Marvel's Speedster

Compared with the crowded and bustling metropolis of New York, Washington is just an administrative capital, a very quiet city with few people and cars on the streets, no busy business districts, only the various offices of the federal government. The Capitol, the Lincoln Memorial, the White House, and the Obelisk are the landmarks of the SAR. They are densely distributed on a central axis of the Potomac Basin, and there are no other monuments worth mentioning. Since Congress imposed special restrictions on the height of the capital’s buildings in 1899, there are very few high-rise buildings in the surrounding area. When passers-by look around, the low-rise buildings are like groups of people bowing their heads and worshiping those once great. of historical relics.

Ross sat in the car, quietly admiring the rapidly receding scenery outside the window, and soon the car drove up K Street between Capitol Hill and the White House. ".

The reason why it is so named is because a large number of think tanks, lobby groups, public relations companies and civil organizations gather here, and the World Bank and the International Monetary Fund are also settled here. If Wall Street in New York is the international financial center, then K Street in Washington is the ever-changing center of international politics.

Today Ross will also be one of them, making a special trip here to participate in the meeting hosted by the White House dignitaries.

The car went all the way, passed the well-known restaurant Charlie Palm Steakhouse not far on Capitol Hill, then turned into a winding and hidden alley, and then it arrived at its destination - a restaurant founded by a certain political veteran A private club.

The driver opened the door, and Ross got out of the car. There was no particularly luxurious club hall in front of him. There was only a lush North American redwood forest. Through the tree-lined avenue that covered the sky and the sun, a beautiful and unique stone fountain gradually appeared. In the center of a wide and flat lawn, the green lawn is extremely soft. In the middle is a welcome road made of alternate black and white marble slabs. On it is a dark red carpet, and the two sides of the carpet are outlined with a lot of bright gold lines. Fancy name initials for out clubs.

At the end of the red carpet, Ross's big client and acquaintance, Betty's father, General Thaddeus Ross, the general himself was waiting for him in front of an extremely spacious old brick and wood castle.

"You're late." The general wearing a pen-tinged military uniform with medals on his chest saw the guest he was waiting for approaching, and teased while twitching the gray beard around his lips.

Ross raised his wrist to check the time. At the moment, there are still five minutes before the official meeting, which is not at all wrong with his pre-estimation.

"I thought the meeting was at two o'clock in the afternoon." He shrugged.

"Two points are right." The general nodded in agreement, but reminded with a pun: "But you have to know, there are always some people who are used to getting up early in the morning and running wildly on the unimpeded road."

"Then they may find themselves turned away too early, because the person who comes last is often the one who holds the key." Ross winked at the general

The two laughed softly and hugged each other.

Although they weren't relatives yet, they already had a fairly close connection, a connection that might even be stronger than a mere blood bond, so the general treated Ross very differently.

Under the guidance of the general, Ross walked into the hall of this club that rarely received strangers. There were not many people here, and they were divided into different circles. Guidelines, in a meeting room deep in the building, Ross met the people attending the meeting.

Nodding to the officer who opened the door, Ross followed the general into the conference room. Outside the door were the guards sent by the Pentagon, as well as the bodyguards of the various meeting participants. There was no White House Secret Service agent. It seems that the level of this meeting is not very high. Maybe it can only be said that it was before a certain official meeting. In the symposium held in private, the participants are all representatives of the industry who are interested in increasing investment in high-tech, or scientists with extremely high standards.

Accompanied by the general, Ross chatted with the attendees one by one, which is very necessary before the meeting. Even a glance can tell whether each other's attitude is friendly-although what you see on the surface may not be true.

In fact, although some people have never met, Ross also roughly knows their identities.

At the moment, the closest participants to his body were representatives of Exploration|Spacecraft Corporation, including two important members of the board of directors, and an extremely short technology consultant.

There was nothing worth mentioning about the members of the board of directors, and Ross was not even interested in taking another look at him. After a simple handshake and greeting, the short scientist took the initiative to stretch out his small hand and hold it firmly with Ross.

"Bolívar Trask." The little dwarf shook his snow-white beard and introduced himself.

When he stared at Ross, there was some inexplicable emotion hidden deep in his eyes, which seemed to be evasive and full of expectation.

"It's an honor to meet you, Dr. Trask." Ross smiled and shook his hand. He recognized the father of Sentinel, an extraordinary scientist who pushed countries to turn their eyes of fear and envy to Mutant in order to achieve peace for mankind. .

In a sense, he is a fellow of Ross, and the methods he adopted are quite similar. He is also a pioneer of biological genetics. As early as 1967, when the Trask industry was just established, he began to devote himself to the study of mutant genes. However, the official Human Genome Project was not proposed until 1985. At that time, he had already been ordered to investigate by the then President Nick Song because of his private sales of arms to foreign countries. Appeared in front of Ross as a technical consultant for exploration | spaceflight.

Looking at that strange look, what would he know?

Ross thought lightly, with no fluctuations in his heart at all.

At this time, he no longer cares about whether someone will expose him. The era of Mutant is over. Whether it was hostile or friendly before, under the influence of the general trend, it is difficult to have serious twists and turns in the specific direction. The narrow vision of human beings has expanded to the vast starry sky at the moment when the Asgardians make a high-profile appearance. Now everyone knows that the real enemy of the world is the vicious aliens, not the human branch that is migrating deep into the barren mountains .

The secret that the potion comes from Mutant cells may not be hidden from the opponent. Although the research direction is more focused on bionic machines, Trask is a scientist who has studied Mutant very well. He claims to care about the fate of mankind and has always been at the forefront of human progress and development. At the same time, Trask is also a very smooth businessman, with a lot of political skills and ambitions. Colonel Stryker, who died in the hands of Ross and almost killed Magneto and Professor X, was his loyal assistant before. After Trask was imprisoned, Stryker inherited the research results of the former company, so that he could successfully use the Mutant body as the basis Transform a powerful X-weapon.

