Marvel's Speedster

When the North American continent is approaching the warm spring, the distant Central Asia is experiencing the first cold snap of the new year.

The morning sun was hidden at the edge of the horizon, the sky was covered with clusters of dark clouds, and fine snowflakes were floating in the air. They were accompanied by the high-pressure cyclone from Siberia, and there were countless small boulders in the middle.

The temperature is getting lower and lower, but the crowds in the desert are gathering more and more. They carry all kinds of weapons, wear different clothes, and their accents are very messy. Even an experienced linguist walks into their ranks. It is difficult to know the details of everyone, except that some are from local tribes, some from neighboring territories, and many are strangers to each other, with restless and wary eyes.

It wasn't until the appearance of the long-lost leader Omar that these people's attention shifted to him.

Through a burst of impassioned speeches and banknote offensives, Omar successfully aroused people's fighting spirit. Taking advantage of bursts of fanatical shouts, the bald leader's men moved several wooden boxes, took out a large number of syringes and distributed them.

Looking at the supporters who were giving injections one after another, Guomar rubbed his bald head and laughed grinningly.

"A lot of people think I'm dead, but they'll soon know I'm back. Soon I'll have a super army, and then we'll attack the lackeys of the Americans. I'm going to stand in the city before dark tonight. Troops were reviewed from the scholastic tower in the center."

"It's definitely not a problem. We have tested it. Those people's potions can really give people the power of a demon. As long as there are no heavy weapons, the American soldiers are not our opponents. Once they enter the city, they will completely rule us." The subordinates agreed in time, and the people next to him also agreed again and again.

"Eliminate the running dog regime today, and clean up the tribal armed forces tomorrow. Since the decline of Genghis Khan's career, this land has always been in a state of chaos, and it has been like this for a thousand years, but it is different now. We have mastered the power of genes, it Incomparably powerful, more valuable than Stark's missiles, as long as we can control this land, we can expel the Americans, and then I am the well-deserved leader of the countries in Central Asia, and I want to reproduce the golden family on this land brilliant."

Omar said in high spirits, as if he had really become the king of all countries, the emperor of Central Asia.

Obaday's assassination last time had dealt him a heavy blow, and his prestige had also declined, but a turning point was also brewing from the crisis. A mysterious force approached the famous warlord who had kidnapped Tony, and provided him with A lot of magic medicine lies.

Although these potions are dangerous experimental products, and there have been some terrible accidents during the trial process, Omar never cared about the casualties. When he saw the huge power contained in the transparent potion, his vigorous ambition immediately burst forth like a burning fire. The moon is blazing, and this time he vowed not to miss the opportunity again, and must start his own great career.

Amidst the compliments, there was a discordant voice.

"Stark will come back, what shall we do then?" Omar's close comrade-in-arms, Abu, the bearded leader who posed as the leader when he kidnapped Tony, was not so optimistic. During Iron Man's first cross-border operation, Abu, who was sweeping the village, was hit hard. Tony handed him over to the persecuted villagers. He was rescued, and was later the first to receive potion treatment to restore health.

Maybe after that painful lesson, Abramovich's confidence is not as sufficient as before. Hearing Omar's wild words, he can't help feeling a little worried.

"Don't be intimidated by Stark, my brother Abu. I really hope he can come, don't forget that our allies are waiting to give him a big surprise~°!" Omar opened his clothes and laughed, and gave He pointed to the strong man sitting cross-legged alone on the sand dunes in the distance.

Looking over with Omar's fingers, Abu saw the tattooed Russian with a toothpick in his mouth, concentrating on fiddling with his two long lightning whips.

That is the inventor of the Ark engine, the son of Anton Van Cole, in the original timeline, he had a nickname - Ivan the Whiplash.

Feeling the peeping eyes from a distance, Ivan raised his head and grinned. Across a distance of hundreds of yards, the bearded Abu still shivered uncontrollably.

Before he could persuade him any more, Omar had already walked into the crowd first, and his loyal followers followed him one after another, and Abu also had to take a step forward.

Following Omar's speech, thousands of people shouted like thunder again. People waved the long knives in their hands. Continuously in the valley. Among these fanatics, only Abu faintly realizes that Omar's ambition is just a pawn in the hands of others, and the truly terrifying thing is always the invisible hand that hides in the dark and manipulates everything.

"Holy war! Holy war! Holy war!"

A huge amount of sound interrupted Abu's thinking. Amid the howling mountain wind, the crowd rode horses and drove cars, and rushed to the battlefield in mighty fashion.

At noon that day, the government camp was breached and the target city fell.

At dusk, Omar's forces wiped out all remnants of the enemy, took control of all public facilities, and officially issued a notice to the world, announcing the establishment of their own country in the remote Central Asian region

This news immediately hit many people's faces like a sharp whip.

Soon, this desolate area attracted the attention of all parties.

two weeks later.

"Da da da da..."

At the US military base stationed in Central Asia, a middle-aged military officer is concentrating on typing on the keyboard, reporting Omar's power assessment report to the Pentagon far away in the mainland.

