Marvel Super Armor

"The future I want?"

The lizard man clicked his tongue: "I admit that your words aroused my interest. So, what is your purpose of helping me, or what do you want to get from me?"

"This is why I like talking to smart people." Shredder's cheerful laughter came from under the warrior helmet: "I need powerful warriors, and the medicine you developed can help me create countless powerful mutations. Man, that’s why I’m helping you.”

"I will provide you with all the equipment needed to make potions, and you will help me make warriors. We are mutually beneficial, simple and direct, how about that?"

"Mutation? Do you think what happened to me is a mutation?!"

Shredder's words touched the lizard man's reverse scales, and his voice was filled with anger: "I made the potion to save the disabled, not to create the mutants you talk about, let alone warriors!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Lizard Man, I blame you for not speaking clearly."

Shredder waved his hand calmly, and two ghost ninjas walked out of the shadows, holding a homeless man with only one leg in his hands.

"His name is Jefferson. He is a native New Yorker and a top student at Columbia University. Strictly speaking, he should be considered your junior. After all, you were an exchange student there for a year."

"I obtained a master's degree in nuclear physics at the age of 14, and I studied myself at the age of 17 and obtained a double degree in nuclear power engineering and radiation energy engineering." Schrader sighed: "He was once a star in the sky and had a bright future. "

"But what now? Look at what he looks like. Because of an accident caused by a secret government experiment, he lost his left leg and everything he once owned, and he has become the destitute person he is today, fighting for food with rats and turtles in the sewers. Tramp, that accident even created a green humanoid monster..."

At this point, Schrader paused and said to the lizard man: "No offense to you, but it's also green, and you really don't look good enough in front of that monster."

The lizard man sneered at his statement, its attention now focused on Jefferson.

Jefferson, who was brought here in a daze, raised his head in confusion. It took him a while to react before he saw its terrifying appearance. He was so frightened that he kicked his legs and fainted.

"..."

Shredder and the lizard man were silent at the same time. The former waved his hand to the ghost ninja to take this embarrassing guy down, and said sincerely to the lizard man:

"I am not ordering you to create soldiers for me, but I am asking you to help me 'save' these disabled people. They should not have to endure such pain. And you are the one who can best understand this pain, and this is also Why did I invite you here? Only you can bring them out of their misery."

"Besides," Schrader said meaningfully: "Since you want to create a race, you naturally need some 'tribes', right?"

The lizard man looked at him steadily and suddenly grinned, showing his terrifying fangs: "I don't like the way you 'request', but I am willing to accept your 'request'."

"Wise choice, then I wish us a happy cooperation." Schrader smiled sinisterly: "You can make a list of the equipment you need, and I will be responsible for helping you build a secret experimental base that meets the requirements. Any requirements I will try my best to be satisfied.”

"Any requests? It just so happens that I have a new pet I want." The lizard man said: "I need you to catch the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles for me. They are excellent experimental materials."

Schrader was stunned for a moment, and actually found this green-skinned lizard more and more pleasing to the eye: "I knew we were a match made in heaven."

"?"

The lizard man looked at him blankly, what the hell is this hooded lunatic talking about?

Shredder ignored its gaze and said darkly, "You'll get them."

"I promise you that."

……

Manhattan, Chinatown.

Traditional Chinese-style architectural structures are all around, and compatriots with black hair and black eyes are constantly passing by. Every Chinese wanderer in a foreign country will come here to find the feelings of his homeland.

In an old street that is incompatible with the rapidly changing new neighborhood around it, there is a small antique shop.

Although the surrounding shops are not flashy, they still have some decorations to attract customers, but the antique shop goes in the opposite direction. The low-key appearance seems to eliminate the existence of the small shop, and looks indifferent as if it is hidden in the city.

It stands to reason that those in the antique business are most taboo about damaged signboards. Feng Shui emphasizes that a business must have its own atmosphere. If a shop's signboard name falls off and is dilapidated or damaged, it is a sign of depression and will affect the business of the shop.

