"Bang, bang, stop, don't move, raise your hands behind your back, damn it."

Ness cursed hatefully, pulled out the gun in his arms and chased after him.

As a patrol officer, this is Ness's second year in office, and it is also his busiest year.

Since that night a month ago, for some reason, there have been many more vicious cases on the streets.

Robbery, this is not bad, bloodsucking, is what really gives them a headache.

That's right, it was the victim who was bitten open by the artery and the blood was sucked dry.

Sometimes Ness really wants to know, what the hell are going on in the hearts of those perverts? Fun to imitate vampires? Do they still think that what was said in the bullshit news before is true, and that there are really vampires?

"Ahh

A flash of fire flashed.

"Damn."

Ness was startled, the robber who grabbed the bag just now came from this corner, and now this is?

Ness raised the gun in his hand and moved it over one step at a time, only to see a black figure slowly collecting a silver steel brazing-like object, and at his feet, a pile of burnt wreckage was disappearing with the wind.

"Don't move, hands up, NYPD."

Coulson rolled his eyes, why is there still a rookie who said this? How do I raise my hands if I don't move?

"I'm Agent Coulson from the CIA, and here's my ID."

Pulling a small notebook from his pocket and tossing it to Ness, Coulson stepped aside to contact the others.

"Sir, Target Three has been disposed of."

Listening to the news coming from the headset, Coulson retrieved the document from the little policeman who was rummaging through the checks.

"Okay, I got it, I did a good job this time, I also disposed of the fourth target, let's close the team."

"If you have any questions, go and ask your boss, I still have something to do, so I won't bother you on patrol."

Smiling amicably, Coulson, dressed in a crisp suit, patted the other man on the shoulder, turned to leave, walked to a black Chevrolet at the corner of the street, opened the door and sat down.

In the New York branch, Coulson stood in front of the screen, making a report.

"Sir, forty-five targets have been dealt with in a row this week, and judging by the data, the number of targets is decreasing dramatically. This week's disposal is even a quarter of what it was last week. ”

"Well done, leave the rest to someone else, there's a task you need to take care of. The information has been sent to your mailbox. ”

"Yes, sir, then I'll take over and leave immediately."

Coulson was about to hang up the communication when he heard Fury say again.

"Well, by the way, how's that going?"

"Still searching, the target is more stealthy than we thought."

"Well, as soon as possible, I have feelings, and soon their strength will be needed."

Fury said in a deep voice, then hung up the communication.

Looking at the few photos on the screen with one eye, Fury fell into deep thought, there are too many extraordinary abilities in this world, even he, a tenth-level agent, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., knows only the tip of the iceberg.

An experimental accident, an herb, a worn-out cheatbook, or even an amulet can make a superhero or a supercriminal.

This is not a good thing, superheroes are a problem for an organization like S.H.I.E.L.D., and even for society as a whole, and sometimes he would rather have ten elite human warriors than a rebellious superhero who does not listen to the so-called command.

However, he had no choice, he keenly felt that there seemed to be some secret hidden in his organization that he didn't know about, and that he needed a force outside the system.

Looking at the documents on the desktop, the word revenge on it is so eye-catching.

"The time has not yet come."

Middle East, in a cave in a desert region.

"Hey, Tony, does this thing really work? Are you sure it can be activated? ”

Ethan looked at the big guy in front of him with suspicion.

"Hey, be careful, man, this is the smartest genius in the world, made by Tony Stark, well, probably, I only had a preliminary idea before, and I had never made a physical object before, especially in such a humble place."

Tony gestured around, a gloomy cave with a small hole above his head letting in sunlight, and the rest of the lighting was based on incandescent lamps that looked like the last century.

Tony hadn't seen this kind of antique since he was ten years old, not to mention the electricity, the power was still so low, and the brightness of the light was not enough.

And in the cave, apart from a simple bed, which could not be more rudimentary, there was only one workbench, which was filled with all kinds of simple and simple tools, metallurgical, some cartographing, in short, all rudimentary.

And in the cave, and in other places, there are also some tattered things, and I don't know from which corner they turned out, like what crucibles, anvils, etc.

"It's too late to doubt now, it's our last chance to escape."

Tony stroked the strange thing that was rough, like pieces of iron that had been smashed together, as if he were looking at his own son.

"By the way, you are not allowed to call him anything in the future, he has a name, and he is called Mark 1."

Tony was a little arrogant, as a person who is extremely proud in his heart, although the things he made are so ugly, but it is also his work, and others are not allowed to evaluate it, if he wants to say that it is bad, he can only say it himself.

"Okay, okay, put on your Mark 1, when they come, there will be no chance."

But just when Tony had just put on the Mark 1 and was loading the system program, there was a knock on the door outside.

"I'll hold you back, you hurry."

Ethan gritted his teeth and walked towards the door.

"Hey, Ethan, come back, don't go over, hey, Ethan."

Tony had no choice but to look through the small window on his mask at the slow progress bar on the computer not far away, praying that it would be faster.

"Da-da-da-da."

But it didn't take long for the crisp sound of gunfire to be heard outside, and as a weapons expert, Tony could certainly hear the sound of AK, which was the favorite weapon of terrorists, and his heart was in his throat at once.

"Kangmang, Ethan, don't let anything happen to you, I promised you to take you home."

Tony anxiously looked at the progress bar outside, and finally, the green progress bar rose to one hundred percent, only to hear a muffled sound, accompanied by the sound of mechanical transmission, as if a beast opened his eyes, and in the entire cave, an invisible force flowed.

"Shet, open it for me."

Tony drove Mark 1 and kicked on the big iron gate with this huge force, two guards outside the door fell to the ground, and the gun on one was gone, Tony was also relieved to see this scene.

"Ethan, wait for me."