Marvel turns into Iron Man

The operation was indeed going well, at least until Agent Ward tried to outflank it from the rear.

After easily getting rid of the big motorcycle man standing in front of him, Ward slowly picked up the dropped gun from the ground.

But after that, a woman who seemed quite elegant appeared in front of him.

The woman who appeared in front of him had fair skin and a tall and proud figure.

A delicate face that brought disaster to the country and the people, with a breathtaking light shining deep in the green algae-colored pupils.

"You're a great fighter, I can't help but feel something special about you—"

The sound can charm the mind, and people can't help but be intoxicated after listening to it, and give up thinking.

And when she stared at him, the charm in her eyes, coupled with her slightly raised red lips, was quite seductive.

"Yes, so put your hands behind your head and kneel, miss."

Ward didn't mean to let the other party go at all, and pointed a gun at the other party in the same way as dealing with an ordinary prisoner.

Hearing his words, the woman seemed to hear some funny joke, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, and she took a step forward slowly.

"Men are vying to kneel in front of me, and I will never bow to them."

Agent Ward had to admit that this woman was more attractive than any woman he had ever seen, and it seemed to be an innate instinct.

And in that moment, Ward did admit that he had lost his mind for a while.

"...Is there anyone, we need support here."

But for Sea Demon Lorelei, it is enough to seize this momentary opportunity.

Like an old friend, she patted Ward's arm lightly before he could react.

"You know what, you don't need support—"

There was a victorious smile on Lorelai's face, and a cunning that only women could have in her eyes.

Grant Ward, who will be 30 years old after the end of the year, is a senior elite agent of the Homeland Strategic Defense, Offensive and Logistical Support Directorate.

And in the process of assisting in an arrest mission, he encountered something that could change his life-he fell in love.

"You're right, I don't need any support, all I need is you."

Changing his mind, Ward said as he reached for the gun back into the holster on his waist and thigh.

In less than 30 seconds, Ward started a heavy locomotive parked in the parking lot behind the bar.

"Take me to a more magnificent place, a place worthy of my queen status, my dear?"

Lorelai sat on the back seat of the motorcycle, crawled on the warm and firm back of the other party, and whispered softly in Ward's ear.

Feeling the exquisite but fiery slender body behind him, the old driver Ward had an inexplicable smile on his face.

"I know a place that would be a good fit for you—"

Ward is indeed one of the most elite field agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., and he was trained as a backup for Coulson and others.

Unambiguously, he threw away all the positioning devices on his body, and sped away in another direction at full speed.

The powerful Harley heavy locomotive set off a cloud of dust in the desert, and soon disappeared.

It wasn't until the remaining resistance forces in the bar were completely suppressed that the team led by Coulson realized that they had lost their lives.

Similarly, during the fierce battle, Lorelai's followers who used live ammunition also broke the collar around Ms. Schiffer's waist.

The magical product made of fairy metal that was specially cast to seal the siren's voice.

At this time, it has been 10 minutes since Ward took Lorelei on the road and left——

Coulson immediately reported the news that Ward was charmed by the siren, and the spy satellite of SHIELD also located his figure on the road in the desert.

But often when the dispatched agents arrived at the scene, what they saw was one car after another that had been replaced.

Ward has started a highway robbery business, trying to stop an approaching car every 10 minutes.

In this way, he walked all the way and robbed all the way, starting from Death Valley at the junction of California and Nevada.

Through the interstate highway network laid in the desert, we drove all the way to the edge of the desert.

And once it entered the city, any detection method of S.H.I.E.L.D. would lose its effect like a mud cow entering the sea.

The target of the tracking is an action agent with top anti-reconnaissance capabilities who was born in the SHIELD Academy of Secret Service.

For these agents, any city is as easy as visiting their own backyard.

As the team leader, Phil Coulson also understood this problem, so he had no choice but to apply for technical support from the headquarters.

In other words, it was an application to dispatch the resources of S.H.I.E.L.D. to Daisy, the chief hacker under him, to track Ward's whereabouts.

Time passed quickly, twelve hours later, Nevada, the casino city of Las Vegas.

Located in the heart of Las Vegas, at the intersection of Flamingo Road and Las Vegas Central Avenue, Caesars Palace welcomes a young couple to visit.

Ward took his goddess and spent half a day hiding from the surrounding counties to the center of the city.

The two held hands like a pair of sweet and loving young couples, and slowly walked into the luxuriously decorated and resplendent hall of the Caesars Palace Hotel.

Looking at the large indoor fountain in the hall, as well as the valuable plaster artwork around the fountain, Lorelei raised her brows slightly.

"It's my good fortune to have found a man like you—you're nothing like those men in the desert."

The prosperity of the human city made this young woman who is hundreds of years old quite dumbfounded and surprised, and even joyful.

It seems that Lorelei prefers everything that is convenient on earth compared to the non-smoky style of Asgard's Asgard.

"It's just well-trained. I'm not a fool. I know you're using me, but in fact, I don't care."

"Lorelai, I am willing to die for you. I think any man would feel the same way."

Ward shrugged his shoulders lightly, looking at Lorelai's face full of indifference, but there was a deeper feeling in his heart.

He was still wearing the black suit of an operational agent, with a black Nike backpack slung over his shoulder.

In the backpack were the dollar cash he took out from the safe house, and two tickets to New York tomorrow morning purchased through special channels.

PS:

Whenever it comes time to write about the splendor of capitalism

This kind of thing is not complicated intuitively, but it is even more difficult to write