Riley Marion walked in slowly. He squinted his eyes at the corpses and pools of blood on the ground, and his eyes furrowed slightly, but he didn't seem to be frightened by it.

"If you want to talk, let's talk." He turned his head and said, "I can see that you have some ...... Extraordinary talent. The look in your eyes tells me that you will be able to make a career in this place. And I'm happy to work with someone with such potential. ”

He walked up to Doom and stopped.

"I heard you want a gun." He said, "Generally speaking, we don't sell our guns to outsiders, but I'm willing to make you a friend, so we can make an exception." Say, what do you want, maybe we can still negotiate the price......"

"I want them all."

Marion was stunned for a moment, then smiled a little stiffly and said, "I'm sorry, what did you just say"

"I said, all." Doom repeated, "I want every gun and bullet you have." ”

Marion was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"I don't know where you found your way, but you may not know what you know, sir." "Maybe you don't understand what kind of person you're talking to," he said. You said you wanted all my guns, and I don't even know what number we're talking about. But I can assure you that it is enough to arm a country's army......"

"yes, that's why I want it." Doom said, pausing, "And it seems that you have some misunderstanding. I said I needed a weapon, and I never said I wanted to buy it. ”

Marion's face changed.

"You don't want to do that." He said in a low voice, "You don't know who I am. If you dare to touch me, you are going against this half of the country. You may have some special talents, foreigner, but you don't want to ...... with a country."

Before he could finish speaking, a green beam of light pierced through his heart like an arrow. The warlord's eyes widened, and before he even had time to change his expression, he choked his breath on the spot and fell straight down.

His bodyguards were dumbfounded, looking at the fallen bodies of their heads and momentarily at a loss.

"Yes, I'm just going to fight this country." "And next," said Doum in a calm tone, "and next, it will be the turn of the stupid king." ”

Avengers Mansion, Laboratory.

It's been a few days since he became one with the Genesis Armor, but the strange sense of incongruity hasn't gone away, forcing Tony Stark to take the issue more seriously. All the tests, all the scans, showed that his body and armor were functioning normally, but that still didn't give him complete peace of mind.

"All your data is within the normal reading range, sir." Jarvis said, showing the readings to the screen in front of Tony.

This is the first round of full body examinations he doesn't know these days, but the results returned still don't show anything unusual. His body system has proven to be perfectly integrated with his armor, and not only is he not in the slightest problem, but even his physical fitness is unprecedentedly strong.

All signs were readable normal, with little to no change from before......

Wait a minute, nothing has changed

It was like a flash of lightning flashing through his mind, and he suddenly thought of something.

"Jarvis, give me a cross-comparison of the results of each round of testing during the week and show me on the screen." He said.

"Yes, sir."

His computer analysis was fast, and the project was completed in less than ten seconds. All the data he has repeatedly checked for a week is displayed on the screen at a glance, and similar data is intelligently arranged together at a glance.

Really.

The first set of test data on Monday was exactly the same as the fourth set of data on Wednesday, and the second set of data appeared again on Thursday. And then the test data just now appeared once on Tuesday.

It's not just that the data is similar, it's exactly the same. Every reading, every digit, and even every decimal point is exactly the same. Logically speaking, this is impossible. Even if the test readout is all from the same person, and the subject's signs change every minute and second, the same data will never happen a second time.

The only explanation is that someone manipulated his results.

Tony frowned and said, "Jarvis, bring up the access history of the server for me." Let's see if anyone has hacked into our systems or done it from within......"

"Based on the interviews in the past month, the only valid operator is you, sir." "There is no sign of any external intrusion. ”

As he spoke, the transcript was displayed on the screen in detail, and from here it seemed to be clean and unquestionable. But he was sure that something was wrong. He had a security hole in his server, and now he just needs to figure out where the vulnerability is.

"Access the system with the highest privileges, ready to perform a deep inspection." "We're ready to get rid of the worms, Jarvis." ”

Jarvis didn't respond. There was a series of eerie noises from the speaker, a bit like a mixture of an electric current and some kind of scraping sound.

"Jarvis, old Jia, are you still there?"

There was no answer.

Tony stood up. Jarvis never crashes, and he never fails like this. The sense of foreboding rose to the top. He tried to fight in the armor, but was interrupted by a sharp headache. His chest was tight, his brain was drowsy, and his mind was in a state of confusion. He stumbled back two steps, and subconsciously waved his hand to sweep everything piled up on the lab table to the floor.

An eerie shadow emerged from behind him. A green body with a yellow cloak came out of the floor, appearing behind him like a silent ghost. Tony subconsciously turned around, only to feel that the afterimage in front of him flickered, and then his head sank and he was swept to the ground, and his eyes were black and unconscious.

Vision curled his hands into his cloak and looked down at him indifferently.

Stark realized the problem. He said, "Speculation may be that Iron Man's upgrade has made him more sensitive." If he is left alone, it may become a problem, and he needs to be solved now?"

"No, you don't."

Answer: His voice came from the other end of the communication. That was Ultron, his creator, and his boss.

"Stark is still useful, don't kill him." "But now that he's aware of it, let's bring him back." Switch to Plan B. ”