The meeting lasted an incredible five hours before it finally ended. As soon as Michael stood up, Elizabeth handed over the blazer just in time.

Michael raised his arm to help her put on his coat and asked, "Except for Mr. Mayor's evening party on the weekend, there should be nothing else, right?" ”

"The CEO of Hanmer Technologies will request a meeting tomorrow night, you can see ......"

"Hammer Technology? Is it the former CEO who was in prison two years ago and is about to be finished? ”

"That's it."

"Then just make up an excuse to push it away, I don't have time." Michael straightened his collar, "It's not too early, if there's nothing else you can go back first." ”

Elizabeth nodded, "Yes, sir." If anything else happens, I'll let you know, good night. ”

"Good night."

Leaving the conference room, Michael walked down the hallway into the crypto elevator that led to his office, where he took the elevator up to his office on the top floor of the building. Then he went straight across the room to the innermost wall, where a slender slit had sprouted out of thin air, and slid slowly and heavily open to the sides, like a heavy automatic door.

Michael strode in, the wall closing behind him, still as smooth as a mirror.

Anyone who entered his office would never have found it, for it was not a secret door activated by the machine, but a spell, a spell. Behind the walls was magically connected to his private laboratory beneath his private house, more than twenty miles away, and only a spell he had set up himself could activate the magical secret door.

"Welcome back." A melodious female synthesized female voice rang out the moment he walked into the lab, and the sound source seemed to come from all sides of the room, "Boring and long meetings? ”

Michael walked straight to the bench. The white-black armor was being torn apart and lying flat on the bench, and several mechanical arms were modifying it.

"I suspect those guys might be plotting to kill me out of boredom for a long time." Michael said casually, stopping at the edge of the bench and watching a robotic arm spark at the ankle of the armor, "How's it going, Shirley?" ”

Shirley is an artificial intelligence that he developed in-house. The technology in the field of artificial intelligence in the Marvel world is also much ahead of the world before Michael's travel, and the representative AIs include Jarvis, the intelligent butler of Iron Man, and the super artificial intelligence Ultron, which has not yet been born.

The assistance of artificial intelligence has a considerable effect on the armor's on-the-spot combat and analysis capabilities. At the beginning of the crossing, Michael had been in an international terrorist organization, Hydra, for a while, and he had paid special attention to this knowledge at that time. He had been working on artificial intelligence long before he left the organization, and Shirley was his best work.

"Eighty percent done, sir." Shirley replied, "It should be done in an hour, including the painting." Want to go for a ride? ”

"Sounds good. Remember to fully charge me, equip me with real combat weapons, and I will directly combat test. ”

"Actual combat?" The artificial intelligence's voice revealed a hint of doubt, "With whom, sir?" ”

Michael didn't answer. He picked up the modified armor glove on the bench, and the glove automatically recognized and bounced out of the middle, wrapping his palm inside.

He clenched his fists with his gloved hand and said, "It's been three years, and we've been hiding long enough." Right now...... It's almost time to fight back. ”

***

Late at night, somewhere in a secret location.

A series of white lights shone in the dark night, and a massive steel facility was shrouded in light. The square in front of the building is lined with military off-road roads, and the sci-fi jet fighters on the apron rise and fall, like a strong military fortress.

In the central control room, Randall Mallory, a Level 6 agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., stands in front of a giant hanging screen more than five meters high, directing the operation and dispatch of the entire base. The high-tempo keystrokes and the click of mechanical cipher machine operations echoed through the airtight room, where the headset-wearing agents were busy at their posts.

"Sir!" One of the communicators threw his head back and shouted, "There's a UFO coming in our direction!" It's fast, and it's coming straight for us! ”

Randall Mallory became alarmed: "What is it?" ”

"I don't know, I've done a full comparison with a known database, and no match was found......"

"Have you tried to get in touch with the other person?"

"Tried, sir. No response. ”

"Sir!" Another correspondent shouted, "That thing...... It's gone from the surveillance! ”

The afterimage of the broken sky seemed to appear out of thin air, spitting down a pale blue tail flame and falling vertically. The black armor landed on the ground in the center of the clearing with a crisp "clang", and a wave of transparent air blew away from the soles of his feet.

Everyone in the square stopped what they were doing, and many agents reflexively drew their guns and pointed them at the black uninvited guest.

"You have entered the command center of the US military, please disarm immediately and identify yourself, otherwise we will deliver a fatal blow......"

Loud shouts were repeated over and over again from the loudspeakers, echoing in the clearing, which had suddenly fallen silent. Dozens of black holes pointed their guns at this uninvited guest, and as long as he made the slightest suspicious move, he would be greeted by a hail of bullets.

The black armor slowly raised its head, and the V-shaped eyepiece was glowing with a pale blue fluorescence.

He did not reply, or it could be said that he replaced the answer with action. Without saying a word, he raised his hand, and powerful blue pulsing beams flew out of his palm, blasting the agents in front of him into the air.

