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Chapter 56 Standing on the side of justice

Of the two people who walked out of General Ross's office one after another, Obadiah was proud of his horseshoe disease, and Martin was worried and annoyed.

Martin's name company, even if he has nothing to do with it, is still in his name!

The point is that the old bald man is the big villain!

How could the big villain not have an accident!
Martin looked at the greasy bald head full of bad water going away, why did he want to slap him to death so much!

Unfortunately not now!

I'm so angry!
Forget it, don't want him, go fight!

After half an hour.

Thunderclap's secret training ground.

A group of fat green men wearing only underpants lay on the ground panting heavily, their bodies shrinking gradually.

Martin had just been hugged by Emile Bronski's thigh and fell to the ground, and was crushed by him at this time.

"Emile! Your sweat is killing me!"

Martin shouted muffled.

Bronski turned over and laughed loudly: "Finally I've turned you over, I didn't expect you to be so powerful now!"

Martin was gasping for breath, and being "take turns" by ten green fat men, even the green fat men who were as strong as him and stronger in defense, he couldn't bear it.

Thanks to the boots that Stark built him, he's only able to make it this far.

"Recently, your strength has increased a bit, but it depends more on equipment. That old bald donkey Obadiah has been controlled by the general in the barracks. You can apply for him to design new equipment for you when you have time."

"He can still do design?"

Bronski asked curiously, "He should be just an arms dealer."

Martin nodded: "That's right, he's far worse than Tony Stark, the key is that he has bad intentions, but he has a team, and there should be some engineers who are willing to mix with him, at least his armor is very domineering. "

Bronski fully recovered his body shape, completely slumped on the ground, wiped his sweat with his cuffs and said, "We don't need any armor for the time being, we don't even have full control over our own body, and we can't operate too sophisticated weapons, I hope You can research some medicines to speed up recovery."

Next to him, the team members who recovered their shape first sat up, took off their specially-made battle uniforms, exposed their sweaty arms, and said to Martin: "Dude, our boss is right, it feels great to transform every time, but It’s empty when you’re done having fun, but the task may not be completed, just like a chick telling you that she still wants it, it’s really hard, ha!”

Several people around laughed.

Martin smiled: "Betty has newly developed a medicine that can increase the strength of ordinary people. I think it should also have some effect on you, and so far there are no obvious side effects. Who of you wants to try it?"

"Wow!"

"I'll come first!"

"Fuck you! I'll do it!"

"Give me a try!"

"The last time you had blood drawn, you said you were afraid of pain!"

"Last time, Playboy showed it to you first! This time it's my turn!"

"stop!"

Amidst the noisy voices, Bronski yelled and quickly quieted everyone down.

He looked at Martin and said with a smile, "You promised me that you will use it for me first."

Martin made an OK gesture: "Find me tomorrow."

"Why did you come to the base today?" Bronski asked, "Isn't it just to fight with us, it's not like your style."

Martin briefly told him about the Iron Bully last night.

Bronski shook his head regretfully: "It's a pity that we are a little far away, otherwise the general will definitely let us go. I really want to fight with that big iron guy. It must be more enjoyable than beating you. You are like a flea. You can't catch it for a long time. .”

Martin rolled his eyes: "I call it a strategic shift!"

Being besieged by a group of green and fat guys, it takes a lot of courage to dare to fight head-on.

And to be honest, he couldn't even beat half of the green and fat team if he fought hard.

After a meal at the team's base, they took their helicopter home.

Now the new laboratory is their home.

At the door of the laboratory, when he saw Betty running towards him with open arms, Martin immediately forgot all his unhappiness.

He smiled and hugged Betty: "That's why I like to go home, and I will be happy when you are there."

Betty touched Martin's face and said apologetically, "Did my dad make things difficult for you again?"

Martin nodded, then shook his head again: "He gave me a problem, but it's not his fault. Your husband has another company under his name, and it's still destined to be a notorious arms company..."

The two entered the room, and Martin would give a general account of Obadiah.

Betty couldn't believe it: "Arms smuggling! There are also suspicions of supporting terrorists, so let's forget it?!"

Martin curled his lips: "Otherwise? I didn't understand it before, but I figured it out later.

Although those charges are serious, but the CIA does these things every day, who can do anything to them?
A sentence for the interests of the United States covers up all evils. "

When the two were talking about these troubles, another person who was upset came to the door.

"Colson?"

Martin opened the door and saw the visitor from S.H.I.E.L.D. He smiled and shook hands with him: "I hope you didn't come to trouble me."

Coulson smiled bitterly and shook his head: "We have enough troubles of our own. The trouble you caused last time is not over yet. Since no one cares about your car, I hope you can give us a little help."

He pointed to the black off-road vehicle that Martin had privately occupied at the door.

Martin shrugged, "Fuck me, I'm getting bored to death myself, so I don't have time to bother with you."

Besides, the messier you are, the better.

Coulson sat down, took a sip of the coffee that Betty brought over, and began to pour bitter water: "I grew up watching Captain America's inspirational promotional videos, and joining S.H.I.E.L.D. is also to inherit Captain America's ideals and protect the world. Peace and stability, protection of human safety...

I have found some inexplicable tasks before, the effect is only to suppress one party and support the other.I thought that was the way we work and the way the world works.

But recently I realized that we are actually just a tool, a tool of those big countries and interest groups...

What disgusts me even more is that there is a dark force within us..."

Martin smiled slightly, if I told you that your S.H.I.E.L.D. is the North American branch of Hydra, the enemy that Captain America has been desperately trying to eliminate, would you have a heart attack?
"It's good for you to have this self-knowledge. You are tool people."

Under Coulson's surprised gaze, Martin said slowly: "But there are good and bad tool people, let yourself stand on the side of justice and become a tool of justice, maybe you won't have so many troubles."

Coulson looked at him silently, without speaking.

Martin narrowed his eyes and said, "I can't represent justice, but at least I won't join evil.

You know S.H.I.E.L.D. is a piece of shit, you guys have proven it and keep proving it, don't deny it. "

Martin held up his hand for Coulson to continue listening.

"So, don't get caught up in your shit-shield bureau. Your current confusion is also easy to solve, at least for you personally, some people are born on the side of justice, as long as you choose to stand with them, such as Tony Stark."

"Oh?" Coulson was a little surprised. "I didn't expect you to say that. I heard that your relationship is not very good recently."

"My relationship with him has always been good or bad."

Martin explained with a smile: "He is such a person, a self-righteous idiot, a genius with negative emotional intelligence, he will make mistakes, but he will not do evil."

(End of this chapter)