But the plaque at the door of the shop, although not tattered, is just a piece of worthless hardwood.The three characters "Fusheng Pavilion" were carved with rough techniques. It was hard to tell whether it was cursive or running script. They were simply hung under the eaves, as if they would be blown down by the wind at any time.

But inside the shop, there is an exquisite decoration that is completely different from the appearance. The antique window lattice, elegant and exquisite screens, meticulous carvings, and the intoxicating aroma of expensive solid wood furniture are all dazzling.

"Ding ding--"

The crisp and melodious sound of wind chimes rang, breaking the quiet and peaceful atmosphere of the shop.

A beautiful woman walked into the store calmly, and the hem of the long black windbreaker fluttered gently, inadvertently revealing the woman's slender legs.

At first glance, the windbreaker seems to be just an ordinary thing. However, upon closer inspection, you will find that the surface of the windbreaker is outlined with mysterious patterns of dark gold and blue, as if there is a hidden painting, turning the entire windbreaker into a noble black bird with black feathers and golden velvet. .

Under the windbreaker was a black outfit that showed off the woman's exquisite body curves. Her long boots made a gentle sound of footsteps on the expensive wooden floor.

The sound of wind chimes alerted the old man working in the back room. The wooden door leading to the back room opened from the inside, and an old man with white hair and a red simple Tang suit walked out slowly from inside.

The warm yellow light shines into the front room as the door opens, falling on the woman's mask with gold patterns and a mysterious luster.

"Linlin is back."

The old man happily stepped forward and took the metal box from the woman's hand, speaking pure Chinese.

"Hehe, we got back another ghost mask this time. The owner of this auction house really has a short memory. Is this the third auction item that has been stolen from him?"

Lin casually took off her mask, revealing the exquisite face hidden underneath: "Every time he auctions now, it's like opening a blind box, betting on which auction item will not be noticed by the Hand or the Black Hand."

The old man opened the box that Lin handed over, only glanced inside before closing it again, and said firmly: "This is the mask of General Manny. According to records, he was extremely cruel during his lifetime. Even in his lifetime, he only had nine murderous ghosts. He is ranked among the best among generals. The black shadow regiment under his name is a mantis-shaped regiment that can summon sickles to fight for him."

"Oh."

Lin nodded perfunctorily, showing no concern at all for the mask that she had just fought back through a thrilling battle.

The old man was not annoyed when he saw that Lin was perfunctory. He turned around and walked into the back room. Looking at the floor-length mirror in the corner, he drew a mysterious rune in the air with his right hand.

The runes merged into the mirror, and the solid and bright mirror suddenly rippled like water, turning into a portal leading to an alien space.

The old man walked into the space inside the door, placed General Manny next to his two brothers, and checked the status of other items such as the Eye of Aurora and the Gilani Emerald one by one, and then turned around and walked out of the space, going I brewed Biluochun in a pot and brought it to Lin.

"Suck it - hot, hot, hot..." Lin was so hot from the tea that she stuck out her tongue.

Looking at the girl's cute appearance, the old man showed a kind smile like a doting granddaughter, and asked with a smile: "Isn't that boy still not confessing to you?"

"……No!"

As if she had been hit at a painful point, Lin put the tea aside and lay flat on the table with both hands. The curve of her chest was squeezed indescribably, and she muttered something: "That idiot, stupid, stupid fool..."

The old man looked at Lin dumbfounded and said in surprise: "I'm starting to be interested in this kid. I'll check this Ethan Walker tomorrow. I want to see who can make our little saint from Kunlun so angry." .”

"He is a coward!" Lin said angrily.

"Why don't you ask him out?"

The old man walked to the edge of the recliner and lay down leisurely. He took a cattail leaf fan and fanned the gray beard on his chin like white onions destroyed by a typhoon.

"Last time I invited him to my house to play, he actually accompanied his friends to visit the Aoshi Group." Lin gritted her teeth when she recalled it: "One day I will blow up that building."

The old man hesitated for a moment: "It's not that it's not that..."

"Isn't it always said that women chase men with a layer of gauze? Why has it changed when I come here? I'm afraid it's because of the iron sand between them..." Linsheng traced circles on the table with her fingers helplessly.

