Marvel World Mixed Life

Not everyone can have the psychological quality of Long Aotian!

When I won my first fight as a student,

When you successfully apply for employment from among many candidates,

When defeating the male god to win the girl's heart,

When earning the first pot of gold in life,

When doing business crushes a competitor,

how do you feel

Will you smile for granted?

Long Aotian has that psychological quality,

Li Mo did not!

The middle-aged greasy uncle who has acquired supernatural powers

vs.

Colombian drug lord gang

KO! !

The excitement of winning the first battle can't be expressed, but it's a pity that Zhang Kai is not here...

Little Lucas? I will only call 666, it seems that it is not cool enough!

Turk Barrett? ...Is it a bit low to show off in front of your subordinates? !

Jessica Jones…

Need a girlfriend for a birthday dinner? This is the reason Li Mo gave himself.

In fact, every man likes to appear tall in front of women! It may be more explicit when you are young, but it will be quiet when you mature, and it actually goes deep into the bone marrow!

However…

Li Mo, who was sent back to West 32nd Street, had already happily walked downstairs to Jessica Jones' apartment.

But for some reason, he suddenly thought of something, touched his still sore waist, turned his head and walked away...

Mental quality is not good!

physical fitness……

After the night passed, many secret watchers retreated quietly, and the Great Master gradually spread in the name, becoming one of the many underground urban legends.

………………

The Queen.

Hammer Industries Weapons Laboratory.

Ivan Vanko, with a toothpick in his mouth, was modifying a Hammer Industries steel armor.

The design of these armors made him feel a little ridiculous, and it was just a dream to defeat Tony Stark based on these...

At this time, there was a rush of footsteps in the empty weapons laboratory hall.

"Dangdang! The mission must be accomplished!"

Justin Hammer led his bodyguard Billy Russell and the butler to the experimental stage, and said to Ivan Vanko in a gorgeous tone.

With a look in his eyes, the butler with a modest smile opened the cage covered in white cloth, and inside was a beautiful white parrot.

God knows why this slovenly fellow offered to have his own parrot in Moscow! Justin Hammer was a little helpless, he couldn't reach Moscow, so he had to buy a new one.

"This is not my bird!" Ivan Vanko was a little unhappy. He missed the parrot buddy who had been with him for a year in the basement of the Moscow slums very much.

"What's the difference between the same bird? Look how beautiful its feathers are..."

Justin Hammer, who still didn't get a response from Ivan Vanko after explaining for a long time, felt bored. Turning his head to glance at the steel battle armor on the test bench, his eyes turned red.

"What the fuck is this?!"

Regardless of his appearance, he climbed onto the experimental platform and pulled off the head parts of the steel armor.

"Can you tell me where the driver is? What I want is a steel armor! Not a steel robot!"

Justin Hammer was shaking with anger. I don't know how much it cost and how many favors I got to get this sloppy genius out. Give him all your support and unconditional cooperation.

But in exchange for such a thing!

He has already let the wind out that Hanmer Industries will hold its own Iron Armor press conference in the near future. And I have already said hello to the big bosses of the military, and the orders related to hundreds of billions of dollars are all over!

Most importantly, I will once again be ignored by Tony Stark like a clown!

Facing the furious Justin Hammer, Ivan Fanke, who still had a face full of delicious food, said indifferently: "Why do we have to use steel armor? Remote control can reduce the casualty rate of soldiers! You just use These bastards want to beat Iron Man? Not everyone is Tony Stark!"

"and…"

Ivan Vanko showed a half-smile, slightly mocking expression, and said meaningfully.

"Machine is more reliable than man!"

Justin Hammer's anger gradually subsided. Well, well, this reason barely makes sense. Moreover, reducing the casualty rate of soldiers can also be used as a selling point. After all, the high pension compensation every year has already made the military a headache! As long as it hits the press conference...

Thinking of this, Justin Hammer's mood improved again, and he asked happily: "So what can these steel robots do now? Can they fly? Can they fight?"

Ivan Vanko looked indifferent: "They can't fly yet, and they can't fight yet."

Justin Hammer was stunned for a moment, and asked with some unwillingness to give up: "Then what can they do?"

Ivan Vanko: "They will salute!"

Justin Hammer: "..."

…………

Virginia.

On the banks of the Potomac River at the junction with Washington, D.C., among the lush woods, there is a gloomy and huge white building complex hidden.

