"It's not a good idea." Ida Wang looked at Meng Ao. She is not a decorative vase beside Meng Ao, old Storm cultivated her at any cost, so that she has enough vision and sensitivity in many things.

In her opinion, Meng Ao's behavior is a bit excessive.

"Why not?" Meng Ao asked rhetorically.

"It can backfire." In the face of Meng Ao's rhetorical question, Ida Wang replied without thinking: "You know very well what kind of perception those people in the World Security Council and government have about mutants and aliens. ”

"That's a kind of doubt and fear!"

"If there is a weapon that can destroy a powerful alien race, then the people of the World Security Council and the government will surely do it at any cost. Even the mutant groups led by Professor X Charles who leaned towards the human side never took them lightly. ”

"Trust and understanding are very difficult to build between these two different ethnic groups. If he had this, Trask would not have survived for so many years with the support of S.H.I.E.L.D. ”

"It's not going to work to expect Charles to protest to the government and the World Security Council, and those people are not going to heed the protests of these mutants without enough threats. If you want Charles to do something to Trask Industries, the result will only make those in the World Security Council and the government think that the mutant race led by the moderate Charles is still a very high threat to them and humanity, and in turn rely more on Trask Industries. ”

"No matter how badly Trask is wounded, this flag will not fall until the mutants become extinct. Nor will the world Security Council and the Government allow it to fall. Unless you're willing to take up the flag. ”

"Tyrants and colonies are not the same as sentinels." Meng Ao said seriously: "They are all-encompassing, not intensified against a certain heterogeneous race. As long as Trask Industries continues to adhere to the ideas of the past, their products have certain limitations. However, mutants are just one of the outliers. ”

Ida Wang looked at Meng Ao strangely, as a person close to him. Ida vaguely grasped what he was going to say.

"I just want to get the word out, and I don't care what the consequences are. Under pressure from Professor Charles, the World Security Council canceled or drastically curtailed Trask's order, which is naturally good. But if it does the opposite, then I don't care. Meng Ao said as he fiddled with his fingers.

"Even if you were robbed of some orders that belonged to you?" Ida Wang asked rhetorically.

"How much can it snatch from a stereotyped flag? Tyrants and sentinels with these weapons. Although it can reduce casualties, it is just a group of weapons with violence and no human mind. It is always humans who dominate and manipulate these weapons. ”

"I agree with a lot of what you just said, but what I don't agree with is that if you lose some of the orders in the second phase, the influence of me and Storm Enterprises will gradually weaken and decrease in S.H.I.E.L.D. We will always be the best choice for S.H.I.E.L.D. in the field of top technology of biological and chemical weapons. ”

"As long as this is certain, then our influence and importance on S.H.I.E.L.D. will not be weakened to any extent. The appearance of the tyrant only gave S.H.I.E.L.D. agents a little more security when they carried out their missions. It's a little less dangerous, but not enough to completely replace the agents who have undergone all kinds of rigorous training. ”

"It is true that the World Security Council and S.H.I.E.L.D. are violent organizations, but violence is only part of them. Over the years, they have been able to block those aliens to the death, divide their union, and make them unwilling to devote themselves to all-out conflict and confrontation with humanity, relying on more than just violence. ”

"If the Sentinels are similar to the Tyrant, then we don't need to worry too much about it for the time being. For the time being, we are at the heart of who we are. ”

Meng Ao paused for a moment, looked at Ada-Wang and continued, "Since so many people think that the Storm family is too threatening. We're trying our best to find a competitor, and we have to cooperate. As long as Trask doesn't cross the line. It's nothing to throw out some order benefits to give those people a peace of mind. ”

"Without Osborne, and Trask, without Trask, there will be an inexplicable other company coming out."

"What about AIM?" Ida Wang asked.

……

During the time Meng Ao and Ida talked, the crowd flowed outside the Chinese theater.

The night is driven away by the twinkling lights and the Christmas tree decorated with small light bulbs. One wrapped in an overcoat. A man with a Chinese face, short black hair, and shrunken shoulders was sitting on a stone bench in the corner.

The man's fingers were playing with a small metal nameplate, and his gaze was extremely focused. It's like immersing yourself in a game where the metal nameplate is turned over and over in your fingers. The man's face was gloomy, as if he was thinking about something.

Occasionally glancing at his wrist watch, he looked up and walked around, looking for someone's eyes in the crowd, as if he was waiting for someone.

Just as the man held the metal nameplate in his palm tightly in his palm, and looked around again, he saw a man in a straight suit with a big bald head, walking towards him with his trouser pocket in his hand.

"I thought you'd be late." The man said to the comer.

"I've always had a good sense of time, and you're an important collaborator for us." The bald man stood beside the man, his gaze not looking at the man, but scanning the surroundings sensitively like an agent on a mission, or as if he were surprised.

A chubby figure who followed the bald man immediately turned his back and paused in front of a Christmas tree, and lowered his head to make a posture as if he was looking at his mobile phone. The mobile phone in his hand leaned out slightly, and the high-definition camera recorded the movements of the bald man and the man bit by bit.

Along the way, Harpy, who has just been promoted to the head of security at Stark Enterprise, feels that he is a little confused!

He has always been somewhat neurotic and sensitive, or has always been a little neurotic since he started being Tony Stark's bodyguard more than a decade ago.

For some things that others ignore or don't care about, Harpy will always think and think in his head, and carry out all kinds of unbelievable interpretations of this seemingly ordinary and ordinary thing in different ways, and finally investigate them one by one according to these interpretations. And then exclude them one by one.

