Marvel turns into Iron Man

After weighing it over and over again, Miss Stark decided to personally take the position that belonged to Coulson.

The black Chevrolet SUV was parked along the road and next to the street.

Miss Stark jumped out of the car and walked towards the sky blue nanny car not far away.

At the same time, she got out of the car, and Grant Ward was following behind her.

"Go and inform the auxiliary policemen over there, and let them begin to evacuate the surrounding people."

Seemingly thinking that too many people might cause someone to be injured, Miss Stark finally asked Ward to go.

Under the authority of the "international police" level of SHIELD, these auxiliary police officers quickly acted.

Not only that, but even centered on this intersection.

Several other intersections passing in this direction all turned into red lights.

Jarvis forcibly controls traffic light authority by hacking traffic coordinator.

Soon, the nearby vehicles had already left, and the whole street fell silent.

"Such a big man is afraid to become like this, it seems that you haven't experienced much~"

Ward always looked tense, never moving his hands away from his legs.

It may be that the previous confrontation with superhumans made him a little cramped and difficult to adapt.

In the end, Miss Stark just patted him on the shoulder lightly.

Nonsense, what you experienced has been adapted into a legendary story and passed on to Wanjia, and me! ! !

"With all due respect, you're risking the lives of thousands of people around you, sir."

Ward roared in his heart, but he finally said such a sentence after holding back for a long time.

Hearing his words, Miss Stark showed a mocking smile.

"You must have never seen the scenery behind the Stargate, Ward."

The implication is - these are all small scenes, and my sister has seen more awesome ones.

Even if the scene is out of control, she can control the field in an instant to complete the counter-kill.

As the words fell, a small stream of mercury-like liquid flowed from her sleeve.

However, these liquids did not fall on the ground, but a new structure was built little by little in her hands.

Within two seconds, the silver liquid turned into a large black hand-held loudspeaker with a white eagle logo.

And all this only caused Ward to look slightly sideways——

But since the lady always took out such magical props, he didn't say anything.

"Mr. Peterson, good morning, we are here to help."

Without hesitation, Miss Stark turned on the loudspeaker and said to the car.

The sound passes through the loudspeaker and becomes so loud that it can be heard even from the other side of the street.

However, the situation in the car has long since become more complicated.

"What did you do, what did you do?!"

Mike Peterson's face was a bit ferocious, and he roared unwillingly at Daisy.

It could be over soon, but it turned out like this at the last moment.

Damn it, this group of people from government agencies must have been brought here by her.

Everything that happened in the car is only separated from the outside by a door.

Seeing that there seemed to be some movement in the car, Ward immediately took his pistol in his hand.

After buckling the insurance, he pressed down on the muzzle of the gun, as if this was the only way to bring him a sense of security.

However, these false senses of security have become all but lost over time.

It was so quiet—there wasn't even any sound inside, and Ward instinctively sensed something was wrong.

However, Miss Stark is on his side, and as a man he cannot back down.

So, when Mike Peterson knocked off the car door directly, he was the worst one.

The car door was blown away by a strange force, but no one noticed the green glow that flashed at the moment the car door collapsed.

The appearance of the green awn is naturally the time gem that freezes time instantly.

Then Miss Stark took a slow step to the side, and then ended the time stagnation.

"Bang—"

Before the poor agent Ward had time to react, he was directly beaten out by Daisy's blue car door that day.

The door was not big, but the impact brought Ward straight to the ground a few meters away.

Mike jumped off with his son in his arms, dragged Daisy and rushed out.

Miss Stark just stood there quietly holding a loudspeaker, even with a demure smile on her face.

Before fleeing, Mike had a brief eye contact with this woman.

He instinctively didn't care, but when he ran away with his son.

Only then, as if belatedly, I remembered the expression on the woman looking at me——

It was a bone-chilling coldness, with a hint of interest.

Daisy was numbly pulled by Mike Peterson, and ran towards the lobby of Union Station following Mike who was holding the child.

It took them less than 20 seconds to reach the finish line for a distance of several hundred meters.

What they couldn't see, however, was that Miss Stark's kestrel was still there in the sky behind them.

"Hey, sir, please go back to the security channel!"

The security guard at Union Station didn't even have time to stop Mike who rushed in, and he dragged Daisy into it.

Outside the door, Ward also opened the car door that was pressing on him, climbed up, and ran towards the station.

"Skye will help you create chaos and find a way to stop Mike Peterson."

Miss Stark called out to Ward's back, and Ward gave her a sign that she was heard.

Without a single pause, he rushed into Union Station at a [-]-meter sprint speed.

"Go upstairs and look for an open sniper spot, and wait for Skye to lead him into the hall."

Then, Miss Stark ordered from the window of the Chevrolet Saaban SUV that had already ignited the engine.

"Sir, won't you come with us?"

Simmons asked a little blankly, his big eyes looked full of doubts.

"This is your battle, and I'll be outside waiting for your news."

As Miss Stark said, she turned the loudspeaker into nanomaterials and put it away.

Mei just nodded slightly, put down the handbrake and stepped on the accelerator.

The black Chevrolet Subaban set off again, leaving Miss Stark behind.

But Miss Stark had a familiar smile on her face—often a sign of bad luck for someone.

She has seen the familiar sunset red of [Lola].

"Hello Phil, How do matters stand?"

(Good morning, Phil, how's it going?)

Phil Coulson drove his favorite classic car and parked right in front of Miss Stark.

PS:

Ever since he joined Phil Coulson's team, Grant Ward, one of the Hydra male gods, has not been injured once (aunt laughs)