In the Director's Office, which S.H.I.E.L.D. hadn't used for nearly half a month, Nick Fury returned to his kingdom.

He threw his legs high on the table, swaying rhythmically.

It's still comfortable on its own turf.

In addition to being comfortable, the director of the Halogen Snake Shield couldn't help but be a little vigilant:

During his absence, S.H.I.E.L.D. ran very smoothly, and all affairs were carried out in an orderly manner.

What's more, in the past, when he made a sesame mistake, the pressure from the military, parliament, the Security Council and other parties came layer by layer, and he had to be careful if he wanted to be greedy for some funds.

But now?

I've been missing for half a month!

With such a big power vacuum and such a big dereliction of responsibility, you won't pursue it? Don't you take the opportunity to seize power and plant spies?

At the very least, check your accounts!

No, not at all! It's as if I'm a saint like a beautiful team, and all parties are extremely relieved of me.

Fury felt as if the whole world was shrouded in a huge black hand, and he shuddered a little when he thought that even Hydra's sworn enemy, S.H.I.E.L.D., had turned into Hydra.

Isn't it possible that the whole of America and the whole world have become the appearance of Hydra?

No, in order to better pull out the hydra and better resist the erosion of the hydra, my hydra snake head has to lurk deeper and more like the hydra.

That's right, Fury, the sun-soaked leaves are certainly beautiful, but only the roots buried deep in the darkness can draw nutrients from the hydra and finally save the world!

Thinking of this, Fury looked solemn, dialed the phone number to the other smugglers, thanked them verbally for their help this time, and made some exchanges of information and interests with the smugglers.

"It's all for the world!"

The point is that Hydra pays salaries and gives money much more comfortably than the World Security Council.

After doing all this, Fury pulled the lazy elemental eater from the cat rack, and stared at the orange cat on the table with his own one eye with a blank face.

The orange cat snorted and meowed, wagged its tail casually, and lay on its side to expose its belly, so that Fury dared to pet the cat.

After a very unpleasant journey to transform into a cat, his level of service to the cat master can be said to have improved by leaps and bounds, and the Yuan-devouring Beast, which has always been close to Fury, has also become closer to him recently, which can be regarded as a blessing in disguise.

Scratch the sides of the cat's face with both hands, gently pull the fingertips on the back, and pat the tail glands.

Fury's cat thighs purred comfortably, and even he let out a few dissatisfied growls when he stopped.

"Gus, I have something very important now, and I'll play with you later!"

Fury pulled out a chicken helmet from under the table and gently placed it on his head, and his one eye landed on the pad of Gus's paws:

"Guard me and don't let anyone near my body! Come on! ”

"Meow~"

The Yuan-devouring beast jumped slightly, landed lightly on Fury's thigh, adjusted its position and lay down to sleep.

Call~

Fury's complexion changed slightly.

Big orange is heavy, but the legs are really numb!

However, with the protection of this super combat power, Fury can finally put his mind at ease and log in to the digital world.

He's always been skeptical of Flat Baggage and the digital world it provides, or rather, it's in his nature to be suspicious of everyone.

Therefore, even if the digital world was so hot, he was not in a hurry to log in, for fear that this little helmet would snoop on his thoughts and memories.

But now, with the constant crisis, and the fact that Crazy Thursday can get superpowers, and the superpowers produced seem to have no side effects, he has finally made up his mind to get a 'tailed chicken' and become a transcendent.

"You're a hard man to find, Mr. Coulson! Or should I call you. Vegetable buyer's little baby? ”

Coulson stood at the door of his 'own' room, looking at Fury, who was holding Erlang's legs, a little speechless.

According to what he knew about the boss, Fury came about two hours earlier than the scheduled time, and then spent an hour and a half while checking for traps and setting up his own traps, and sat on the couch for twenty minutes, just to set up this wave.

But this is Gotham!

"Director, the fruit basket that you emptied is not only bananas and apples are bombs, but cherries too!"

The already black face of the braised egg is even darker.

"Ahem! Get down to business, get down to business! Fury, who didn't pretend, didn't feel embarrassed, and pushed the fruit bowl farther away without leaving a trace, and said in a deep voice:

"What about the captain and Natasha?"