.....As we all know, since the United States army entered Central Asia, the dictatorships in this region have been overthrown by the people one after another. During the establishment of the democratic regime, some evil careerists also took advantage of the chaos and formed their own Among them, the Omar gang is the most powerful one, which once participated in the conspiracy to kidnap the famous Chinese entrepreneur Tony Stark, and not long ago annexed the neighboring pro-American regime...."

"Based on the fact that the Omar Gang, former Stark Industries executive executive Obaday Stein, supplied an undisclosed amount of advanced munitions to the Omar Gang long before their conquest of the region.

The Omar bandit carried out preliminary arming and training for its forces.....It is worth noting that in the war of conquest, the bandit armed forces showed an astonishing desire to fight, and their individual qualities were extremely excellent. The government army under the command of the United States Completely vulnerable, completely reduced to the loser of this civil war. "

"The question now is, what is the mystery behind the source of power of this nascent regime that can make it look new? Who is the shadow behind the Omar gang, if anyone is behind it? Is it the Russians, or the countries of Western Europe and East Asia? It is still unknown, but from a professional point of view, the improvement of the combat effectiveness of any modern army needs large-scale industrialization support. It must obtain equipment, materials and spiritual core to fully exert its strength. Without these foundations, only the leader The verbal incitement cannot be realized, and it is suggested that the intelligence agencies should track it in time."

The middle-aged officer drew up a draft and reviewed the tens of pages of long document again. After reading it, he felt a little ridiculous.

Although he has been collecting information with great care, the numbers in those investigation reports are still not directly proportional to the actual combat effectiveness shown by Omar's armed forces.

These materials are all collected by the US military stationed in Central Asia, including the latest drone reconnaissance report, and news obtained through telephone monitoring through technical means, and even information about Omar and his accomplices before the government was overthrown. The identity history, the middle-aged officer and his team collected these materials by category [finally came up with a clearer identification

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In his feeling, Omar is a bad embryo who is naturally ambitious, worships the iron-handed politicians in history, aspires to become a great dictator like Genghis Khan and Timur, and at the same time has a fanatical interest in advanced weapon technology , this may be the reason why he cooperated with Opadry, but it cannot explain why his subordinates have such a strong combat effectiveness

According to the observation of the military officer, Omar's forces are at an absolute disadvantage in all aspects. The former government owned dozens of cities, 100,000 veterans with war experience, and possessed Elementary level industrialized production ability, but the final record was just the opposite. The bald leader With a mob of thousands of people, it was as easy as destroying an old and dilapidated house, and it was easily demolished, and its own country was built in the ruins-what the hell is going on?

Regarding this question, the middle-aged officer could only frown and think hard, and at the same time turned on the screen again to watch the blurry on-site battle records again.

The video went over again, and the red-eyed officer still couldn't find any clues, as if Omar's men suddenly took banned drugs and turned into Superman like Captain America.

Thinking of Captain America, the officer's heart suddenly moved. He was about to get close to the inspiration when suddenly the door of the office opened.

".~Have you found any clues?" The brigadier general asked casually, rubbing his red nose from the cold.

"Not yet." The middle-aged officer smiled wryly.

"Don't pay too much attention to it. It's nothing new for a corrupt army to be knocked down by a weak opponent in the rising period. This kind of record is simply too common in history. Need I remind you of the Battle of Thermopylae, the Battle of Salamis and the Battle of Cannae? "The brigadier general dismissed the distress of his colleagues.

"Thank you, I can cite more similar examples, but this is not the reason for Omar's sudden rise. At least I can't think of any military strategist in modern times who used 3,000 people to wipe out 100,000 soldiers in a week. No Humans can do it. Now that he has even restored order in the city (Qian Zhao) and started to collect taxes from the residents to form a new legion, can we just watch his power expand step by step?"

"Actually, this is not a bad thing." The entourage brought two cups of hot coffee, and the brigadier took them bluntly and tasted them alone.

"If you ask me, this is not a bad thing. Spending tens of billions of military expenditures and mobilizing tens of thousands of young men from the mainland to come here, are we really bringing freedom for the Central Asians? If there are no these arrogant thugs, what reason do we have for a long time? Maintaining a military presence in Central Asia? Don't overthink it, my friend." With a sly gleam in his eyes, the brigadier general looked more like a politician than a military commander for the moment.

"As much as I hate to admit it, America does need these evil dictators. Industry needs them so that Congress can approve arms purchases and place massive orders; the government needs them, or no one will accept that the White House is always on Other countries dictate; we need them the most, without enemies, the military has no meaning, and may even fall victim to the economic crisis and be forced to disarm. So you see, everyone likes war, we can get promotion, industry The world can expand the market, politicians can win voters, and the ultimate victory is unquestionable, so friends, don't worry about them too much."

The brigadier general spoke relaxedly, and pushed the table full of documents to one side of the hall.

The middle-aged officer shook his head helplessly, silently tasting the bitter drink.

In the picture pushed aside, the shadow behind Mal seems to be quietly swaying.