Marvel's Speedster

When Obady in New York finished his thinking and left the warm study, it was just six o'clock in the morning in the remote corner of Central Asia. At the moment, the sky was still dark, and the lights in the temporary settlements were not too bright. The simple tents kept trembling in the howling night wind, and the fine sand and gravel were rolled up by the airflow, hitting the thick canvas and leather like raindrops, from time to time There were bursts of slight crashing sounds.

At the moment is the severe winter, the indoor temperature is not high, and the outside temperature is even lower. Even the local residents who are familiar with the climate usually have to wear thick sheepskin and cotton robes to go out, but this moment is colder than the temperature. It is the muzzle of dozens of black holes. After Obaday's private army subdued the militants who kidnapped Tony, they forced them to throw away their weapons and kneel in rows with their hands up.

"Yes, I understand..." Regardless of the tense atmosphere outside, a middle-aged man's voice sounded quietly in the largest tent.

After the report was over, Obaday's confidant hung up the phone.

"As expected of Stark, he said that he wanted to shut down the weapon department, but he created such a large murder weapon in private. Fortunately, the boss has already prepared it." Turning around Tony's original armor prototype, his confidant raised his voice and ordered the outside His men came in and put it on a truck, and left the place before dark.

A few mercenaries lifted the heavy armor out of the tent, then started the truck engine.

Hearing the roar of the engine, Obaday's confidant turned around and looked at the stiff bald man collapsed beside the wine table. This was Omar, the leader of the armed forces who attacked Tony.

According to Obaday's instructions, he has one small task left before he leaves, which is to wipe Omar and his men from the face of the earth.

There is no difficulty in this task. The bald thugs who are careless and careless have already been knocked down by him with high-frequency pulses. The small pulse generator only has a USB file size, which can be easily hidden in the palm of your hand to avoid being fired. This banned weapon It was originally designed to temporarily paralyze the nerves. Through some high-frequency bands, people will fall into a stroke state for about 15 minutes. Its spread range is very limited. The operator does not have to worry about accidental injury as long as he wears shields in both ears. It is another experience.

Looking at the bulging purple and black blood vessels on the right side of Omar's skull, he knew that it would not be an easy task for him to recover his mobility in a short time.

"This is a greeting from my boss. Don't worry, you won't feel it after a while. This is just the slightest way to deal with it. It's a benefit for temporary collaborators. Goodbye, Leader Omar."

He frivolously patted his bare head, and his confidant happily walked towards the exit. Just as his fingers touched the canvas curtain, suddenly a giant hand broke through the door and grabbed his throat.

At the same time, gunshots rang out outside.

"God, what is this?" a mercenary yelled.

In front of him was a burly man with white hair and a shawl. Dozens of bullets hit his body, blood was constantly blooming. Such an injury would be fatal to any strong soldier, but the big man just shook his body. He swayed, and his footsteps paused a little.

"Roar!"

The gunfire paused, and the big man raised his face and let out a beast-like roar, the sharp canine teeth reflecting the cold light.

With the help of the light, the mercenaries on the opposite side could clearly see through the broken clothes that many of the wounds on the big man's body had disappeared, leaving only some serious wounds that had not healed

The muscles at the injured site wriggled strangely and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was not until the metal bullets were squeezed out by the wriggling muscle tissue and fell to the ground with a crisp sound that the frightened crowd on the opposite side woke up.

"Werewolves!"

"It's a monster!"

"Everyone fire!"

All kinds of voices suddenly became noisy, and Obaday's private soldiers no longer cared about the crowd kneeling on the ground. They only heard a bang, and those disarmed thugs stood up like crazy and fled in all directions. Amidst the waves of gunfire, some people were beaten to pieces by the bullets, but some lucky ones quickly disappeared into the night. In such chaos, before the quick-response mercenaries replaced the grenade launchers, a ball of flames pierced the darkness and descended from the sky.

"boom!"

The fireball exploded in the crowd, and the heat wave of burning iron and gold instantly blew up several private soldiers and thugs, and the nearby tents were affected, the solid steel skeleton was twisted like a piece of paper, and the thick canvas and human clothes were destroyed. The high temperature ignites, and a bright flame rises in the dark.

The buildings collapsed, the smoke and dust filled the air, and the mercenaries were horrified. They had to deal with the enraged undead monsters and beware of the fireball attack from the dark, no matter how experienced they were

No matter how well equipped the equipment was, it felt extremely tricky for a while.

"Sir, we must leave immediately..."

The captain of the private army hastily set up a resistance position, ran to Omar's tent and shouted, before he could enter, "ten middle-aged men who were stomping around flew out from inside.

"Wow----"

Obadai's confidant was thrown out of the tent, and he hit the mercenary captain with his head, and then his face hit the ground heavily, his skin collided with sand and gravel, and blood flowed from his face after the severe pain.

After finally waking up, through tears and blood, the middle-aged man saw a titan wearing a helmet coming out of the tent.

Raindrops of bullets drew countless spots of light in the air, roaring and pouring on the two humanoid monsters in front and behind, but soon the mercenaries desperately found that the helmet titan at the back was more difficult to deal with than the previous ghoul. What kind of blows fell on him, at most, a series of small craters rippled on the surface of the skin, and then bounced to the side after exhausting the kinetic energy.

"Reptile, do it to Juggernaut!"

Titan roared, buried his head and rushed towards the shaking crowd, immediately causing ghosts to cry and wolves to howl.

