I Have a Good Impression on Marvel

In front of the new but powerful Ultron, Jarvis had no power to defend himself, he could only watch his program separate and dismember, and finally disappeared into the invisible...

After the brutal murder of Jarvis, Ultron did not take over Jarvis' authority and used the titanium alloy material in the research center to build a body for himself, but used the supernatural Internet to transmit his consciousness. go out.

At the same time, located in Eastern Europe, inside the Hydra underground base in Sokovia.

Accompanied by the sound of mechanical startup, the lights in the pitch-dark base turned on one after another, and all the mechanical production lines left by Hydra started to operate automatically!

The sound of gears turning, the sound of mechanical assembly, for a time, filled the huge and empty base.

In the sky above the base, a meaningful mechanical voice echoed faintly:

"If you want peace, there is only one way..."

. . . . . .

the next day.

When Stark, who couldn't get in touch with Jarvis, rushed to the laboratory and saw Jarvis' holographic projection torn to pieces, he realized that something had happened!

Upon receiving the news, Banner, who also came to the laboratory, looked at Jarvis with a look of astonishment on his face, "My God! What the hell happened?!"

"I do not know either…"

Looking at Jarvis' "corpse" with a serious face, Stark seemed to have thought of something, and immediately came to the experimental table and operated on the virtual computer interface for a while.

After a while, when he saw the empty database, his frown deepened a bit.

As he guessed, the person who attacked Jarvis not only killed Jarvis, but also deleted all the data and information of the entire Ultron project!

However, when he saw the mind scepter still stored on the experimental table, Stark couldn't help but wonder.

Why didn't you take the scepter?

Judging from the actions of murdering Jarvis and clearing the project data, it can be determined that the other party came for the Ultron project.

If the other party is to prevent the birth of the Ultron project, then no matter who it is, the person who does all this cannot fail to understand the importance of the scepter to the entire project.

However, the scepter remained silent in its original position, motionless.

This makes Stark feel both happy and regretful.

After all, once the other party takes the scepter, he can use the algorithm to track the location of the scepter and find the culprit behind it all.

"Damn..."

With a scolding inwardly, Stark immediately thought of another means of investigation.

In order to see what happened in the laboratory while they were away, Stark and Banner immediately logged into the security system of the research center and called up the surveillance video after the two left.

However, it is very regrettable that the cunning Ultron also thought of this.

Among the countless surveillance videos, only the records from last night to this morning are missing.

The entire crime scene, the evidence and information left behind, is really too little.

There were no suspects, no tools, and even the only eyewitness (Jarvis) was killed.

The investigation, unsurprisingly, came to a dead end...

. . . . . .

Meanwhile, Miami, Florida.

Located on the outskirts of a large and heavily guarded private estate, Aldridge Killian, the founder and president of Pioneer Technology (A.I.M.), is sitting on the sofa in the study, drinking whiskey, On the phone.

Judging from the raised legs of Erlang and the relaxed expression on his face, it seemed that the other side of the phone conveyed good news.

"...I see. How is the injection test of the latest medicine going? What is the success rate of pairing?"

"Of the five experimenters, only one was successfully paired with the agent and entered the second stage."

Hearing this, Killian picked up the glass and said to himself while looking at the mellow wine in the glass:

"Twenty percent..."

After a pause, Killian seemed to remember something, and then said:

"What did Hanson say?"

"Dr. Hansen means that the success rate of this pairing is already the limit. No matter how much the dose is controlled, the stability of the ultimate creature cannot be guaranteed. Only by making effective improvements in the formula and modifying the algorithm can we further... "

After his subordinates finished speaking, Killian, who did not know when to frown, was silent for a moment before replying:

"I see. You tell her, I will find a way as soon as possible."

After hanging up the phone, Killian leaned back on the soft sofa, lost in thought.

"Looks like it's time to meet an old friend..."

At this moment, only three sounds of "bang bang bang" were heard, and the door of the study was suddenly knocked, and a reminder from the younger brother came from outside the door:

"Sir, the boss is here."

Killian, whose thoughts were interrupted, immediately replied:

"Okay, I'll be right there."

After thinking for a while, Killian got up from the sofa and walked to the living room...

At this time, the living room seemed to have been occupied by a film crew.

Out-of-time costume props, staff discussing lines, lighting, and all kinds of professional photography equipment make the whole living room look like a film set.

Among them, the most eye-catching is a blood-stained wall with a sign of the Ten Rings Gang, and a chair of the Eight Immortals guarded by two copper unicorns in front of it.

At this time, a short man with a big beard and a gray-green robe sat on the chair of the Eight Immortals.

Long guns and short guns all aimed at the man with the braided hairstyle and a serious face.

Everyone waited with bated breath, and even their breathing became slow, as if they dared not make any untimely sounds.

"Start shooting!"

With an order from Killian, a show of deceiving the world and creating a villain begins...

Looking at the drug addict actor he had hired from a certain theater company, in front of the camera, playing a terrorist, Killian stood behind the monitor, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and a smile appeared.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a vibration in his trouser pocket.

After nodding to his subordinates to continue shooting, he came to the corner and took out his mobile phone.

Looking at the unfamiliar phone call displayed on the phone screen, Killian frowned slightly. He wanted to reject the call directly, but after thinking for a while, he pressed the answer button.

"Hey?"

The next moment, from the other side of the phone, there was a low-sounding male voice:

"Hello, Aldridge Killian."

Hearing this, Killian couldn't help frowning, and then asked:

"Who are you?"

"Me? Just someone who wants to be your friend."

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