Marvel Super Armor

Queens, 172nd Street.

An unspectacular van parked beside the ruined street.

"I remember that the mission target was only evil spirits. What the hell is this other one?"

Michael Collins used his mechanical eyes to scan the Hulk and Evil as they struggled together, and he showed a pained expression when he saw the two men carrying weapons and shooting wildly in exchanges.

He turned to look at the captain of this operation and asked as if to confirm: "Are you sure we can contain this thing?"

"Although I don't want my team members to face such a dangerous enemy, it's a pity that this is the job we do."

Coulson shrugged, looking at the ruins of the battlefield with a sense of trepidation.

As an agent who travels in the field all year round, Coulson has seen many superhuman beings with powerful abilities.

Among them, mutants account for the majority, and only a small part are ordinary humans who have special abilities for various reasons.

But even among the strange group of superhumans, he has only seen one person like Hulk and Evil who can cause such a degree of damage purely by relying on their bodies.

A member of the Brotherhood of Mutants, Red Tank.

A human who once physically came into contact with the zero-level containment object [Cytorak Magic Stone] and gained powerful abilities as a result.

That rock-solid body and indestructible destructive ability left an indelible psychological shadow on Coulson, who was still a rookie at the time.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, he would once again see a powerful being comparable to the red tank.

There are two damn ones.

To be fair, if he didn't turn around and retreat directly, he was determined, right?

"Actually, I think we can discuss this with the deputy director." Barbara Morse weakly stretched out her hand and suggested: "I really feel that our car is not vicious enough..."

"It's none of my business. 85% of my body is made of machinery. It's an unpalatable batch. He will definitely not eat me." Michael removed himself: "I think we should let Clint and Lincoln attack from a distance. Just forget it."

"I never skip a job."

Clint Barton's stern face was expressionless, and his eyes were fixed on the evil spirit, looking for weaknesses that could cause harm.

"My electric current can only be ten meters away from the body. He can jump over this distance in one step..." Lincoln Campbell looked at Coulson pitifully: "Sir, if I sacrifice the tissue, my body will be destroyed." Send it home intact.”

"...I didn't tell you to die. It depends on the situation." Coulson shook his head helplessly and said to Hill on the communication channel: "You heard it, our agents generally don't think much about it. Go on this death mission.”

[Good thing, it seems that they can clearly understand the difference in strength between the enemy and ourselves. This shows that our risk assessment education has been done very well. At least everyone in the containment team has met the standards. 】

Hill expressed understanding and even some relief.

"!!!"

Everyone in the car was shocked.

Damn it, it turns out that the deputy director has been listening to them?Doesn't that mean that she heard all those words of retreating just now? !

[Negotiations with the military have been completed here. They have ceased fire and can enter the battlefield. 】 Hill's intellectual voice came from the loudspeaker: "Wear all the recorders. If the military breaks its promise and shoots you, the bureau can at least keep it secret and help you get justice, so that you don't die in vain." 】

This is definitely a threat, right? !

"Deputy Director, we were wrong..." Barbara said tremblingly.

[Talk less and do more. I have read your promotion application. The report is well written and your performance this year has been excellent. You can be promoted to a level 6 agent.but……】

At this point, Hill paused deliberately.

Barbara has realized it.

Good guy, coercion, inducement, grace and prestige are all working together.

She immediately replied: "I understand! I promise to complete the containment mission!"

[Well, a kid can be taught, so go ahead and pay attention to safety. 】

Hill hung up the communication happily.

As for others, there is no need to waste any words.

Barbara, who is the favorite of the group, is on board, so naturally the other three gentlemen will not stand aside and watch the show.

This wave, this wave is called throwing bricks to attract jade.

The iceberg beauty took a sip of coffee happily and frowned.

Tsk, it’s so bitter.

……

"This is the situation. Now, who wants to get off work first?" Colson said sideways to the people behind him.

"Team leader, I have no enmity with you, why do you want to harm me like this..."

Barbara stared at Colson sadly, and the others also put pressure on Colson with the same look. Only Clint was still staring out the window intently.

"Something has to be done by someone, and we are the 'someone'."

Coulson smiled and opened all the car doors directly using the operating system: "Come on, just in time to replace Spider-Man. He has done enough, it's time for him to take a break."

Clint, who was in the passenger seat, immediately jumped out of the car, turned around and pulled out a large bag from under the seat, took out his own special equipment and put it on neatly.

"It's as cold as an ice cube."

Barbara curled her lips, gently shook her beautiful blond hair, got out of the car and followed Clint, turned back and made a face at Colson: "Team leader, please give me a higher evaluation in this mission report, can I This is all it takes to get promoted."

"Don't worry, I will report it truthfully. It's very stable." Colson gave a thumbs up.

"The screw on my arm seems to be a little loose..."

Michael grumbled and got out of the car, his silver-white mechanical parts glowing slightly in the firelight.

"Don't make trouble. Your body parts are spliced ​​using the most advanced technology. Where do you get the screws?" Lincoln got off the car after him.

"Have a nice trip...no, a triumphant return, guys!"

Colson deliberately used a cheerful tone to cover up his slip of the tongue.

Barbara stumbled as she walked towards the battlefield: "I want to go back and beat him up first..."

"Me too……"

"I can hear you." Coulson pressed the earpiece helplessly.

"Hey hey."

Barbara stuck out her tongue playfully, and then, like a face-changing magic trick, her expression suddenly became serious.

Michael and Lincoln no longer smiled playfully, and each took a stance and prepared for battle.

"Clint, give me the signal when you're ready."

Barbara signaled to Clint, who had already occupied the commanding heights, took a deep breath, and rushed towards the evil spirit on the battlefield.

