Marvel turns into Iron Man

Lang Mulow drew his gun, and following his movements, Sharon, who was standing by the side, also drew his own gun.

Not only did the two draw their weapons, but everyone around them also drew their weapons and looked at each other warily.

In the end, everyone's eyes were on the young administrator in the center of the hall, who held the control authority.

Feeling the cold muzzle of the gun on the back of his head, the little brother swallowed slowly, his body seemed to tremble a little.

Sharon standing beside him could see that he was struggling, and he shook his head gently.

"Is there any problem, start it for me, do you hear me!"

Lang Muluo poked him twice with the muzzle of the gun and roared loudly, his words were extraordinarily excited.

"—Sorry, sir, I can't activate it, this is the captain's order."

In the end, as if he had made up his mind, the administrator brother said softly.

The sound was not loud, but everyone present could hear clearly in the room where the sword was about to drop and needles could be heard.

"Get out of here—"

"Sorry, Rumlow, I think you heard what he said, the captain will not allow it."

Sharon took a step forward, pointed the short black pistol in her hand at Lang Muluo's head, and said threateningly.

"Honestly, you're on the wrong team, Agent."

"Yes, then it depends on which side you are on."

Lang Mulow glanced at Sharon Carter with a vicious look, as if he was not afraid of her threat at all.

On the contrary, Sharon also responded with his words, and opened the safety catch of her pistol.

But the order to start the Insight Project was not just a personal order from Alexander Pierce, but something urged by Miss Stark.

If Lang Mulow doesn't want to mess things up by himself, then he must find a way to break the current stalemate.

Thinking of this, Lang Muluo could only sigh, and threw the pistol on the floor casually.

But in the blink of an eye, he pulled out a combat knife from the outside of his thigh, and scratched it on Sharon's arm.

Sharon's arm was cut naturally, and the severe pain made her unable to hold the pistol steadily and fell, but Lang Muluo caught it in her hand in an instant.

A hand-to-hand shootout was inevitable, and Langmlow forced Sharon away with two shots and kicked the administrator down.

The surrounding rapid reaction forces also fired at other agents, and the entire operation command and control center immediately heard a burst of noisy gunshots.

Lang Muluo immediately took advantage of the chaos and leaned over to the computer of the control center, and inserted a small mobile hard disk into the computer.

A series of data streams that no one can understand are scanned on the screen of the transparent glass plate.

Soon, a [OVERRIDE] warning appeared on the screen.

The Insight Plan has naturally considered some special circumstances, and has naturally prepared a program for permission writing and overwriting.

After ensuring that the insight plan had been activated, Lang Mulow immediately led his men to retreat while counterattacking, and evacuated from the operation command and control center.

At the same time, in the southeast of Theodore Roosevelt Island, there were different movements on the four long and narrow docks under the Tricurved Wing Building.

The four piers were originally built here for the purpose of parking ships, but what other people don't know is that the real "dock" is below this.

Three large cavities slowly appeared between the four long and narrow piers, and the layered armor plates gradually rose and split slowly from the middle.

The water flows from the high places to the low places because of these decks, and the bright sunlight from the zenith naturally spreads to the underground facilities through the cracks.

The figures of three space carriers equipped with anti-gravity jet engines gradually emerged, revealing everything around them at the same time.

If you can browse this scene from the air, the scenery you can see must be very amazing.

"Close the hangar door! Close the hangar door!!!!"

In the Insight Plan hangar, a black man in a brown suit ran wildly while waving his hands and shouting.

"What is he saying, do you hear clearly?"

The leader-like administrator turned to ask other staff around him, but he didn't notice that a staff member wearing a hat pulled out a gun from his back waist behind him.

Hydra has infiltrated every corner of S.H.I.E.L.D., as long as it is in the way, they will not choose to let it go.

After a few shots, everyone in the main central control room was cleared out, but the staff member of the Hydra leaned on the window and gave an OK gesture to the outside.

Before the running black man could see clearly, he was knocked down by several bullets from behind.

As he was dying, he saw from the corner of his eye the bright red stains on the face of the smiling man without any burden behind the glass.

Scenes of massacres appeared in every corner of the Insight Project hangar, and just when S.H.I.E.L.D. had no time to react, the sound of a huge storm came out.

