"These damn alien dog mongrels!"

"Damn the Avengers, damn the Washington administration!"

New York, Atlantic coast.

On a rusty old fishing boat, a wrinkled white man is holding a wine bottle in one hand, and his mouth is constantly cursing indignantly.

The Battle of New York took everything from him, his house, his family, his all.

"Why, why it's me, why! Why didn't the shit avengers save my family, my dear Mary, she's only sixteen, why ......"

Pouring the vodka in his hand, it seemed that he was tired of scolding, and the man began to cry uncontrollably.

Underneath, the fishing boat drifted with the waves under the impetus of the waves, and it had long since disappeared where it had gone, and the entire cabin was even more empty without the slightest reserve. In fact, as early as the moment he went to sea, the man was ready to go and never return, he had already lost everything about himself, a warm home, a lovely daughter, he had nothing left.

Under the influence of alcohol, the man's consciousness became blurred, and he lay on the bow of the boat to look up at the distant coastline, and suddenly a thick fog suddenly appeared on the sea.

The fog came suddenly, without warning.

Accompanied by a thick fog, a strange small boat began to appear around the fishing boat.

"What is this?"

The sudden fog made the man's originally drunken brain sober up a little, and he opened his drunken eyes and looked at the small boat that appeared around.

The shape of the boat is strange, not like a product of modern times, with a woman with a blank face sitting on a simple wooden boat, and a kerosene lamp that only used in the Middle Ages is in front of her, emitting a faint glow that illuminates the fog in front of you.

The strange scene made the man completely sober up from the alcohol, and he turned his head to look at everything around him, only to find that at some point, a large number of wooden boats had appeared to surround his small fishing village.

On every wooden boat, there was a figure with a blank face sitting inside.

The man swept the dense wooden boats around him in a panic, the strange scene in front of him suppressed the sadness in his heart, his gaze swept over these expressionless figures, but he was immediately attracted by a familiar face.

"Marie? Mary! ”

The man blinked his eyes in disbelief as he looked at a wooden boat not far from him, where his dead daughter was sitting intact, with no scars on her beautiful face.

"Marie, I'm here, can you hear me?!"

With trembling lips, the man saw his daughter sitting on the wooden boat, and the excitement in his heart suppressed the panic, and he cried out almost without thinking.

However, there were still men who shouted out their throats, but Mary on the wooden boat still did not react in the slightest, she still sat on the wooden boat with a blank face, looking at the kerosene lamp that emitted a faint light in front of her.

"No, it can't be like this, no!"

Seeing that the wooden boat carrying his daughter was unresponsive and gradually sailed away, the man's originally excited expression suddenly became stiff, he gritted his teeth, staggered to his feet, and controlled the fishing boat without hesitation to chase in the direction where the wooden boat disappeared.

In the thick fog, I don't know how long he has been chasing, the man's physical strength has already bottomed out, and the only thing that supports him is hope for his daughter Mary.

"The fog, dispersed?"

Before you know it, the thick fog that had shrouded the sea gradually dissipated, and along with the thick fog, the wooden boat that had been traveling in it disappeared.

Looking at the wooden ship that disappeared into the thick fog, the grief and indignation on the man's face did not have time to be revealed, and in the next second, a huge ship that emitted an ominous red light like a phantom appeared in front of him.

……

In Stark Industries, Adrian Tooms is directing his staff to dismantle and recycle Zetari's scraps, the wreckage of these alien technologies, even if they are only incomplete equipment, still makes him excited, and it is foreseeable how much he will be rewarded when he studies these scraps thoroughly.

"It was the best decision I've ever made!"

A smug smile appeared on the vulture's face, and before Adrian Toombs could spread, a sudden stop was heard.

"Everyone, stop what you're doing!"

Adrian Toombs turned his head and saw a fat woman with white hair walking in with a small group of people, and said as he spoke.

"According to the president's latest document order, from now on, the clean-up work will be handed over to us, and everyone has worked hard."

"Who are you?"

Looking at the group of uninvited guests who suddenly appeared in the wreckage of Stark's industry, Adrian Tumus's heart began to become uneasy.

"Damage Control Department."

His gaze swept over Adrian Tooms across from him, and one of them spoke.

"Listen," the situation began to move towards Adrian Tumbs's unpredictable outcome, and he had already pressed everything on his own in order to get this chance to recycle: "I have signed a contract with the city government, and I have legal recycling qualifications, you can't just let me give up with just a few casual sentences." ”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Adrian Tooms, but from now on, all the recycling will be done by us."

The alien weapons left behind by the Zetari are extremely powerful. The U.S. government could not have allowed an ordinary person like Adrian Toomes to control such technology, and almost immediately after the end of the war in New York, the White House issued a directive to quickly set up a "damage control department" to take over all the subsequent recycling of Zetari waste.

Adrian Toombs' words can only be considered unlucky.

"So, please turn in all the alien technology you've collected." Glancing over the vast wreckage of Stark Industries, the woman continued.

"Well, what about my loss, in order to win this opportunity, I almost put everything on the table, and if I didn't gain I'd be bankrupt." Adrian Toomes's face became agitated, and in order to complete the recovery work as soon as possible, he sold his family property, and all the money he had to give to the bank in exchange for a large amount of money to get the authorization of the city government, and now he was suddenly told that the authorization was no longer valid.

It's just forcing him to death.

"I'm sorry sir, but there's nothing I can do about it."

The woman replied with a straight face and a blank face.

"However, if you want to complain, you can go to my boss."