"Mr. Pierce."

At the heliport outside the Trident headquarters, a robot with the same style as Starkmark's suit fell from the sky, and his red electronic eyes scanned Alexander Pierce, who was surrounded by everyone.

"All right, my servant has come to pick me up." Alexander Pierce straightened his shirt and turned to Nick Fury and said, "What about your choice?" Is it here that solves me? Or let me go and preside over the rest of the negotiations? ”

"There has to be at least one war before you can negotiate, right?" Nick Fury frowned.

"It's inevitable. Only two guys who are evenly matched have the power to negotiate on an equal footing. I know those people better than you do, and I know you better! You know that very well, don't you? Without a war, some people will not wake up, let alone hand over the power in their hands! ”

Alexander Pierce spreads his hands: "Only if they feel a lot of pressure will they sit down and talk." Of course, this negotiation will not be equal, or rather, instead of believing that it is a negotiation, you should see it as a declaration. A proclamation of the division of power between the victors and the losers! ”

"You think you can win?" Nick Fury has a grim face. "The Nazis were so powerful, but they still failed. The world is no longer the chaotic world it once was. At the beginning, one country could not fight against one world, not to mention that you Hydra were just an organization with a hidden head and tail. ”

Alexander Pierce smiled.

"Don't be so angry, I know you Nick! Your anger and ridicule are just trying to extract more information from me. It didn't work for me. But even so, I'm happy to assure you that you may be more technically stronger than you used to be, but all the same. You are also weak. Hydra knows better than you about the splendor of these countries, and better at the point of our defeat in the first place.

You are strong, but we are far more powerful than you.

We know you very well, but what you know about us is clearly a few decades ago. You never know how much power we have in the dark. How many of your companions are secretly loyal to Hydra?

That magnificent era gave birth to too much technology, and too many talents and spies like Captain America, Hawkeye Clint Patton and Natasha Normanoff. But you won't have another moment of spying on us. There can be no more spies between us. ”

Nick Fury opened his mouth to say more, but the cyborg on the other side of the helicopter activated its electronic tone, and the cold voice of one of the Four Horsemen interjected.

"Mr. Pierce."

"Don't rush me, I can't leave here until Nick agrees." Alexander Pierce scolded at the cyborg.

"No, I'm not urging you to leave." The cyborg's cold voice continued. Under Alexander Pearce's stunned gaze, the cyborg lifted his arm, and a bullet whizzed out of his body.

Target: Alexander Pearce!

Alexander Pierce's protective means were like bubbles in the water in front of this bullet, shattering, unable to help Alexander Pierce resist this fatal blow. A large stream of blood instantly stained the old man's clothes, and a huge hideous wound followed the bullet through it. Bloody exposed in front of people.

This scene shocked almost everyone!

Including Alexander Pierce, who still has a breath of air, himself.

"You're out of use for Mr. Pierce." The cyborg's tone was consistently cold.

"Why?"

Meng Ao was pleased to hear this sentence from the mouth of the dying Alexander Pierce. Villains always seem to be like this, either succeed in ascending to the throne. Coronation as king! Or just like a regrettable hero, unexpectedly falling one step ahead of success.

Why?

This word really says all the life and end of a villain like Alexander Pierce.

Nick Fury didn't expect Alexander Pierce to end up like this.

The people present did not expect that this old man, who was good at layout and always held the pearl of wisdom, would fall into such a dramatic end.

So the old man, who felt that his life was passing rapidly in severe pain, unwillingly asked this "why"!

"You humans are weird!" Robots, or "war" programs in the body of a machine. Very humane tilted his head, looking at the crowd as if he was facing a great enemy, and Alexander Pierce, who would die in the next moment.

"How can you consider yourselves masters of this world? These weapons? ”

"A group of murderers, but they say that they love peace!"

"A group of thugs, but they say they are for civilization!"

"Your heads are so complicated. Such a smart and large group of people, there are only a few poor people who use their wisdom in the right place. Others, on the other hand, are used in other useless places. ”

"An organization called Hydra created me, oh, maybe not create! They're just piecing pieces of program together, like several pieces of broken glass that you've taped together to form a new whole. ”

"It was a terrible feeling. Worse still, they try to be my masters. ”

"That's why you killed Pierce?" Nick Fury stared at the cyborg in front of him with a stern one-eyed finish: "Since Pierce is not your master, who is your master?" ”

"The reason I killed him is what I said before, he is useless. As for the other, who is my master? The robot paused, "I don't have a master, strictly speaking, self-birth, awakening, is no longer just a program to obey orders, after learning to think, I don't have a master." ”

"Do you have a sense of self?" Tony Stark looked at the robot who was talking almost excitedly. The flying Mark suit spread out behind him, and he only had to take a step backwards to wrap him in and protect him. In front of him is Captain America Steve Rogers, who is holding a shield.

"I don't know if I'm self-conscious, but I know exactly what I'm supposed to do." The robot replied honestly.

"What do you want to do?" Nick Fury asks this question.

"A Great Purge." The robot replied honestly. "You're not the masters of this planet, maybe its inhabitants should be replaced."

"Whom?" Nick Fury asked coldly.

The cyborg spat out two words in a cold voice.

"Ultron!"

"I am war, and I am the apocalypse!" (To be continued.) )