A total of twelve huge anti-gravity engines on the three helicarriers were activated at the same time, and light blue flames mixed with violent winds blew to every part of the hangar.

"They've started the launch process, you better move fast."

Hill stared intently at the computer screen in front of him, talking to the Bluetooth headset next to his ear.

The huge anti-gravity engine brought the larger hull up at a constant speed, and the decks of the three space carriers were also in chaos.

When the Helicarrier rose above the level of the Potomac River, even downtown Washington could notice the movement.

The three huge space carriers were suspended in the air without any hidden, and the citizens began to exclaim.

Those who responded quickly had already picked up their mobile phones and started playing live broadcasts, and the news company in Washington also dispatched a TV broadcast van immediately.

Countless reporters, cameramen, webcast users, and countless citizens marched towards the banks of the Potomac River.

The White House, which was only a few kilometers away from Theodore Roosevelt Island, where the S.H.I.E.L.D. Tricurved Wing Building was located, immediately raised the alarm.

"They S.H.I.E.L.D. is going crazy, how long has it been settled and made big news again?!!!"

The door of the President's Office was kicked open, and the Chief of Staff rushed in while roaring loudly.

Then this middle-aged man, President Eisley's Chief of Staff, saw the situation in the President's Office.

President Eisley was sitting on the sofa chatting with Miss Stark, who visited the White House in the morning, without seeming worried.

On the table in front of the two of them were the delicately shaped desserts and steaming coffee just sent by the Secretariat.

"Don't worry, Mr. Green, as long as I'm here, I won't let you suffer any threats."

Miss Stark reached out to pick up the tray of coffee cups from the table, took a sip of the coffee, and smiled at the chief of staff who rushed into the room without any nervousness.

"...Mr. President, you'd better take refuge with us, it's not safe here."

Chief of Staff Green pointed out the door, and asked President Eisley reluctantly what he thought.

"In the current situation, it is more important to find a way to divert the public's attention than to seek refuge."

Mr. President shook his head lightly, and turned his gaze to Miss Stark, as if asking for advice.

"Let's put martial law within two kilometers of both sides of the Potomac River first, and let the National Guard evacuate the crowd."

"S.H.I.E.L.D. is falling into internal strife, and I'm afraid they'll accidentally hurt innocent passers-by."

Miss Stark put the coffee tray back on the table, then stood up, looking into the distance through the glass.

"Just do what she said, don't worry about the press conference, evacuate the crowd first."

President Eisley waved lightly at Chief of Staff Green, motioning for him to go to the arraignment.

"By the way, turn off the red alert and notify the Pentagon to let them not worry. There are already ways to deal with it."

Just as Mr. President said, when the Helicarrier rose without any concealment, the radar of the Ministry of National Defense noticed it immediately.

After all, what the city center of Washington, D.C. has, is the White House and Congress, the two most important institutions of the national government.

The Pentagon in Arlington County was in complete chaos. When the White House alarm sounded, the Department of Defense alarm sounded at the same time.

However, the alarm was manually turned off within about 3 minutes after it sounded——

Several resident generals held a meeting nearby, and the Minister of Defense told the news that the President had notified.

There is no need for an army, no air force, or any marine presence.

The White House only asked the Department of Defense to dispatch the National Guard around Washington to evacuate the people and set up a blockade.

The generals would have thought of rejecting the request as a slight and letting the army run its course.

However, when Army General Thaddeus Ross broke into the meeting room and slammed the table, everyone fell silent.

"Do you want the whole world to know that Washington, D.C., the world's largest intelligence agency has betrayed the United States?!"

"Are you trying to let the whole world know that the US government can't solve the problem and must send out the army to start a local war to suppress everything?!"

"If you idiots don't want to attract the attention of countries all over the world, and don't want to disappoint the American people, just cooperate with Washington."

General Ross naturally came here with Miss Stark's statement that the army is a national defense force, not a law enforcement agency.

If the matter is serious enough to threaten the security of the United States of America, the army will be allowed to dispatch to suppress it.

If the situation is not that bad, then the Ministry of Defense must cooperate with the national government to deal with what happened.

The result was that the generals unanimously agreed with General Ross' words and dispatched the National Guard near Washington to follow the White House's orders.

One after another, military transport vehicles, explosion-proof vehicles, and police cars drove onto the streets and converged on both sides of the Potomac River.