This is the CIA, the headquarters of the Central Intelligence Agency.

In a calm and retro-decorated office, William Rollins, a senior executive and consultant, was standing in front of tall French windows and answering the phone.

This is a middle-aged white man in his 40s who has bald and is still in good shape. A chilling prosthetic eye combined with a hooked nose made him look particularly gloomy.

"Okay, I got it, you keep following up! ... Also, don't forget your identity! You are just my dog, Billy Russell!"

After hanging up the phone, William Rollins looked thoughtful. After thinking about it, he made another call.

"Victor, the progress of Hammer Industries is not going well. We have worked hard to get back a piece of trash! ... Well, I know that the top is pressing, it seems that we still have to make a breakthrough from Colonel Rhodes under your command !...No but! It's about our great cause!...Long live, Hydra!"

…………

Brooklyn, New York.

Outside the gate of a private nursing home.

After changing out of his combat uniform, Billy Russell looked well-dressed and personable in a suit and leather shoes.

After hanging up the phone, a contemptuous sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, is it a dog?

He stroked his shiny black back, a gentle and friendly smile appeared on his handsome face, and he walked briskly into the nursing home.

Along the way, all the nursing staff he met greeted him happily. His suave demeanor has long won over everyone here.

Walking outside a ward, a little nurse with obsessed eyes and beating heart said to him, "She's doing well today!"

"I'm sorry, Kelly!" Billy Russell responded and gave the female nurse a warm smile, then pushed open the door of the ward and walked in.

An old white woman was lying on the bed in the ward. She has long lost any conscious thinking, leaving only simple physiological reflexes, and she is medically called a vegetable.

Billy Russell took off his coat after closing the door, moved a chair and sat in front of the hospital bed. Kissed the patient's forehead, then clasped one hand of the patient with both hands and spoke with a warm smile.

"I've been doing okay recently. Everything in the company is going well, and everything else is fine. In short, I'm very happy! How are you doing?"

He gently smoothed the dry and messy white hair on the old woman's forehead with his hands. He leaned back and looked, as if very satisfied.

After taking out an injection filled with green liquid from his arms and slowly pushing it into the old woman's infusion set, Billy Russell's eyes became more gentle.

"Did you think of this day when you dumped me as a newborn at the gates of the Albany Fire Department?"

"I am very happy! I am very successful! I have my own security company and I am very rich!"

"Have you ever regretted it?"

"Why didn't you die sooner?"

"No, you can't die yet!"

"I want you to watch me step by step to be more successful!"

"I want you to regret living in hell on earth!"

"Dear... mother!"

...

After staying in the ward for another full hour, Billy Russell closed the door and walked out. Gently said to nurse Kelly who just came over: "I am very busy with work, please take good care of my mother! Also, you should also pay attention to your body!"

Under Kelly's obsessed eyes, Billy Russell left the nursing home with brisk steps.

His friend Curtis, a military doctor, once lamented that everything is changing, and everyone is changing accordingly.

But he didn't answer, because he knew he hadn't changed at all. From the moment he was abandoned by the whole world, he only lived for himself!

Nobody!

Only himself!

For his own sake, he can throw away any concept of right and wrong, and he can remain indifferent when he knows that his best friend, Frank Castle, will be killed by his family because of the behavior of "Operation Ghost Dog"...

Billy Russell turned his head to look at the nursing home, with a warm smile but cold eyes, no one! No one is worth relying on!

I only live for myself!

………………

Tevez, North Carolina.

US air force base.

"I object! Sir!"

Colonel Rhodes stood tall in the office, staring at his superior, General Victor.

"We cannot use military action to forcibly snatch Tony Stark's steel armor! This is a trample on citizens' property and human rights!"

General Victor smiled contemptuously, "Citizens' human rights?! Ever since Tony Stark drove the armor around to show off, almost all countries are now secretly developing it!"

"He said that no one can develop the technology of steel armor within ten years, but what is that in Morocco?!"

"He said he'd protect us, but look what he's doing now!"

"The interests of the United States are being threatened!"

"Remember your identity, soldier!"

"The national interest is above all else!"

Colonel Rhodes' eyes were uncertain, he gritted his teeth, and said almost pleadingly: "That will cause a huge conflict! Let me persuade Tony again!"

General Victor was expressionless, but a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"You only have one chance! Colonel!"