In an experiment disguised as an abandoned factory outside New Jersey, Killian, who had returned to base from New York, sat in a not-so-luxurious office.

The computer screen in front of him was showing surveillance footage from the entire laboratory.

In the picture, a beautiful woman with a slender figure, wearing a white lab coat, is injecting several disabled people who are immobilized in hospital beds.

With the infusion of orange potion, the disabled patients let out a roar that seemed to be inhuman, and the orange light on their bodies was constantly radiated, accompanied by a violent heat.

The metal braces used to hold the patients in place even showed a slight sign of melting, but soon, the painful and disabled patients began to find themselves in a crippled position and new limbs began to grow under the impetus of the orange light.

The discovery excited these people who were in great pain, and the joy of being reborn replaced the physical pain.

They were all disabled soldiers who had lost limbs in the war, and their life after retirement had dealt them a blow that made them desperate, otherwise no one would have agreed to participate in such a seemingly illegal human trial.

The woman in the white lab coat stood beside the subjects, observing and recording something, and just when she thought she might have succeeded, a violently light began to erupt from the bodies of the two subjects, which was obviously uncontrollable.

The lab's auto-sensors spotted the problem, and two semi-circular metal shields quickly descended from the ceiling, enveloping the two subjects.

Killian frowned as he looked at the two metal shields on the screen and trembled violently, and then the heat instantly burned the two special metal shields.

Then all kinds of fire-fighting and cooling machines poked out of the ceiling and sprayed at the two protective covers.

Killian impatiently fast-forwarded the surveillance footage, and finally found that 3 experimenters had finally passed the experiment, and they had gone from being a disabled soldier who no one cared about to being one of the first generation of fighters of the "Desperate Virus" that he had developed.

Seeing that those "warriors" easily pierced the steel plate with their bare hands, and no matter what kind of injury they received, they could quickly heal under the effect of the "desperate virus" in their bodies, Killian closed the monitor with satisfaction, smiled and leaned back on his leather seat, looking up at the not white ceiling of his office, as if he was longing for something.

Just as Killian was enjoying himself, a phone call came in and interrupted his thoughts, he frowned and picked up the phone to look at it, then picked it up and said, "What do you have to tell Lord Man?" ”

The man on the other end of the phone said in a dissatisfied voice, "Your stupid behavior two hours ago caught the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Killian, what are you doing?

Until our plans come to fruition, getting the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D. is the stupidest thing to do!

Oh, and as a researcher, you probably have no idea what S.H.I.E.L.D. stands for! ”

Killian took the phone away a little uncomfortably, then said with a smile, "Looks like you have a monitor on my side, but so what?" I didn't do anything but my men knocked out a rookie agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. who was following me.

Maybe in a month I'll be the one who changed the world, what can they do with me? ”

The man on the other end of the phone listened, was silent for a moment, and then said, "Kirian, your mission is to cooperate with our allies and give them the opportunity to complete the last harvest in the Middle East.

And then Stark is our target, you seem to be getting the point wrong! ”

Saying that, Lord Man seemed to think of something, and he suddenly smiled and said, "I don't care if you have any other ideas, but remember your mission."

Create a few more explosions and then take out Tony? Stark, now you're the boss, you're in charge!

Let's see how far Dr. Killian, who dared to jump down from the rooftop, could go? ”

Killian looked at the hung up phone, frowned and thought about it, and then shook his head and smiled and felt that the always strong boss of Lord Man suddenly seemed to have become less terrifying.

After turning off his phone, Killian leaned back in his chair again, and he enjoyed his legs on his desk, and said softly to himself, "Yes, I'm the boss!" Maybe I'll be the richest person ever! ”

…………

In the Florida beach house, Lord Man stood in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the sea not far away, he shook his head and smiled and said to a butler-like figure next to him: "Harrief, go and find my stand-in, and then you will leave the United States, our base in the Middle East needs a leader."

Try to maintain the power there, and it's okay to give up some if necessary.

I'll be using them in the future! ”

Butler Harif nodded and said a few words to a communicator at the neckline, and then looked at Lord Man and said, "We are leaving, where are you going?" Do you want me to prepare a few safe places to stay for you? ”

Master Man shook his head with a smile and said, "No, I have a place to go, and it's safer than anywhere else."

Our kid Killian obviously had something else on his mind, but it didn't matter, Stark had to be his target, and he couldn't wait.

This will be enough for our allies, and the eyes of the media will definitely be taken away from him. ”

Saying that, Lord Man sighed with some dissatisfaction and said, "Why do I always encounter such fools who think they are smart?

Let's back up the data of the "Desperate Virus" and find a chance to get out of Killian.

Arrogance made him forget to be cautious, he didn't even know what S.H.I.E.L.D. meant?

I'm already a target of the Sharpshooter, and if I become a target of S.H.I.E.L.D., my career can be terminated.

I need a plan to get out! ”

Harif was a cautious man, he just nodded, and then stood aside without saying much and asked what the Man-chan's plan to get out was, until there was a knock on the door of this study.

Harif went over and opened the door to welcome in a man who looked and dressed exactly like Man.

Guiding the stand-in to the front of Lord Man, who was facing the sea, Harif bowed slightly and said, "My lord, he's here!" ”

After Harif finished speaking, he didn't say any more nonsense, just nodded to the man who turned around, and left the study.

Lord Man circled around the new "self" a few times, until the sound of a helicopter came from outside the villa, and he knew that everyone here had been evacuated.

Looking at the "self" in front of him with a very cramped expression, Lord Man smiled and said, "What's your name?" Where are you from? ”

The stand-in man bent down slightly, lowered his head and whispered, "My name is Trevor?" Slytherin, I'm a stage actor. ”

Lord Man smiled and patted Trevor on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Very good, you look exactly like me, do you have your passport with you?" ”

Trevor looked at Lord Man with some trepidation, and whispered, "Yes, those are in the box in my room, I just arrived here this morning, and I just finished applying makeup." ”

Lord Man smiled with satisfaction, and then said gently: "Then you must be very tired, it's best to go and rest immediately, I don't seem to need you very much!" ”

Trevor nodded suspiciously, and then he desperately found that his body could no longer move, and his body suddenly ignited a violent fire, the flames scorched his body, but the great pain could not allow him to let out a cry, and he could only watch in despair as he was burned to black ashes.

Lord Man looked at the small piece of ash he had made, he chuckled and raised his left hand, and a fresh wind erupted from the ring on the tail finger of his left hand, turning into a slender tornado, rolling up the ashes on the ground and flying out of the window.

Looking at the huge study room as clean as ever, Lord Man smiled and nodded, and then he walked to a floor-to-ceiling dressing mirror, learning from Trevor just now, curled up slightly in cringe, and exclaimed with an exaggerated expression: "I'm just a stand-in, my name is Trevor?" Slytherin, I'm an extra, I don't know anything! ”