Greenskins of the Marvel Universe

"damn it"

Director Fury saw everything clearly in the car. Although it was just a precaution, he did not expect to encounter the most troublesome thing.

"Operation code 7, repeat, operation code 7, all agents rush to the 3rd block of Queens as quickly as possible."

Fury's eyes flashed as he started the engine and held the steering wheel. The director of S.H.I.E.L.D. was going to race in New York today. At least he had to be faster than those reporters.

It's not because he is an experienced driver.

"what is that"

"The military's new weapon?"

“It’s so big and looks so cool.”

And here, Tomok was standing in the middle of the road in a daze. After getting up from the ground, he was surrounded by a large group of people. Some people took out their mobile phones to take pictures, and some people were calling the police. After all, not far away was the man who had just been killed. Crash car.

Therefore, the citizens of New York are a little nervous, and few of them have fled in panic. This may be the reason why Tomok has not moved yet.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Some people also ran to the scene of the accident to help the people in the vehicle.

"Leg, leg is stuck."

The pilot with blood on his face replied weakly. Those who wanted to help were unable to move at all.

After Tomok looked at it, he walked over there, and the citizens surrounding the car avoided him in horror.

"what are you doing"

Tomok's outstretched hand paused for a moment because of the man's shout, and then continued to do what he wanted to do. He easily lifted the vehicle that was pressing the lower part of the driver, and gently put it aside. .

"This impression is very good. It seems that it is right to help Tomok do his homework."

Stark, who staggered out of the pothole, nodded at Tomok's actions. There were sparks on his mecha, and it looked like he was seriously injured. Then he fell to the ground in full view of everyone, and was given to someone. Someone made a phone call.

"Hey"

"Your people haven't arrived yet, Fury."

"Don't rush me, I'll be there in three minutes."

"You were driving a classic car in three minutes. It's okay. Your people are here."

Several black cars drove into this neighborhood, and the men in black who got out of the cars quickly began to isolate the pothole scene. A bald agent got out of the car and walked straight to Stark's position.

"Tony Stark."

"Agent Sitwell, nice to meet you, Mr. Stark."

"Stop the small talk and get on with your mission, Agent."

After tapping the opponent on the shoulder, Tony took a few steps back and jumped back into the pit. He still had to look for the remains of the Space Marine armor that could be used for research. Ethan had already picked it up below.

Why is this picture a bit green-skinned?

"Mr. Tomok, right?" Agent Sitwell came to Tomok and knocked on the iron guy.

"Ah, yes."

"Get in the car."

After the bald agent put Tomok into a large truck specially designed to transfer him and his mecha, he sent people to evacuate the crowd.

"We are members of the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Agency. What you are seeing is a military exercise. Yes, it is just a military exercise."

Sitwell wished he had an amnestic so he wouldn't be telling the nonsense that the government often used.

An excuse that cannot be deceived even by citizens obviously cannot deceive those reporters with keen sense of smell. They press the shutter one after another and flash the flash randomly, for fear that they will not grab the headlines.

The headlines tomorrow morning will be the hot topic of bizarre mechas destroying street furniture and what the government is hiding.

More agents arrived at the scene soon after, and the intersection was completely blocked. Even the police who came later could not enter.

This is very necessary. The following scene cannot be seen by ordinary citizens, and those weapons will be very dangerous once they fall into the hands of interested people.

What's more, the government itself also has ideas about these weapons.

The next day, in Stark Tower, Obadie held his chin in his right hand and held the latest New York Times in his left hand. He read for a while, licked his dry lips, and then slammed the newspaper on the table. .

"They can't even handle a few greenskins. Without the Primarch, these warriors can't even reach the standard line of Space Marines."

Obadi knew very well what kind of soldier with the title of Space Marine was. His original physical fitness was very poor, and the transformation surgery only installed muscle-strengthening organs and bone-strengthening organs, not even the second heart. Moreover, without the black carapace, a simple neural interface cannot allow them to fully utilize the performance of the powered armor.

But he couldn't defeat even the green-skinned minions, which was very un-Space Marine. As the first member of the Empire in the new world, Obadi must prepare for the future of the Empire.

"It seems that the completion process of Titan needs to be accelerated, and mass production of this pseudo-Space Marine must be abandoned first."

A skull head floated up from under the table. It looked like a mechanical product, but it had a somewhat spooky feel. It scanned the pictures in the newspaper and then began to calculate.

This kind of skull server was only made by Obadi recently. It is connected to Obadi's nerves. Although its real use is to record and transport documents, Obadi's brain is not as smart as him, so it is Used to think about some issues on behalf of Obadi.

"A combination of Tau technology and green-skin technology. Could it be that besides the great Emperor, there are other races that have come to Holy Terra and joined forces."

Tomok would definitely raise his hands and cry out for injustice.

Bullshit Tau technology, this is pure green-skinned technology, the product of the pure Tomok head waaaaagh.

After thinking about it, Obadi connected to his secret factory communication, a secret factory that even Tony Stark didn't know about, where Titan's work was carried out.

"Master Obadi"

The communication screen also showed a bald head, but the mechanically modified eye on the left and several mechanical arms behind it told people familiar with the Warhammer world that he was a mechanical technician.

And Obadi is their leader, the leader of the Mechanicus who has recently appeared in New York. Well, he is also the first member of the Mechanicus here, so it is normal to be called the leader.

Behind him, he could vaguely see nearly a hundred modified people similar to him completing something, a big guy.

"How is the construction of Titan being completed?"

"The construction completion degree of the Paladin-type Knight Titan has reached 80%. The mecha structure has been fully assembled. It still needs the final core power furnace and the main and secondary weapon systems. The Ranger-type Knight Titan has just started."

"Put down the Ranger type first and complete the Paladin type with all your strength. Within three days, I want to see the results."

"Three days is too short, sir."

"Then if it can't be completed in two days, you and your team will wait for the trial of the Tribunal."