The corners of Coulson's mouth raised slightly, but fortunately, he was now a little blue man, and his smile was not very obvious:

"They're waiting for us in the car outside! By the way, Director, this is for you! ”

Coulson took out a well-packaged lunch box from the grocery shopping basket he carried with him and handed it to Fury.

"Chicken essence fried noodles!

Eating this will increase the chance of eating chicken in 'Crazy Thursday', so try it! ”

"Bells and whistles!" Fury snorted coldly, stretched out his hand from under the big black leather coat, and took the lunch box, but did not open it to eat.

I'm not an idol like Fury, what do you want?

He felt that with the combat effectiveness of their four-person squad, didn't they successfully eat chicken all the way? Feudal superstition is unacceptable!

Fury stood up domineeringly, and the wide black leather coat actually had the feeling of a cloak in his shake and fall, and he said:

"Twenty minutes to go, let's go meet the captain! This time, we are bound to win the power of the tail chicken! ”

Rumble!

A huge chicken claw with a violent air flow fell on the backyard of the vegetable buyer's villa, startling thousands of dust, and the air flow directly blew the villa to pieces.

"Giggles!"

Leaning out of the ruined villa, Fury looked in amazement at the golden red giant chicken dozens of meters above his head.

This chicken has three pairs of meat wings on its back, and the tail feathers are like long brocade, divided into seven, each with its own color.

The giant chicken spread its wings and fluttered, and a 'bang' sound erupted all around its body, like a rocket soaring into the sky.

Its blood-red eyes fell on the 'little bugs' underground.

"Giggles!" I'm pecking!

The giant beak several meters long burst into a circle of transparent air, accelerating its pecking at Fury, who was buried in the earth, to swallow him.

My life is at rest!

Fury already wants to give up the resistance, it's just the game anyway.

At the moment of crisis, everyone is shielded, and I am the only Captain America.

Steve, who had been leaning on the side of the car and chatting with Black Widow, ran a few steps towards Fury and threw his shield just enough for the tailed chicken's heavy peck to hit the bull's-eye of the shield.

It's a pity that Team America's vibranium shield can't be brought into the digital world, so the shield he uses now is only an alloy shield produced by Digital Gotham.

So, the tip of the chicken's beak pierced the shield and stabbed Fury's arm hard, smashing it to pieces.

Then, in Natasha's astonished eyes, several giant chickens fell from the sky and fell into Gotham City.

Bang! Bang!

Giant chickens begin to slaughter and wreak havoc, and the sound of buildings collapsing and the rising smoke quickly plunges Gotham into chaos.

At the same time, all players throughout Gotham heard the familiar GM's voice:

"Hello everyone, this 'Crazy Thursday' game has officially begun!

In this game, we have added a new game mode, where nine powerful tailed chickens are wreaking havoc throughout Gotham. While you are playing the chicken game, don't let these chickens gobble up! ”

Depend on!

Fury, who crawled out of the rubble, was covered in blood, and couldn't help but curse when he looked at the big murderous eyes of the chickens on his head.

"Fark!"

"Fark!"

Stark, who has always prided himself on being a civilized person, couldn't help but open his mouth to curse when he looked at the TV in front of him.

He smacked his lips and looked at Li Hao, who had just walked into the activity room, his face cloudy:

"Lee, look!"

"What's wrong?"

Li Hao, who was full of spring, took out a bag of potato chips, ate them with relish, and sat next to Stark.

He's relaxed and happy now.

The dimension of the beast has been started, and the beast has become a home-bred monkey, and as for the tailed chickens that will always return to their own human pillar force after a few days of wreaking havoc in the digital world, what can be the problem?

Dead people in the digital world. Can that be called a problem? It's okay if you're dead.

Li Hao handed a piece of potato chips to Stark: "Have a piece?" Classic steak flavor! ”

Stark waved his hand: "Puffed food is bad for health, and Pepper won't let me eat it." You watch TV, watch TV! ”

Li Hao slumped on the sofa, chewing crisply on potato chips, and looked at the TV nonchalantly.

On television, the Elephant Party Party Party Congress was held for the presidential election of América.

It's July 2012, and the Zetari army that was supposed to arrive didn't arrive this summer, and Americaka's quadrennial presidential election is still going on as usual.

As we all know, the president of the movie and comic world is a high-risk industry, always assassinated and kidnapped, so in the Marvel world, the current president O'Hei was assassinated as early as his second year in office, and the current president is his vice president and the only candidate of the Donkey Party.

