In the blue sky, a large white and blue bird slowly landed in front of Fisk.

When the gangway was lowered, Diana stepped out of it.

"Stark's plane?" Fisk looked at Stark's name on the plane.

"Well, we're on pretty good terms." Diana nodded, "So what are you going to do now?" ”

Fisk said to Diana: "If I can, I hope to go to Sokovia now, they should all be together by now." ”

"Together? It seems that the sense of urgency you have brought to them is far more serious than I thought. Diana really didn't expect this fat man to have such an important position in the eyes of those guys at the high table.

Fisk himself knew very well that the only person who could make the high table so ready was the woman next to him.

It's not that Diana doesn't know this, it's just that she wants to see more than the twelve masters of the high table.

The people she wanted to see were the agents of the gods.

I hope those guys won't let her down, after all, she still has the name of a god. Don't just be a balloon that pops when you poke it.

"Miss Prince, a plane to Europe under Mr. Stark's orders is ready." At this time, a ground crew walked up to Diana and said to her.

"Okay, I'm in trouble." Diana responded with a smile.

The ground crew nodded at Diana, and then nodded kindly at Fisk, who was tall and tall on the side.

As the ground crew drifted away, a Boeing 737 with the same paint slowly parked on the tarmac not far away. It's just that this plane was also modified by Tony Stark, which is quite sci-fi.

"Are you ready to plane?" Fisk never imagined that Diana would be ready for a plane to Sokovia at such a time.

Diana shook her head and said, "No, it's just a flight to Europe, and the specific country will get on the plane and tell them." Jarvis will take care of everything. ”

"I thought we'd have to wait a while." Fisk was clearly underestimating Diana's curiosity about those divine walkers.

Diana walked towards Stark's private jet first: "Let's go, you don't need too many people to go this time." ”

Fisk didn't make a sound, just followed Diana towards the plane.

This time, they went to the base camp with a high table, and even if they brought people with them, it was useless. Can someone rely on a few guns to casually enter and leave someone else's base camp?

Of course, the woman in front of him is not among them.

"What are you doing when you don't get on the plane?" As soon as Diana was about to enter the cabin, she found that the big fat man in a white suit had fallen behind her.

"Nothing." Fisk threw all other thoughts out of his mind and just followed Diana into the cabin.

Diana didn't want to delve into Fisk's unusual behavior just now, but said to the crew, "Let's go." We went to Sokovia. ”

"No problem, Miss Prince." The stewardess smiled and nodded.

Diana can only say that there are times when money is really useful. When explaining to Tony that his final destination is in Europe, the big man has already arranged all the private flight routes from the United States to Europe that can be used.

As long as Diana could name the place, his private jet would arrive.

No way, every rich guy I know basically has this kind of energy. If Stark Industries were still making weapons, that energy could be even more powerful. The energy of military enterprises is not comparable to ordinary companies, of course, if you have 1,800 tons of vibranium, there should be no such sentence.

Vibranium is really a little rare outside.

Sitting on Stark's soft cabin seat, Diana could only complain: all evil rich people are. Whether it's the rich people of that world, it is.

Fisk sat there, watching the ever-changing landscape from the porthole, followed by a rising perspective.

Even the largest underground boss in New York could only be shocked by Stark's extravagance in this regard. After all, who would buy so many private jets for a serious rich man.

But he quickly calmed down, thinking about the scene facing the high table.

It's a dark organization with a long heritage, and there will always be people who are not willing to have their rights taken away by a nouveau riche from New York, or even replace that person.

It is estimated that as soon as I arrived in Sokovia, I would receive a welcome gift from some people at the high table.

And this greeting gift should be full of weight.

Fisk didn't put Diana in it, after all, no one with a bad brain would think of pulling a god in the human world into the mortal battlefield.

"What if they attack you?" Fisk asked Diana.

While it may sound like a fantasy story, Fisk knows very well what crazy a man can do if he is cornered, and the attack on Diana is not impossible.

Human beings, as long as they have one in ten million hopes, will cling to it. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, there will never be a throw in the towel.

"I'm a warrior, Fisk." Diana's gaze that had been looking out of the porthole fell on Fisk, "My former partner was too kind, so he let humans attack instead of killing. But I'm not, you have to be clear about that. ”

Although Diana did not respond directly to Fisk's question, it did already explain the attitude of the human attack on her.

What is the final reaction of a fighter in the face of a sudden attack?

Fighting, everything that threatens her, will be the object of her attack.

Sitting in front of Fisk was a real warrior, a warrior who had no resistance to killing.

"Looks like you're worried that some of those guys won't know if they're alive or dead." Diana understood why Fisk was asking herself this question, nothing more than worrying that something unexpected would arise when she fell in Sokovia.

Fisk just looked at Diana like that, and didn't do anything, but it was already revealed that he was already clear.

"To be honest, I'm quite expecting them to attack."

Fisk could clearly see the battle intent in Diana's eyes, a desire to fight.

"If they can get the entire Divine Walker on the high table, then I still have some admiration for them." Diana propped up her head and stared at Fisk like a tiger ready to choose someone.

Diana made a small slit in her hand with her index finger and thumb.

"It's not much, though."

Fisk felt the oppression brought by the woman in front of him, and he could only quickly look away from Diana. The feeling of being killed at any moment, he had already experienced it once in Hell's Kitchen.

Didn't want to do it again.

But who can restrain the woman in front of them?

Fisk glanced at Diana with his peripheral vision.

Strong, confident, fond of fighting, and ready to flip the table...

Diana naturally noticed Fisk's small movements scanning her with her peripheral vision, and only showed Fisk an almost trademark gentle smile.

Fisk quickly withdrew his gaze.

As if the conversation had never happened, the plane regained its calm.