to other areas of Manhattan.

Chitauri soldiers fired wildly, whether it was panicked crowds or cars, they all became their targets, and the whole of New York instantly became a battlefield, full of flames and explosions.

(End of this chapter)