I Have a Good Impression on Marvel

When Leon returned to the secret base where the Maximov twins were being held, it was no surprise that the building was empty.

What remained in the base, apart from the messy traces of the attack, were only the dead or wounded guard agents.

Walking into the living room, and seeing Dave's cold body still lying on the ground, Leon's face was cold and anger was written in his eyes.

Bending down to pick up the ability suppression device on the ground, Leon couldn't help but muttered:

"Ultron..."

In the next second, with a sudden force on his hand, he instantly crushed the ability suppression device in his hand!

Looking at the fragments of the device that fell to the ground, there was only cold killing intent in Leon's eyes:

"Wait, I'll find you..."

. . .

At sunset, the orange sunset shines on the marble floor of the hall through the floor-to-ceiling windows, as if covered with a light curtain, which is enchanting.

However, the Fulian people sitting in the living room had no time to enjoy such a beautiful view.

They have not yet reacted from the bad news conveyed by Lyon...

At this moment, a slightly frivolous voice broke the silence:

"...That is to say, our enemy, an artificial intelligence program that can use the Internet to regenerate infinitely, has found two allies for himself. And these two allies are superpowers?"

Pressing his temple with his hand, Clint, who was leaning on the sofa, said slightly tiredly:

"God, let me catch my breath..."

This old man was wearing a black combat uniform, and his bows and quivers were put aside.

Looking at his appearance, it seems that he received the news of the assembly on the way to the mission, so it was too late to change his clothes.

Because Ultron attacked the refrigerator and took away many dangerous objects, more than 20 high-risk criminals were also released. Therefore, in order to arrest the criminals again and recover the objects, SHIELD dispatched most of the field agents at once.

Even Captain America, Black Widow and Hawkeye, who are the Avengers, are not idle, leading a team to catch criminals all over the world.

If it wasn't for the news of Leon's assembly, he might still be around Cyprus, following the trail of a chain murderer...

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Since this was about Ultron, Stark, who knew that he had done something wrong, just sat on the sofa obediently in order not to be scolded, listening to everyone expressing their opinions.

After breaking the silence, it was Steve who spoke up first.

Touching his smooth chin, Steve frowned and said to himself:

"I think the reason why the refrigerator was attacked, in addition to the purpose of opening up Lyon, has a deeper meaning..."

"What is that?" Banner asked, pushing the glasses on the bridge of his nose with his hand.

Natasha, who was also wearing a tight combat uniform, folded her arms, leaned against the table, and expressed her opinion:

"This is a smokescreen. Ultron wants S.H.I.E.L.D., and us, to get busy to distract the line of sight so we don't obstruct him."

"Obviously, it's plotting some kind of conspiracy..."

"Unfortunately, I was not there for the battle at the dock. If I can see it, I will let this metal can taste the power of the God of Thunder!"

Waving the Thor's Hammer in his hand, Thor looked eager to try, as if he wanted to fight Ultron for hundreds of rounds immediately.

Recently, the Nine Realms were peaceful, and even his little brother who was doing shit all day, rarely did anything. Staying in Asgard all day, writing various drama scripts for myself, it seems that I want to become the number one playwright in the Nine Realms.

He, a militant, hasn't fought for a long time, and his hands are very itchy.

However, when he changed into casual clothes, he looked iron-handed, and he really didn't have much deterrent effect...

The discussion lasted for half an hour. Finally, Steve made a summary:

"No matter what Ultron's conspiracy is, one thing we can be sure of is that its target must be us in the end. Therefore, we must find him before it is ready!"

"The world is so big,

Let's narrow it down first and list where it might appear. This will also benefit our subsequent search operations..."

And at this moment, sitting on the sofa without saying a word, Leon, who was in a contemplative state, seemed to think of something, and suddenly said:

"I may know its next plan..."

Facing the uninvited glances from everyone, Leon twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a confident smile.

. . . . . .

South Africa, Cape Town.

In the lively market, people come and go, almost all with black faces.

Like the rest of Africa, black is still the main color of the city.

Walking out of a restaurant, Ulysses Crow, who was full of food and drink, put on the sunglasses at the neckline, and said casually to the men beside him:

"Cruise, pay attention recently, don't leave your tail. The most important thing is, don't let those Interpols affect tomorrow's transaction."

Hearing this, a bald black man following Ulysses Crow immediately patted his chest and assured:

"Boss, don't worry about my work. However, I'm very curious, who is this buyer? He really intends to take all the money in our hands..."

Before the younger brother could finish speaking, a slap slapped the younger brother on the head with a crisp "pop" sound!

Immediately afterwards, Ulysses Crow grabbed the black brother by the collar, leaned close to his ear, and reprimanded in a low voice:

"You kid, pay attention to what you say! We are doing a big business that is not necessarily a big deal. We can survive until now, and it depends on the word "prudence". Don't say the name Zhenjin casually."

"Especially when outside, once you meet someone from Wakanda, not just you, we're all screwed! Got it?!"

While speaking, Ulysses Crow subconsciously reached out and grabbed a brand on the back of his neck.

That was the heavy price he paid for those black metals, and it was a lesson to keep in mind...

Listening, the black boy nodded quickly and said yes: "Yes, yes, the boss taught me, I will pay attention next time."

Loosening his younger brother's collar, he glanced at a black tower behind him with satisfaction, Ulysses Crow taught:

"Hmph, you should learn from Luke, what to say and what not to say..."

The "Luke" in Ulysses Crow's mouth was not far behind the two, a tall and burly black man.

The words echoed in his ears, but to the burly black man named "Luke", it seemed as if he had not heard any words.

His face was still indifferent, but he just followed closely behind the two of them without saying a word.

"Understood, boss, I will study hard with Luke."

Although the black brother said this on the surface, he had another idea in his heart:

"Cut, he's just a dumb dumb with developed limbs and a simple mind. If I, like him, have the super power of invulnerability, I still need to mess with you..."

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