In many cases, this kind of overly sensitive interpretation is useless, and Harpy has tried to soften it down more than once to make himself look less nervous and sensitive.

But the bad thing is that habits and personalities sometimes don't have to be changed if you want to. So more than ten years later, Harpy has advised himself again and again to change. But he hasn't changed yet. Far from improving, in the eyes of those who know him well, there is a tendency to get worse.

For a period of time, his harsh regulations and security rules almost drove the entire office staff of the temporary Stark building crazy, and many employees complained about him again and again from anonymity to real name when they could not bear it. But Harpy didn't care, and in his opinion, it only served to set off his success.

Compared with his neurotic sensitivity, his sense of responsibility is more on it. This is the better and more powerful bodyguard candidate that Tony Stark can have. But the reason why he has been bringing Harpy, a fat bodyguard who has no developed muscles and is still a little out of shape, is by his side.

Now that Tony Stark has given him Pepper Pepper Potts' safety, the responsible Harpy thinks he needs to do a good job. In particular, Pepper Pepper Popper Potts also experienced a horrific kidnapping some time ago.

During this time, Harpy has carefully observed many people that Pepper Potts has met, and the most uncomfortable and suspicious thing for him is the big guy named Adridge Killian that day, and the bald bodyguard on the other side.

When the burst of responsibility and neurotic sensitivity come together, the result is a gap between Pepper Potts and the Stark Maribu Villa, who doesn't need his protection. He used the power and technology of Stark Enterprises to begin an investigation into Adridge Killian and others.

Today's sneaky bald man undoubtedly makes the suspicion in Harpy's heart heavier. It's almost a definite conclusion.

The other side.

"What do I want?" The man came up and hurriedly asked the bald man, his tone and face full of eagerness.

"Can you handle it?" The bald man did not answer the man's words, but asked sternly in a slightly nervous tone.

"I can bear it." The man nodded without even hesitation, and looked at the bald man who had looked around and turned his gaze to him without flinching.

"Are you sure?" The bald man's tone was questioning.

"Sure!" The man affirmed.

The bald man had a strange look on his face that couldn't tell whether it was mockery or pity. After looking at the man for a moment, he bent down and placed a black, ten-inch flat box in his right hand on the stone bench next to the man's lap.

"Good new, newly improved." The bald man smiled and said, "Don't say I don't think about you old fellow. At the beginning, I told you about the dangers of this kind of goods. As an old fellow, I don't want any accidents to happen to you. ”

"Thank you." There was a hint of gratitude on the man's face.

"No thanks, long live understanding." The bald man dropped a sentence, turned around and left without looking back.

Harpy withdrew his phone, a look of hesitation on his face. The bald man had left, and he supposedly should have caught up, but he thought it would be better to stay and see what the man had traded with him.

Just hesitated, and Harpy quickly made up his mind. His eyes were aimed at the bald man who walked away, and with the cover of the surrounding crowd, he walked quickly in the direction of the man who received the goods. In his opinion, what the bald man has to do today is probably just the one now, and the other party can't disappear anyway, so it's naturally more important to figure out what the bald man has traded for the man at the moment.

The man opened the box and took a look, stood up with a happy face, and walked in the opposite direction to the bald man.

The man didn't take a few steps before he was hit by a deliberately pasted Harpy. The box in his hand was knocked to the ground, and the body of the box that had been opened before and was not closed was immediately opened, and the contents of the box also jumped out scattered under the impact. They were triangular flat pieces of metal of various sizes.

Harpy apologized one after another, crouching down and picking up the metal objects scattered from the box with the man. Taking advantage of the gap between the man's preoccupation with picking, Harpy quietly and skillfully clamped a silver-white triangular flat metal block in his palm, and tucked it into the tight cuffs between the flips of his wrists.

When the qiē was finished, the harpy raised his head and wanted to say something to the man, but all he saw was a ray of hot flowing light like magma, which flashed on the man's face.

Harpy immediately paused, forcibly swallowed the surprise and shock in his heart, nodded to the man, showed an apologetic smile, and silently got up to leave.

After messing around with Tony Stark for so long, Habi more or less knows some things and information that ordinary people don't know, or are difficult to access, and judging from the anomaly of the man before, he vaguely guessed what was in the metal block in his wrist, and he also felt a sense of crisis.

That inexplicable sense of crisis forced the harpy to leave the place as much as he could.

However, after not taking a few steps, there was a burst of screams and commotion behind him, which immediately drew Harpy's gaze back to him, and his eyes widened in shock for a moment.

He saw that the man he had just left was kneeling on the ground at this moment, holding the ground with one hand and pinching his neck with the other, as if he could not breathe, and on his face, a red cloud like a fiery cloud burst out from under his skin, as if there was a cloud of hot magma flowing under his skin.

A large number of people who noticed the anomaly quickly left the man's side, clearing a large clearing around him.

In just an instant, the man's face, which was as red as a soldering iron, became as bright as the sun. The light was so dazzling that it even overwhelmed the man's face, and only made people see the eyes and mouth that shone like skeletons.

Seeing the man's strange appearance, Harpy, who was not too far away from him, only felt a cold sweat from the waistcoat from the center of his feet all over his body in an instant, no matter who saw the appearance of the man in front of him, the only thing that could be associated in his mind was the grenade at the moment of explosion, or the bomb.

Harpy reacted quickly from the shock, his eyes subconsciously swept around, his feet ran wildly, and he flew towards the nearest concrete bunker.

Unsurprisingly, the man exploded in a whole way, and a surging shock wave, carrying heat and firelight, swept through the entire square.

……

S.H.I.E.L.D. (To be continued......)