Nick Fury got up, and he locked the computer. With a frown, he left his office without saying a word, he needed someone to talk to.

"Knock, knock, knock." There was a knock on the door that looked no different from a normal dormitory.

"Fury? Come on in. John Rogers' voice came from the other end of the door.

Nick Fury pushed the door open and came in, and John Rogers was lying on the bed, his back facing up, a booklet over his face. He took the book off his face, wiped any possible stains with his sleeve, and carefully placed him on the bedside table.

"Why are you here?" John Rogers sat up from his seat, then made his bed a little, and turned to Nick Fury, who was standing in the doorway.

Nick Fury closed the door and moved a chair in front of John Rogers. "I just got the news, this time Big Makinos sent the Blood Fangs, three hundred Blood Fangs." There was a hint of nervousness on his face, and he could only show his normal side in front of John Rogers now.

"Three hundred Blood Fangs, that old guy has made a lot of noise this time, I feel that the leader of these three hundred Blood Fangs must be his children, and he is going to do a big job." John Rogers grimaced a belligerent grin, clenching his fists restlessly, the smile on his face beginning to become exaggerated and distorted.

"John!" Nick Fury called out loudly, and he patted John Rogers the shoulder, shoving one hand into his coat pocket. "Don't worry, I won't have a problem." John Rogers shook his head, he saw Nick Fury in action, and he motioned for Nick Fury to relax.

"This time, let's get armed and have a good fight, and don't let those damn guys underestimate us." Nick Fury thought John Rogers stretched out his fist. "It's been a long time since I've seen you like this." John Rogers smiled and bumped his fist with him. "Now I'm Commander Nick Fury." Nick Fury grinned. "Hello, Commander, greetings to Recruit John Rogers!" John Rogers gave a funny military salute. "Haha, soldier, now your task is to rest." Nick Fury laughed. "Yes, sir!" John Rogers went along with him. "Rest well, I have to deal with other information." "Okay." John Rogers yawned and fell back on the bed.

"It seems that John's situation is not very stable." Nick Fury leaves John Rogers' dormitory, and he hurries to the weapons research and development department. He walked very fast, and he ignored the greetings of people along the way, until he reached the weapons research and development department, and his pace slowed down again.

"Director." A gray-haired researcher approached. Nick Fury nodded, and he asked, "How's John Rogers' gear going?" "Commissioning has been completed and is ready to use." "Take me to see it." Nick Fury gave the order.

In the equipment warehouse, a metal greatsword is placed in a transparent chest, and the helmet, battle armor, boots, and jetpack form a set of equipment. "I'm going to experiment with weapons, you go get ready." "Okay, Director." The researcher nodded. Nick Fury said into the air as he left, "The Director has ordered that surveillance cameras be temporarily stopped and recorded using virtual cameras, protocol code YL-003. "The verification was successful, your request has been completed." A stiff, cold mechanical and electronic female voice said. "Initiating the YL-FBZ002 protocol." "The agreement is complete." The electronic female voice said. Several mechanical hands instantly appeared inside the display case, a small block was added to the helmet respirator, and some transparent liquid was inserted into the armor. When this work is done, the robot disappears again, and everything is as if nothing had happened. "Director's order, return to normal, Protocol YL-003 ends, destroy operation logs, authorization code NFJZ*01*1." "Order received, execution, task completed."

Nick Fury left the warehouse, and the researcher saw Nick Fury coming out of the warehouse, and quickly left the display screen to show Nick Fury the results of the experiment. "Good." Nick Fury's eyes swept from top to bottom, then he nodded and left the place. On the way to the meeting's office, Nick Fury remembered the documents he had seen before, and he remembered the inferences and plans that Howard Stark had left behind the documents. "His serum seems to be really a modified version of the Hydra left over from the past, it may be an upgraded version of the Skeleton Commando, or something similar, countermeasures have been used, I hope I won't activate it." He thought silently, he didn't want to see an old friend end up like this.

"Alas" Elan returned home from Tony, and she lay on the bed and sighed. She was a little distressed, she hadn't figured out how much combat power she would use in the next battle. Too little could cause casualties, and going all out would definitely get everyone's attention, which wouldn't be in line with her plans. "Just smash all the people who dare to block it, Tony's armor firepower is so strong, I just have to do it like him." This thought suddenly popped into Ailan.