"Since a strong attack doesn't work, let's change our strategy. Maybe he prefers girls who are gentle and considerate rather than being generous and proactive. You can bring him some snacks you made yourself, such as cookies." The old man was actively giving advice on the side. .

Lin glanced at him and asked strangely: "Elders in other families are afraid of premature love. Why do you want me to get married quickly?"

"I'm not asking you to get married, I'm asking you to fall in love. The two cannot be confused." The old man corrected Lin's mistake.

"A young and beautiful love will be a beautiful memory worth remembering for a lifetime, believe me." A look of reminiscence appeared on the old man's face: "When Xiangjun and I were young..."

"You and Grandma Xiangjun have told me about eight hundred times when they were young." Lin waved her hands in disgust, but asked: "Weren't you very opposed to arranged marriages back then? For this reason, you did not hesitate to escape from the marriage and marry Dongfang The family broke up, and he ran to Kamataki and clamored to learn magic from Grandpa Gu Yi. However, after seeing Grandma Xiangjun’s photo, he ran back to Kunlun overnight and went directly to Nangong’s house to propose marriage, crying and demanding the restoration of the feudal arranged marriage system... …”

"Why do you accuse someone of innocence out of thin air?" Dongfang Shouming jumped up from the recliner with a strong body that was not suitable for his age, blowing his beard and staring in anger.

"What innocence? When I returned to Kunlun last time, the Taoist priest told me personally that you were later hung on a willow tree in the ancestral hall yard by Mr. Hong and beaten." Lin didn't give any face to her elders.

Dongfang Shouming's face turned red, and the veins on his forehead popped out, and he argued: "What is feudal arrangement... That's called pursuing freedom of marriage! Can the good girl chosen by the family elders for me be called feudal arrangement?!"

There were words that were difficult to understand one after another, such as "the matchmaker's words ordered by parents" and "the right match", etc., which made Lin laugh. The atmosphere inside and outside the store was filled with joy.

"Ahem!" Dongfang Shouming took a sip of tea in embarrassment, cleared his throat, and changed the subject: "Don't worry about falling in love. How is the [Ox] trial going?"

When this topic was brought up, Lin also became serious. She stood up and took out a vibranium plate from under the counter that was big enough to start a small war with the outside world, and punched it lightly with an inch-inch punch.

The electrons of vibranium do not move, which means that the atoms of vibranium are always at absolute zero, which is the lack of movement in the atomic structure. This characteristic makes it fundamentally incapable of conducting power or energy, so it is called The most robust material suitable for use as defensive equipment.

Even a perfect human being like Captain America who reaches the limits of humanity in all aspects cannot damage vibranium by relying solely on his own strength. Theoretically, it is impossible for earthlings to cause damage to vibranium shields by relying on their physical bodies.

But Lin's seemingly weak punch caused a slight dent to appear where the vibranium plate came into contact with her fist. Although it was so small that it could be ignored, it did appear after all.

Dongfang Shouming's eyes showed a look of shock. As the bodyguard carefully selected by the four major families to protect Her Royal Highness the Saint, his strength and eyesight can be regarded as top-notch, so he can naturally see what this means.

His heart beat a little faster, and he sighed: "Although I have known for a long time that your talent is the highest in thousands of years, you have passed this trial too easily. If this is the case for those former holders of the power of the spell in the past, I know, I'm afraid I'll go down the mountain and switch to Kamataki on the spot..."

"Hey, His Highness is the first person in history to inherit the power of all spells except [dog]. How can it be so difficult for me to get through a mere trial?"

Lin stood proudly with her hands on her hips, a rare moment of complacency, but this complacency only lasted for a few seconds before disappearing, and she lay down listlessly again.

"But I'm so powerful, why doesn't he confess to me? I'm fair, beautiful, with long breasts and thighs, and I can't gain weight. There's no reason why he doesn't like me..."

"..." Dongfang Shouming's beard fluttered.

This little brat named Ethan, one day I will hang you from the rafters and serve you with your slippers!