I Have A Good Opinion In Marvel

Chapter 392

In terms of agent authority level and status within S.H.I.E.L.D, Lyon may be higher than the bald brother.

However, the bald brother is not Lyon’s subordinate, and does not need to be completely obedient to him.

What’s more, Fury told him before sending him over to deal with this matter, and asked them to discuss it, not to let him follow Leon’s arrangements…

“As it is, our job is to block the news, control the situation, and protect the people!”

“Then you think we want to block the news now, is it too late?”

Following Leon’s finger, the bald brother looked at the crowded media reporters.

WhiH, ABC, NBC, CBS…

Almost all the media groups of major television stations in the United States, with countless long guns and short cannons, such a luxurious lineup, made the bald brother speechless.

After all, this is a supernatural event that happened on the Brooklyn Bridge, a landmark in New York.

It’s not a small remote city. You can unite with the local government to block the spread of news…

Once known by the major television stations in New York, no matter what the news is, it will be like the wind, and it will soon spread throughout America and even the whole world.

What’s more, the power of network globalization has made the task of blocking messages more and more difficult.

Under such circumstances, the bald brother suddenly felt that perhaps letting the flow go is the wisest approach.

However, the bald brother who can be mixed in both HYDRA and S.H.I.E.L.D., how can he bow his head so easily.

After thinking about it a little bit, Brother Bald once again thought of an important question:

“Even if we let the news ferment and spread, what about the goal?”

“We can’t just let them go home like this? That’s too dangerous! At the very least, we have to conduct a series of tests on them to make sure that their super-Ability will not cause harm to the people before they are properly placed or monitored. …”

Before the bald brother finished speaking, Leon interrupted him directly!

“Doing so will only make their impression of us worse and cause unnecessary problems. What’s more, if they want to hurt others, they won’t save the fire truck…”

As soon as the voice fell, Leon stretched out his hand on the shoulder of the bald brother, patted gently, and said in a heavy and profound voice:

“Trust me, I am more experienced than you when dealing with these super-Ability people.”

The words are vaguely full of unquestionable toughness!

Feeling the faint aura emanating from Leon, the bald brother felt awe-inspiring in his heart.

At this time, he suddenly remembered that the young man in front of him was no longer the rookie who had just entered S.H.I.E.L.D, but the core figure of Avengers code-named “Black Blade”, the future of S.H.I.E.L.D!

The most important thing is that he can squeeze his existence with one hand casually! ! !

Thinking of this, the bald-headed brother who took the phrase “one who knows the current affairs is a brilliant man” as a life motto, couldn’t help but squeeze a smile, nodded, and agreed:

“Well, since you said that, I don’t have any opinion, just do what you said!”

. . .

Just as Lyon “convinced” the bald brother, the temporary press conference came to an end.

“…We went to space and tried to find a way to understand chromosomes, cure diseases, and save lives, but now our chromosomes, bodies, and even lives are threatened. So, let’s stop here…”

After speaking, Reid reluctantly pulled out a smile, then turned and left.

The other three followed suit and went back to the medical tent set up by the police.

Lyon, who was discussing with the bald brother, how to deal with the follow-up matters, saw the four of them, his eyes lit up, and he quickly dropped the sentence “Let’s do this first” and greeted him.

Only the bald brother who is a little scared left behind, standing there…

Seeing Leon, Reid rubbed his temples with a headache, and said a little apologetically:

“I’m really sorry, let you wait here alone…”

There was a faint tiredness on Reid’s face, and Leon knew that he hadn’t fully digested what had happened today.

After thinking about it, Leon waved his hand and said:

“It’s okay, where are you going now, I can just send you a ride. I don’t think you want to stay here anymore…”

Throwing a grateful look at Leon, Reid then said:

“We don’t know anything about what happened to us. If we want to understand the specific impact of the cosmic clouds on our body, we must conduct a precise examination. I think we should go home first!”

“That’s OK, let’s go!”

Rejecting the ride of the police captain, the Reid and the four, under the escort of the S.H.I.E.L.D agent, returned to the Baxter Building at the intersection of Madison Avenue and Forty-Second Avenue.

What Reid didn’t expect was that, because the door of the building was already full of people who wanted to see the Fantastic Four.

In the hands of these people, there are also some temporary support signs, and they are waiting expectantly, as if they are waiting for the arrival of a certain celebrity.

When they saw Reid and others walking down from the black Chevrolet, some superhero fans, just like the star-chasing girls dangling around in the Stark Building, raised the signs in their hands and offered the most enthusiastic ones to Reed. Happy Roar and applause.

Upon seeing this, he was dressed completely unlike an agent, more like a college student Lyon. He raised his eyebrows and joked:

“Hey, you guys are now stars…”

In addition to surprise, there were some embarrassment on the faces of Reid and Susan.

As for Ben’s stone face, there are not many expressions.

Among the four, it was Johnny who enjoyed this much-anticipated feeling very much.

Wearing sunglasses that he did not know where he took it out, he put on the appearance of a big star, and waved Roar to the people around him constantly.

If it weren’t for Susan who couldn’t get used to his appearance, pulling the corners of his clothes and pulling him into the building, Johnny might still run up to some girls and sign their T-shirts with the name of the hero he just thought of. .

. . . . . .

While the Fantastic Four became a hot topic in New York, it was in Latovinia on another continent.

People come and go on the streets of the capital.

A tall figure wearing a dark green hood and robe couldn’t help but pause when passing by a shop specializing in electrical appliances.

“This is not a symptom, nor is it a gift from heaven. We need further examination before we can…”

The TV, placed in the transparent display case, is broadcasting what happened earlier on the Brooklyn Bridge.

On the TV screen, the man facing the camera is the leader of the Fantastic Four-Reed Richards!

Looking at Reid on TV, under his hood, those dark and cold eyes flashed with surprise and nostalgia.

The next moment, astonishment and nostalgia, turned into monstrous hatred, burning fiercely!

The hooded figure did not move, but turned abruptly and disappeared in the crowd.

Only a touch of silver is left, and from under the hood, it flashes away…