A fireball appeared in Ailan's hands, Ailan stretched out her tongue and licked the fireball on her hand, her hand opened slightly, and the fireball disappeared into the air. "It seems that my control has reached the point where I can do whatever I want, and now, I can increase my chances of winning." The corners of Ailan's mouth turned upward, and the arcane light condensed into a ball of light around her head, each of which contained countless energies, and any one of them could blow up the entire New York. There are three such balls of light around Ailan.

Ai Lan controlled the rotation of the ball, spinning faster and faster above her head, and the trajectory left by the halo gradually turned into a halo on her head, Ai Lan's heart moved, the moving light ball stopped, and a little bit of arcane energy was pulled out by Ai Lan. "Ordered energy." Ai Lan carefully felt the surging of the arcane arts. "It feels like water in a faucet."

"Light." Ai Lan raised her hands and manipulated the arcane energy into what she wanted. "This essence is still arcane energy, the most fundamental order has not changed, strong and stable." Ai Lan's hands bent slightly, the light turned into fire, the fire turned into ice, the ice turned into light again, the light turned into fire again, and finally it was stabilized into a golden brilliance, noble and powerful, in close contact, it seems that there is a trace of emotion in this light, so that the people who come into contact become happy and upward.

Ai Lan controlled the light with her right hand, and with her left hand, she took out an enchanted dagger from her own space and stabbed it fiercely at her abdomen, blood splattered out of her beautiful body in an instant, blood soaked her clothes, and the sheets under her body began to appear blood red, and gradually began to expand.

"It really hurts, is this what it feels like to be hurt?" Ai Lan muttered to herself, she put the dagger back, her right hand trembled slightly on her abdomen, and then the blood stopped, the cut muscles, the punctured organs, under Ai Lan's right hand, returned to the same way as a few minutes ago, only the torn blood-stained skirt, and the blood-red sheets could prove that Ai Lan was injured.

"Is this the Light?" Ailan tried to use the power he had just felt again. "It's still arcane, but is this emotion the light that arcane has distorted?" Ai Lan analyzed the energy little by little, and the runes flying in his mind kept guessing this possibility.

"This is truly the Light!" Ai Lan raised her hands, and the light slowly appeared in her body, and the great power came out of her body, and she could feel that her body began to become more resilient, stronger, and her whole body became stronger. "I can probably lift a car directly." Ai Lan estimated her physical strength.

"Melee combat isn't for me, I'd better be a mage, but can I use this holy light?" Ai Lan smiled, she seemed to have a plan. "Do you want to find someone to try, or I'll do it myself," Elan mused, and she leaned on the bed, trying to make herself comfortable.

"Knock, knock, knock." There was a knock on Ailan's door. "Miss, I'm Barbara, and Agent Romanoff, who came last time, is here again this time."

Ai Lan got up and noticed the blood stains on her torn skirt and the bed, Ai Lan snapped her fingers, and Ai Lan's clothes and sheets were replaced with a new set. Alan opened the door and said to Barbara, "Let's go downstairs." Barbara blinked, her face a little confused. Strange, I remember how the long sky blue dress that Miss wore before has now become this white one. ”

"What's wrong? Barb. Ailan said to Barbara, Ailan's voice involuntarily made Barbara raise her head, and as soon as the eyes of the two touched, Barbara seemed to be lost in her emerald green eyes for a moment. Ah, it's all right, miss. Barbara smiled. Really, how can I be rude in front of Miss. Barbara drove all the strange thoughts out of her head.

"Wait, Agent Romanoff." Ai Lan slowly emerged from the top of the building, and before the person appeared, the sweet and lovely voice reached Natasha's ears. She looked up and found the source of the voice, a glint in her eyes. "I always feel that this dress and this person seem to have seen somewhere." The idea popped into Natasha's mind, and was then dispelled by her. "How is it possible, this little girl, how old is she."

"Just call me Natasha, Miss Phoenix." "Well, you can just call me Ailan." Elan smiled. Elan, who sat down across from Natasha. "Is there anything you're looking for me this time?" "Alan, S.H.I.E.L.D. would like you to sponsor a batch of medicines for this preparation. Oh, thanks. Natasha explained her intention to Ellan, just as Barbara's coffee came over, and she smiled and thanked Barbara.

"I can give you a discount on how much you ask." Ai Lan picked up the cup, exhaled softly, and took a sip of coffee.

Natasha took a proposal from her pocket and handed it to Ailan. "Here, take a look."

"It's a lot, and I kind of regret that I said I gave you a discount." Ai Lan put down the cup, the corners of her mouth slightly curled.

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