Infinite Metaverse

The battle on Manhattan Island was inextricable, but in the end, at the suggestion of Fu Qinghai, Hydra retreated.

In the small town outside New York, night fell slowly.

Westchester Consolidated Mining Company.

It's a small street building no more than three stories high.

Originally, as the coal and iron mines were exhausted, this company had gradually become deserted, but some time ago, for unknown reasons, another group of people bought this empty shell company that existed in name only.

Not far from this small building, under the dim street lights, two homeless men in shabby coats were warming themselves around a paint bucket. A pile of furniture and sundries was burning in the bucket.

The two homeless men had dirty, curly hair and unkempt beards, but their eyes did not have the confusion and decadence of living on the streets, and they looked around with vigilant eyes from time to time.

These are actually two reincarnations disguised as homeless people.

A perfect human being who belongs to the Samsara Society.

He stayed in the town as a backup and was responsible for monitoring the perimeter of the small building.

After looking around, there was nothing unusual in the quiet night. Tramp A rubbed his hands and whispered to his companion:

"Tell me, if the above experiment is successful, can we reawaken the X gene and turn back into mutants?"

Tramp B sneered and said:

"It's still early. I don't know what stage it is at now. It is said that not even a successful receptor has appeared yet."

The two were chatting in a low voice when suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Tramp A saw a figure wearing white pajamas and bare feet flashing past in the alleyway at the corner of the street.

"Um?"

Tramp A frowned.

Who runs around barefoot and in pajamas at night?

"Hey, did you see it? It was over there just now."

He pointed in the direction of the street corner.

The companion looked confused: "What did you see?"

Tramp A slowly stood up and said:

"Wait for me here, I'll go over and take a look."

After saying that, he walked towards the dark alley alone.

This is the Marvel comic universe, and the reincarnator didn't think about that. He walked into the dark alleyway and lit the lighter in his hand. The weak firelight illuminated the surrounding environment. The alleyway was empty. Nothing.

"Strange……"

The tramp muttered something to himself and turned around.

A woman's face, as pale as paper, with ink around her eyes, was pressed tightly in front of his eyes.

"Fuck!"

Tramp A was so frightened that he could no longer stand still and took a few steps back.

Just when he screamed in panic, a snake from hell suddenly wrapped around his neck and crawled in through his frightened open mouth.

The woman with bare feet and white pajamas standing in front of him grinned, revealing a mouthful of bloody fangs.

On the high balcony of the hotel, the night breeze was blowing. A woman and a plastic doll stood on the balcony, watching the scene quietly.

Upton Dupont asked:

"Let Valak possess someone else? Wouldn't that make him out of your control?"

Just as he finished speaking, a tall ghost nun appeared behind him.

Zhang Yuning said calmly: "It's just a clone. To deal with this level of minions, the clone is enough."

Upton was stunned.

In the castle of Biertan Village, Valak could indeed appear in many places at the same time, but he had to use all his strength to possess Qingshan in his true form. This may have something to do with his willpower.

Of course, according to the nature of urine in the spiritual universe, it is more likely to be related to the degree of religious devotion.

Next to the oil drum fire, Tramp B heard a short shout from his companion. He immediately stood up, looked in the direction of the dark alleyway doubtfully, and shouted loudly:

"Abel? Abel, are you okay?"

Before he could go to check, Tramp A came out of the alleyway.

He lowered his head, unable to see clearly the expression on his face, and walked silently in front of his companion.

The companion looked at him strangely, couldn't help but stretched out his hand to support his shoulders, and asked:

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

The reincarnation man named Abel suddenly raised his head and stared at his companion with a pair of blood-red eyes.

The companion was frightened and took a step back.

The reincarnation with red eyes quickly pulled out a revolver from his waist and pointed it at his companion's head.

"Hey you..."

"boom!"

The sound of gunfire echoed in the night air of the town.

Another tramp fell under the gun of his companion.

…

In the evening, Fu Qinghai returned to the luxury apartment alone.

Shrinking himself to a size of 1.9 meters, Fu Qinghai walked out of the 70-square-meter bathroom, stepped barefoot on the earth-colored Italian non-slip tiles, took out a pure white bathrobe from the bath cabinet, and put it on his body , picked up a towel and wiped the water stains on his hair, and walked to the living room.

The living room on the entire flat floor of the apartment is based on deep navy blue, supplemented by walnut paneling, which is masculine and full of elegance.

Fu Qinghai lay lazily on the sofa, put his laptop on his lap, and opened it.

Fu Qinghai opened a video website. There was no need to search. The title on the homepage was Battle of Manhattan Island.

Fu Qinghai began to browse these videos one by one.

Manhattan District is very large and densely populated. Even if Nick Fury arranges an evacuation plan in advance, it is impossible to evacuate everyone. There will always be some who are not afraid of death and will stay there.

These daring citizens used mobile phones, DV and other equipment to film the chaos that took place on Manhattan Island.

Of course, many of these videos may have been shot and uploaded by reincarnators.

Fu Qinghai mainly wants to use these videos to see what abilities and levels the other reincarnations have.

Then I saw my own video.

The title is: "New Iron Man? The technological armored warrior flies and slays dragons above the sea on the Isle of Man!"

Judging from the angle of the photographer, it should be another building on the beach at that time.