In Ross's view, Trask is a thoughtful guy, not just repulsed like a random thug on the street, maybe he is more out of inferiority in height, and wants to build enemies and defeat them Leave your name in history. The mood was understandable, but he better not try to get in front of Ross, or he'd be the next Malik, and Ross didn't mind the effort to get his head blown open.

Just thought of the dead Malik, and then Ross saw a real Malik.

A woman smiled and stood up in front of him.

"Mr. Byrne was often mentioned by my father during his lifetime. We greatly admire your courage and achievement. I am Gideon's daughter, Stephanie Malek."

Stephanie is a twenty-eight or nine-year-old Russian-born young woman with fair hair and fair skin, with intelligent and firm eyes shining brightly. She is wearing a long-sleeved white sweater on her upper body, and the outline of her plump chest is softened| The soft fabric is perfectly outlined, and the slender and well-fitting lower body is tightly wrapped up to the knees by an elegant black tulip-like skirt that hangs down. Although she may not look particularly beautiful at first glance, she exudes beauty from the inside out. With an intellectual and shrewd atmosphere, coupled with a curvy figure, it is quite attractive.

She came here on behalf of a company that has a cooperative relationship with NASA, and hopes to cooperate with others in interstellar exploration | to find places where aliens are hiding -- there may be some ulterior reasons, but Ross does not Do not care.

"I once had a brief meeting with Mr. Malik on the streets of Washington, but unfortunately we didn't have the chance to meet again." Ross held the hand of his enemy's daughter regretfully, as if the death of the other party's father had nothing to do with him.

Malik's death was so sudden that Stephanie couldn't have known it was Ross's doing, so the two exchanged greetings and contact information, and then it was Ross's old acquaintance's turn

Tony Stark, who is often compared by the media. 1

...asking for flowers......

Compared with the previous two, Tony's attitude is definitely not friendly. Because he was stung by a mutant spider outside the laboratory, he was frightened for many days. He was criticized by the outside world for his lack of self-love, which caused him to gain weight. It is impossible for him to give Ross a good face.

So when Ross came in front of Tony, Iron Man simply turned his head to the side, pretending not to see the hand extended by Ross, and chatting with MR.

Ross smiled, nodded to Reed, and continued to meet the next guest under the guidance of the general.

The next thing that appeared in front of him was Darren Klaus, the CEO of Pym Technology, and Hope, the new chairman and daughter of the company founder.

The attitude of these two people is lukewarm. They are scientists with high IQ and low EQ. Pym Technology has always been known for its strong level of basic physics. There is no business intersection, and there is no need if there is no communication, so the words are more perfunctory, and the skills are much inferior to Justin Hammer and others behind.

The last participant was Aldridge Killian, an independent biologist who actually runs AIM.

This company claims to create a new generation of super-powered armed systems to compete with the Overwatch Company under the laboratory. Since AIM is the first company to publicly announce that it will fight against S.T.A.R, it has attracted public attention recently. However, due to its operating model and The purpose of the company is to imitate Ross's cutting-edge laboratory in every way, and it even publicly claims to conduct reverse research to crack the secrets of Phoenix Potion, so the outside world generally does not think highly of it.

However, Ross happened to know Killian's secret. As early as when Maya accepted the invitation from the laboratory, she mentioned that she had packaged and sold all the technical materials she had studied for many years to another colleague, and that person's name was Aldridge Killian. As far as Ross knows, Killian had a feud with Stark, and the strange thing is that he doesn't stare at the playboy who is close at hand, but stares at Ross closely, which is very surprising.

"Why is he looking at me like that?" After a short handshake, Ross was a little puzzled.

"You guys knew each other before?" The general was also very surprised. The hatred in Killian's eyes could be said to be undisguised just now, even an outsider could feel it.

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Think he and Stark will be more familiar. Ross shook his head and sat back in his seat.

His position happened to be across from the AIM delegates, with Reed a little to the left, and beyond that the indifferent Tony and the little dwarf Trask who occasionally looked over.

The Assistant to the President for National Security Affairs, who presided over the meeting, began to speak. Ross listened to the speech, looked at the people across from him, and suddenly became distracted.

He couldn't help but think about how long it would take to kill all the attendees in front of him if he suddenly launched an attack now.

Eight seconds, or nine seconds...maybe less.

It's an all-star cast featuring members of the Avengers alliance, super criminals, mad scientists and heirs to a secret order.

If this is really done, perhaps the technological level of mankind will go back five years, and at the same time cause a turmoil.

Without the steel battle suit, Tony is just a useless person, not much better than ordinary people, and he can't even exercise vigorously for a long time because of the problem of shrapnel in his chest cavity.

Reed will be the first to be attacked. Although his rubber body is immune to most physical attacks, Ross believes that his high-speed vibrating knife can easily

It cut into his nerve center and immediately made him lose control of his body.

Killian might be a nuisance, but if he At the moment has been injected with Extremis and has no obvious side effects like the original timeline, then he is worth Ross's fee

Some thoughts... But I can't resist for long.

With a mind full of delusions, Ross looked at these people opposite and smiled slightly.

Killian was about to pick up the coffee in front of him, when he saw Ross's smile, he felt cold all over, and accidentally knocked over the cup, spilling the whole cup of hot coffee on the middle of his trousers,

It was so hot that he jumped up in embarrassment.

"Be careful, Mr. Killian." Ross smiled at him from a distance, feeling very comfortable.

It's just a fantasy, but it's an interesting idea. .