But it doesn't matter.

What really matters, what really makes Stark scold and be shocked is-

Among the five members of the Elephant Party who are now in the final showdown for the party's candidates, there is an 'old friend' of him and Li Hao.

Though his neck was flushed, his appearance was fine-tuned, and his hair was dyed with a curly blonde hair, the rough lines and the resolute look in his eyes betrayed him deeply.

Ivan Vanko, I know you when you turn to ashes.

After all, he is still the 'Pope' of Li Hao's Megatron Vest, a saint appointed by the Mechanicus Cult!

It's a pity that after the invasion of Daobiao and Hopley's entry into the 'Light Dimension Digital World Branch', the big scumbag Li Hao completely left Ivan behind.

It can't be helped, although the 'dimensional digestion ability' provided by one player is only about one-sixth of that of a sequencer.

But players can easily attract tens of millions, and they have to beg me to give them game helmets, and there are more than a billion waiting in line, how many people are there in your Ivan's Cult of the Mechanics?

So, when the gods of faith ignored his love, Ivan gave full play to his subjective initiative.

The great Megatron asked me to build the kingdom of the Mechanical God on earth, did he let me build a little paradise, a utopia? It has to be at least the size of America to be worthy of the kingdom of God on earth, right?

In just half a year, the rapid rollout of cyber-flavored technologies such as chicken helmets, under-neck chips, and virtual reality has strengthened his belief:

America is the future of the Mechanical God Kingdom, then I, the Mechanical Pope, must be its leader, leading the entire country into the Cyber Age.

President, I should be determined, I, the mechanical Jesus said!

Replacing key party figures, grafting a real American resume, and taking control of the Elephant Party stronghold of Texas, especially after he recently added a woman named 'Rogie' to his election team.

On TV, Ivan Vanko, oh, should be called Ivanka Kushner by now, is giving an impassioned speech.

"Make America great again! I swear that our country will reach a new level.

Today, we stand here, on the land of the American people, a fertile soil that our ancestors spent two hundred years developing.

We want to implant a chip under the neck for all, and gradually eliminate heavy physical and high-risk work with mechanical prosthetics and robots for free online AI medical care for all."

On the TV, Ivan looks like an enraged lion, his blond hair scattered over his body, and his enthusiasm rushing straight to his face, making him look like a real Texan.

The noisy cheers and applause resounded in the sky, but they could not suppress his high and excited volume, until at last, Ivan raised his left hand into a fist and shouted hysterically:

"Come with me and make America great again!"

The tsunami roared from the mountains under the stage, and the responders gathered.

Countless excited and excited representatives shouted with Ivan, learning from Ivan's gesture of raising his hand, shaking like layers of waves, and even some representatives fainted directly with excitement.

At the end of the speech, Ivan did not step down from the podium, but raised his left fist again and again, looking proudly at the almost brainwashed crowd and the four pale contenders.

He knew that there was no one in the elephant party who was in his way!

The general trend of brilliance and the desire of the people, who can stop me?

In my short career as a villain, I have deeply realized that villains have limits, so Stark, I'm not a villain!

Soon, the dust settled.

Like the party's support rate, 98 percent, belongs to Ivan's crushing bureau!

Looking at Ivan on TV with a business smile and a team hug and being interviewed, Stark couldn't hold back his poisonous tongue anymore:

"His hair was like ice cream, soft and greasy. Okay, after we have a black president, we are about to have a Russian president, will he just merge his two motherlands?

Oh my God, a former Sioux man who grew up under the red flag, a madman who turned himself into a machine."

"Lee!" Stark's face was a little pale, and Ivan had been his nightmare for a while:

"We must stop him!"

“Why？”

Li Hao ate the last piece of potato chips, and then poured all the potato chip residues in the bag into his mouth without wasting it.

"Aren't all those ideas he has always wanted to do?"

Stark thought for a moment, as if this was indeed the case, and it seemed good to let Ivan promote these policies he wanted?

He hesitated for a long time and said, "After all, he has a personal grudge with us."

"Ann!" Li Hao waved his hand indifferently:

"He's an American butler, and he can still manage you, the capitalist master of the American Star-Spangled Banner?"

That's right.

Stark felt extremely twisted, frowning, and fell into mental exhaustion.

(End of chapter)