Taking advantage of his inattention, the mercenary captain dragged Obadai's confidant with all his strength, and led him to escape to the truck that had started.

"I can't leave, and the boss's task has not been completed...Go back and kill Omar!", When he came to the car door, the middle-aged man suddenly remembered Obadai's order, if such an important mission cannot be completed, There will be no good results after going back by myself.

"Sir, there's no time!" The captain resolutely refused to agree. He sat on the driver's seat and manipulated the steering wheel, and at the same time he pointed his head at the fleeing men and yelled for them to get on the car.

Behind him, the middle-aged man grabbed the pistol at his waist, before he could make up his mind, a long tongue broke the window glass, wrapped the captain's neck from the outside and forcibly pulled him to the ground.

"Fxxx!"

The middle-aged man was stunned, and now he finally couldn't bear the fear in his heart anymore. He sat in front of the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator like crazy, and drove the truck all the way away.

After he left, gunshots rang sporadically for a while, and soon fell into silence. When the gunpowder smoke dissipated slightly and the outside became quiet, the bald leader Omar finally regained some mobility. He struggled to stand up, staggering He choked and walked out of the tent.

Before approaching the collapsed gate, a flash of bright lightning flashed, and the rough canvas tent was torn in half as if being cut by a knife.

Through the huge gap, Omar saw a strong man covered in tattoos walking in with two glowing long whips. This man was very strange, and he seemed to be a Russian.

"You saved me... what do you want?"

He struggled to control his tongue and asked.

"What do you want?"

The tattooed burly man sized him up a few times, then snorted softly.

"Definitely the marionette of the BOSS, what else could it be?"

Hearing the other party's ruthless question, Omar's knees softened and he knelt down.

The changes in Central Asia were too late to be reported back to New York. On the second day, Obaday came to Tony's seaside mansion according to his plan.

Before he arrives, Pepper is helping Tony replace his old Ark engine.

"It's really a pair of beautiful and exquisite hands", Tony lay on the bed and admired, and then handed over the adjusted new engine to his most trusted person.

"My God, that's what kept you alive?"

Pepper looked at the gleaming tiny energy sources and exclaimed softly.

"Not yet, but soon this in my body will be history." Looking at his masterpiece, Tony was both tired and proud.

"Sorry for keeping you out these days, but it's something that lasts my life, I had to spend a little more time... I was going to replace the old one with it just now, but there was a plug in it, and I Want you to come and help me get this done."

"What do I need to do?" Pepper asked subconsciously, before recovering.

"Why me?" She couldn't help asking again.

These days, she has always thought that she has lost trust, or that this trust has always been just a one-sided imagination. Originally, Pepper had already considered the future direction, but now she got a chance to communicate with Tony face to face.

Tony lived up to her expectations.

"Because you are the person I trust the most...you are the most capable and trustworthy woman I have ever seen..."

He looked at Pepper with a look in his eyes that would melt her soul.

.....…Ok. "

Looking into Stark's eyes, Pepper's heart softened, she promised, and stretched out her hand to Tonyxiong.

The engine was warm and vibrated slightly, as if Tony's heart was beating.

I didn't dare to use too much force for the first time, twisted it and didn't move it. Pepper was about to start again when the voice of the artificial intelligence butler J.A.R.V.I.S suddenly sounded.

"Mr. Obadie Stein is here. He has important business to ask for an interview." 750

The two looked at each other for a while, and then separated again.

Tony shrugged and sat up with difficulty.

"It seems that we need to pause for a few minutes. I'll go up to see if the board of directors has any crazy proposals... I'll see you later, don't forget our agreement.

Coughing a few times, Tony pointed at Pepper, put on his clothes and left the workshop.

Holding the new engine, Pepper sat blankly on the chair next to him, his mind in a mess.

In just a few minutes, countless lights and shadows flashed in her mind. For a while, it was Tony's figure and deeds, and for a while, it was Ross's voice and smile. Although the length of contact was different, it is undeniable that these two people are in her heart It left a deep impression.

At this moment, Pepper's heart was full of confusion, and countless scenes flashed before his eyes.

When those scenes slowly faded away, Tony's image gradually took the upper hand. For the loyal and grateful Pepper, it was this person who led her from an ordinary female college student to her career and worked with her for nearly ten years. Compared with the mysterious and powerful Ross, the emotional but vulnerable Stark may need his help more.

Her thoughts gradually became clear, and just when she was about to make up her mind, footsteps sounded outside, and Tony staggered down the stairs.

"What happened?" Pepper hurried to support him.

There was no need for Tony to say it himself, she could tell from his complexion that something important had happened.

In just a few minutes, Stark seemed to be a different person, his eyes were bloodshot, and there was an indescribable anger in his expression.

Staring into Pepper's eyes, Tony wanted to ask a few questions, but he didn't know where to start. He just looked at her inexplicably, and moved away after a minute.

open sight.

"Continue now?"

Pepper asked, raising the new engine in his hand.

Tony didn't speak, the big hole in momoxiong's mouth, as if all the energy and anger had drained from that deep wound.

He took his heart back from Pepper's hand like a boulder.

"No, I'm a little tired..."

He spoke slowly, walking back to his room with his back to Pepper.

In his hand, he was tightly clutching the folder Obady sent, and those photos and documents about Pepper were mixed together and he held them into a ball. .