A fierce battle broke out in an instant, and all the muzzles of the guns spewed out bright flames at the same time, and hundreds of bullets splashed with spark bullets on the pitch-black armor. The black armor froze in the intertwined fire, and his back spewed propulsive flames downward, supporting his body back into the air. He was condescending, and his palms alternately blasted out pulsing beams, blowing up the entire square.

The Quint fighters on the tarmac were activated, and the sci-fi anti-gravity device allowed the fighters to uncanny vertical levitation, with large-caliber bullets pouring out of the muzzles hanging from the sides of the wings. The black armor's waist and back propelled at the same time, driving the armor to shuttle deftly and lightly through the rain of bullets. He raised his hand and fired two cannons, and the two Kun fighters fell in black smoke in response.

"Sir, you have a squad of armored vehicles loaded with electromagnetic guns at three o'clock." Shirley's voice rang out inside the helmet, "I guess you'll probably want to notice this. ”

"Thanks for the reminder, can you mark it on the screen?" Michael said as he shot down a Quint fighter.

The metal cannonballs dragged thousands of roaring electric snakes along the guide rails, and the electromagnetic cannonballs wrapped in the blue electricity swooped straight towards Michael in mid-air like a roaring dragon.

But Michael didn't dodge or dodge, only calmly raised his palm, and the flame-colored magic array opened out from his palm. The thunderous electromagnetic cannonballs sank into the circle and disappeared like a stone sinking into the sea. With a flip of Michael's palm, the intricate patterns on the circle changed, and the few cannonballs that had just been submerged flew out of them without slowing down, dragging a long series of raging electric currents back down the way they came.

Several shells tore through the shells of several armored vehicles in succession, the broken bodies flipped on their sides in the air, the flames exploded violently, and shattered iron sheets and tires flew in all directions from the flames.

In just three minutes, all the resistance forces in the huge base were swept away. The pitch-black armor marched with steady steps, and the steel figure cut through the flaming fire curtain like a terminator.

No one could stop him, and no weapon could bring him down. Emergency security protocols have been activated at the base, the central command room has been protected by layers of super-thick reinforced gates, the automatic defense system has been activated, and every passage is filled with deadly traps.

At the same time, an emergency call for help has also been sent to the SHIELD headquarters, and the headquarters replied that reinforcements would arrive within five minutes...... But Agent Randall knew in his heart that they might not make it that time.

"Sir!" A communicator in the control room was sweating profusely, "The first layer of defense has been breached!" ”

“...... The laser net is breached! The second line of defense has also been breached! ”

Agent Randall felt a chill down his spine. He could clearly see the black steel armor through the monitor inside the command room, and he couldn't help but think of someone, someone he had only heard of, but extremely dangerous.

Heavy muffled noises were drawing closer to their positions, each one heavier than the last. He felt like a tortoise curled up in a tortoise shell, knowing full well that a deadly poisonous python was swimming outside the shell.

Rumble!

The two door panels, which weighed more than a tonnage, flew into the command room like two hidden weapons as if a huge force had been exerted from the outside. The steel body stepped through the thick smoke and entered, and the V-shaped eyepiece reflected the particles of dust flying in the air.

The agents who had been waiting here for a long time drew their guns and fired them without thinking about it - which proved to be futile, of course. Michael raised his palm and pinched a circle in his palm. Seven or eight magic throwing knives appeared out of thin air in mid-air, locking on their respective targets according to their masters' instructions. All the agents in the command room had been stabbed and collapsed in the blink of an eye—except for Agent Randall, who was pale and leaning against the railing on the high platform in the control room.

And Michael ignored him, as if he didn't realize that there was such a living person leaking out of the room. He walked straight to the console, his right fingers pointing at the main computer with the five fingers of his hand. A cable poked out of his palm and into the computer. Huge amounts of data were transmitted through the thin cables in a short instant, and the interfaces of various confidential files flickered across the computer screen.

"The transfer is complete and all the data has been backed up." Shirley said.

Michael retracted the cable, and then unhurriedly turned his head to look at Agent Randall on the high platform. The moment the latter felt his gaze, his body shook, and he almost fell from a high place without leaning back.

Michael's back erupted with fire, flying to a position that was highly parallel to the pale-faced agent. Agent Randall's legs went limp, and he sat down with his back against the railing.

His throat was dry, and black smoke was almost coming out of his throat. He heard a distorted voice from his mouth that he could barely make out: "Yes...... Is it Dr. Norton? ”

"Send me a message to your boss and tell them this is just the beginning." The cold voice of the machine came through the loudspeaker from under the black mask, "You know I'm not referring to Fury, just as you and I both know you're not a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. ”

After saying that, he didn't stop for anything, and two long tail flames erupted from his back, and arrows shaped like steel disappeared along the way they came.