In the video, Fu Qinghai is wearing a jetpack, dragging a long tail flame, rushing towards the dragon flying in the air, then raising the long knife in his hand, passing under the dragon, and then, The entire belly of the dark silver dragon was like a dump truck unloading goods, with countless broken organs and blood dripping down.

Watching the process of slaying the dragon from another angle is also a different feeling.

Take another look at the comments section of the video.

The first hot comment:

"Fuck, he's so strong, so handsome, and so violent."

Article 2:

"Everyone, the spokesperson of Stark Industries has just come out to clarify that this is not a product of Stark Industries and has nothing to do with Stark Industries."

Below this comment, there are all curses:

"Fart, do you think we are blind?"

"A golden-white light beam shoots out from the palm, and a white plasma jet propels behind it. Who is this if not Iron Man?"

"It's so funny that the capitalists will tell lies with their eyes open."

Third comment:

"Maybe it was developed by a competitor company. Tony Stark never uses melee weapons, and the appearance and style of the armor are completely different from the Iron Man armor."

Under this comment are all comments from other Aite companies:

" @Osborne Industries"

" @Hammer Industries"

" @Pim Technology"

" @Roxon Corporation"

…

Fu Qinghai laughed and thought these troll netizens were really interesting.

Ordinary netizens don’t have that much knowledge, so there must be reincarnations mixed in among these comments.

On second thought, Fu Qinghai suddenly thought of it again.

If, when I was an intern at Beck Hart Light and Shadow Special Effects Company, I had not chosen to take the risk of exploring the explosion on the top of Stark Industries, but had chosen to be safe and stay in the office obediently, then now...

Looking at these reincarnations who can only hide in front of the computer, eagerly scrolling through web videos, and making comments that are either emotional, envious or funny, but are not qualified to directly participate in the battle.

Could he be one of them?

Fu Qinghai shook his head and laughed. Who knows about things that are uncertain?

Who knew that the hard drive happened to be the backup of Iron Man's electronic soul.

Who knew that a hard drive inserted into the brain stem could also be assimilated.

Without Tony Stark's electronic soul backup, can Fu Qinghai save Ogedai, and can he be appreciated by the Space Marine captain?

neither knows.

Just do it if you think of it, that's all.

Only by doing it can anything happen.

After sighing with emotion, Fu Qinghai took the laptop aside, stood up, and decided to open a bottle of red wine, drink and watch the video.

Fu Qinghai randomly picked a bottle of Romanée-Conti from Lehua Winery from the constant-temperature wine cabinet. Fu Qinghai didn't know much about it, so he didn't bother to go through the decanting process, so he just pulled out the cork and poured it into a goblet.

"Ding dong!"

At this time, the doorbell rang.

Um?

Fu Qinghai, who was pouring wine, was stunned.

The sound came from the passenger elevator of the luxury apartment, not the elevator I was using.

Without looking at the cat's eye or surveillance camera, Fu Qinghai closed his eyes and used the Force to feel it.

In the perception of the Force, an ordinary person without abilities, a woman, was standing in the elevator car.

what happened?

Fu Qinghai tied the bathrobe around his waist, walked to the passenger elevator, and opened the elevator door.

A Latina beauty with black curly hair and light brown skin stood in front of him.

She has a high nose and slightly thick lips. Under her loose denim jacket, she only wears a simple black tube top. The clavicle of her shoulders and small waist are exposed. A pair of black and gray low-waisted slim jeans vaguely reveals the black waist. A thin strap of a thong.

Go in European and American nightclub style.

Fu Qinghai said doubtfully:

"Who are you?"

The beauty smiled slightly, waved and said hello:

"Hola! Good evening Mr. Quentin, Mr. Nathan Lemon asked me to come here."

Needless to say, Fu Qinghai understood it instantly.

Ah this... Fu Qinghai was speechless.

Although Nathan Lemon had told him a long time ago that there were several videos of the Miami Spring Swimwear Week show in the TV cabinet and he was asked to choose a woman by himself and Hammer Industries would send it to him, Fu Qinghai has been busy building his own The powered suit has no time to worry about video tapes.

After that, he was busy with various battles and plans, and did not think of this incident.

Unexpectedly, Nathan Lemmon immediately sent the person to his doorstep without hesitation.

Seeing that Fu Qinghai was silent, the Latin beauty thought he didn't like him and said hurriedly:

"Well, Mr. Nathan Lemon said, if you don't like my model, you can change it. In addition..."

The Latin beauty glanced at Fu Qinghai carefully and said, "If you, if you like other genders, Mr. Nathan Lemon can also arrange it."

arrange? What to arrange?

Late night overflow incident?

Fu Qinghai was speechless. Without saying anything more, he directly pulled the Latin beauty into the room.

So, the night in this luxury apartment turned into Fu Qinghai with his bathrobe open, leaning on the back of the sofa, with a laptop on one thigh and a goblet in one hand, continuing to watch the recording of Busters Video of the Battle of Manhattan below.

A beautiful Latina beauty was kneeling on the carpet with her knees together, speaking incoherently.

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Thanks, Yu Jing, Cool and Cool, Book Friends 2021*4288, all the names that come to mind have been taken, thanks to the rewards from several book friends.

I probably won’t be able to finish the next chapter tonight, so I’ll post it tomorrow.