The National Guard, the urban anti-terrorist force, and the police in Washington, D.C., took to the streets and followed orders to draw up cordoned-off areas to drive away the onlookers.

"It's just a carnival—"

"I wish this carnival never happened."

On the balcony on the second floor of the White House, Miss Stark and President Eisley stood here admiring the distant scene.

It's just that, unlike Miss Stark's face full of joy as if watching a play, the expression on Mr. President's face is somewhat pitiful.

Security agents sealed off all areas near the White House to ensure that no one would take advantage of the chaos to attack state institutions.

The President's Iron Guard is also scattered in the area near the White House, following security agents stationed on every road leading to the White House.

"News media, is there a need for information control on the Internet?"

Mr. President looked at the gradually rising space carrier, and asked with some concern.

"Maybe not needed, these three space carriers are a very good warning—"

"Maybe we can take this opportunity to tell the world that we have the power to build them, and we have the power to destroy them."

Miss Stark shrugged her shoulders with a light smile, and did not choose to answer Mr. President's question directly.

"So you plan to watch here, don't you plan to go and participate in it?"

"The symbol of the American spirit is trying to save the country, why can't I give him a chance to show it~"

She didn't seem to have the slightest doubt about the outcome of this matter.

Because she prepared so many things for Rogers and others, and made so many foreshadowing.

If they can still lose in this way, then simply send them sinking to the Gulf of California at their doorstep.

As she said, Captain Rogers and Sam Wilson were running across the Quinjet landing pad by the dock.

"Hey Captain, how the hell am I going to tell the good guys from the bad guys?"

"The ones who help you are the good ones, and the ones who shoot you are the bad ones."

Rogers said succinctly, grabbed Sam's arm, and the two ran to the edge of the dock together.

But Sam didn't hesitate to spread out his two steel wings, activated the rocket backpack on his back and took the two of them to the sky.

Reaching the top, Sam threw Rogers directly on the deck of the Helicarrier, and then flew towards another ship by himself.

But Rogers was also caught in a bitter battle at this time. There were still many Hydra people on the deck, and they aimed at Rogers and pulled the trigger.

But Falcon encountered even greater trouble at this time—the full deck of the Helicarrier aimed at him, spitting crazily.

Automatic rifle sentry posts, unmanned anti-aircraft guns, and medium-to-near naval guns circled Sam's figure under the control of the computer, followed by various explosions.

If it was an ordinary person, he would have been stupefied by such a situation at this time, but Sam Wilson was different.

He is the only person who has won the title of Falcon, and he has a very high compatibility with the set of equipment behind him.

It was as if the air was his domain, and no bullet or shell could catch up to Sam.

"Hey, Captain, I seem to have found the bad guys you mentioned—"

He was manipulating the two steel wings with his arms and fingers, but Sam was still talking into the earphone like he was having a hard time.

"I said, brother, are you all right?"

Rogers hid behind the container, and his eyes naturally saw the flying and crossing artillery fire in the sky, as well as the flying gray little man.

Similarly, the result that the Helicarrier couldn't hit anyone even with such intensive artillery fire was also seen by the people in the director's office on the top floor of the Tricurved Wing Building.

Director Alexander Pierce cursed the trash secretly, while looking at the several directors in the room.

"... Let me ask you a question."

As he spoke, he walked slowly to the table, put his mobile phone on the towel, and reached for two glasses of champagne.

"If there were mass terrorists attacking South Asia tomorrow, you know they would drag your daughter into the back garden and execute her."

"And you only need to press a button to kill those people in advance, will you press it?"

A smile appeared on Director Pierce's face, and he reached out and handed one of the glasses of champagne to the Indian director.

"If I flip the switch and it costs millions of lives, then I will never flip it."

The director sneered, and waved the golden champagne in the goblet in his hand to spill Director Pierce's face, then threw the glass on the ground.

The crystal clear crystal goblet was smashed to pieces, but the wine dripped down Pierce's cheeks and onto his suit.

There was a sneer on Pierce's face, he picked up the white towel on the table and wiped off the alcohol on his face indifferently.

Behind him, the adjutant of Lang Muluo also pulled out his pistol from the holster very cleverly, and handed it to Director Pierce.

"Did you know—you chose the opposite, that is, you chose death."

Director Pierce said indifferently, reached out to take the pistol, aimed at the director of Indian descent, and pulled the trigger.

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