Michael followed closely behind, holding a powerful hand cannon in his left hand, and rushed behind an overturned car from the other direction, waiting for Clint's instructions.

Lincoln waited where he was and did not rush into the battlefield.

After all, these two are fierce men who can't be killed by bullets. In comparison, his body is as brittle as paper, so he won't join in the fun and just waits for the final big move.

"Clang-crack-!"

Peter suddenly flew over quickly in the air, hitting the bus and denting it in the middle.

"Oh... I seem to be losing strength in my arms... This is not a good sign..."

He got up in a daze, wrapped his arm with spider silk, and made a simple plaster bandage. His technique was so skillful that it made people feel distressed.

"I suggest you go to the hospital quickly and get bandaged. In fact, your injuries are enough to hold an emergency meeting in the emergency room." Barbara looked at Peter's injuries and said with concern.

"Fuck!"

Peter was startled, jumped up from the ground, and said anxiously: "What the hell, what are you doing here? It's very dangerous here, leave now!"

"Calm down, little Spider. We are handlers of SHIELD, the kind with license plates." Barbara couldn't help but take Peter's arm and walked back: "We have taken over this place. What you need now is treat."

"I don't want to be rude, but with all due respect, ordinary people will die if they come too much." Peter broke away from her hand and swayed against the car nearby: "Hell, I want to advance this year's Christmas wish to give Let me send some X-Men."

"I admit that what you said makes sense, but with your current injury, you cannot provide effective help at all. Instead, it will drag us down. Therefore, Mr. Spider-Man, a citizen of the Lighthouse Nation, in the name of SHIELD, I order you to retreat."

Barbara used the skill [Princess Hug] on Peter, and the effect was outstanding!

"You have no right to restrict my freedom!" Peter struggled.

But after all, Barbara is also an enhanced person injected with the super soldier serum. Peter is now seriously injured, and he can only be manipulated if he falls into her hands.

"Wow, you really gave me a great gift."

Colson looked at the wild little spider that Barbara had captured with a very wonderful expression.

"I'm [Mockingbird], and I'm the best at catching bugs."

Barbara put Peter in the car and whispered into Coulson's ear: "Team leader, haven't you always wanted Spider-Man to join SHIELD? I brought him to you. This is a great opportunity. You must grasp it."

"Nice!"

Coulson gave a thumbs up, extremely satisfied with the performance of his men.

Barbara turned around and hurried back, leaving Coulson to take out the standard first aid kit provided by the SHIELD field team from the car, and took out black technology equipment such as a fully automatic muscle suturing device from it, and used it to treat Peter's wounds. Carry out hemostatic treatment.

"You can still maintain your ability to move after such a degree of injury. I have to say that your physical fitness is really strong." Coulson took the initiative to talk to Peter in order to avoid the embarrassment in the session: "SHIELD has a course called "Risk Assessment" Education", I think you can learn it if you have the opportunity."

"It is also important to recognize the scope of your own capabilities and choose a reasonable retreat when faced with dangerous situations that exceed your ability to handle."

"Reasonable retreat?" Peter asked doubtfully, "Then who will protect the people if I leave?"

Colson was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "My fault, you don't have to take this kind of class at all."

"Are your people reliable? That guy is very strong - ow!" Peter winced in pain and complained: "Be gentle, brother, I am a wounded person."

Coulson had no time to pay attention to him. He put his left hand on the earphone and asked in surprise: "Why did they attack the Hand base directly?"

[The Hand captured three mutant turtles last night. The remaining one went to Daredevil and Wonder Man to rescue them. As a result, except for Wonder Man, everyone else is injured. The whole army is about to be annihilated. They must be dispatched immediately. People support. ] Hill said quickly.

Elites from SHIELD gathered together, and a mere mist-type drug dispersion device was recognized by the agents as soon as it was photographed by a satellite. By the way, they also captured the trio of thieves who broke into the Hand base, allowing hackers to invade the internal monitoring system. The reason was soon analyzed.

"But I can't spare any manpower now."

Coulson looked at Michael, who hit three cars before stopping, and replied with a wry smile: "I have a big guy here."

[I know, I'm just informing you that no matter whether the containment fails or succeeds, you have to go to Simmons Tower for support. Of course, if you are all wiped out, just pretend that I didn't say anything. 】

"...Have some confidence in your own agents, Hill." Coulson said speechlessly.

Hill didn't say anything and hung up the communication directly.

"Okay, let's continue..."

Coulson went back to the university to continue bandaging Peter, but found that there was only a pile of blood-stained bandages left on the car seat, and the little spider lying there pitifully had long since disappeared.

"I'm so tired, I really want to retire..."

Before Colson could finish his retirement declaration, he was interrupted by a shrill roar.

"Roar--!!!"

The Hulk's roar echoed throughout the neighborhood, but this time it sounded more painful.

"I said, you are not qualified to have it!"

The evil spirit thrust the sharp end of the streetlight pole into Hulk's chest, stepped on his neck with his big foot, and deprived him of his breath.

Hulk struggled wildly under the stimulation of severe pain, causing dark green blood to continuously flow from the wound on his chest.

But no matter how hard he struggled, the evil spirit stepped on his neck, causing his strength to gradually disappear due to lack of oxygen.

The little spider that helped him before was knocked away by an evil spirit just now. It hasn't come back yet, and no one can help him.

Banner had never transformed twice in one day, and coupled with his inner resistance to cleaning up the mess for the military, he couldn't transform despite all his efforts.

With all his options at his wits end, he could only come up with the bad idea of ​​jumping off a building, forcing himself to successfully transform.

This resulted in him, who was in extremely poor condition, being beaten by the evil spirit in all directions. He was actually pressed to the ground and rubbed by the evil spirit together with Spider-Man.