Meanwhile.

S.H.I.E.L.D.

At this time, Nick Fury looked at the casualty report that had just been counted in Harlem with a gloomy face.

Because Harlem has seen a plague of worms, demons, and even angels and other transcendent elements one after another.

The World Security Council has begun to hold S.H.I.E.L.D. accountable, and if Pierce hadn't helped him withstand the pressure for the time being, I'm afraid that the members of the World Security Council would have called him on the phone and scolded him.

After all, S.H.I.E.L.D. itself was specially established by the World Security Council to deal with all kinds of bizarre and extraordinary events.

Spending so much money to support S.H.I.E.L.D. every year, but S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't even give the slightest warning, who else could the World Security Council hold S.H.I.E.L.D. accountable?

Even if it's because of the hatred of the relationship with the Hulk.

This time, the military also has an inescapable responsibility, and it has to carry a small half of the pot, but S.H.I.E.L.D. still can't escape.

Who let S.H.I.E.L.D. not do a good job of early warning, and even the follow-up support and handling are so crotch-pulling?

After all, General Ross led people to rush to the front line of the battle from beginning to end, and except for one Natasha, the others in S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't even have a bright performance.

This makes Nick Fury unable to shirk responsibility.

But can he be blamed for this?

He was also wronged!

Who knew that most of the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. New York Branch were slaughtered during the day today, and such a disaster broke out in Harlem at night.

Nick Fury didn't even have time to send agents from elsewhere on the fly.

Thinking of this, Nick Fury's mood became even more gloomy, and he greeted the dead clown in his heart, after all, if the other party hadn't killed a large number of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, they wouldn't have ······

Looking at Nick Fury, who was exuding low air pressure.

Natasha on the side silently took a half step back.

She didn't want to touch Fury's brow at this time.

It took a while for Nick Fury to put down the fucking mood.

After taking a deep breath, Fury turned to Natasha and asked, "Has the list of high-ranking Catholics and Protestants who have appeared in New York recently been sorted out?" ”

Natasha, who was on the side, heard this, and handed a folder in her hand to Nick Fury.

"All the lists are here."

After opening the folder and flipping through a few random pages, Nick Fury asked, "Do you think the mysterious man who summoned Seraphim will be on this list?" ”

Natasha shook her head: "When I came, I briefly looked at the information of those high-ranking churches on this list, but these high-ranking churches don't seem to have any special abilities······ At least in terms of information, it is. ”

After closing the folder in his hand, Nick Fury said in a deep voice:

"In that case, let's expand the scope of the investigation! The strength of the Seraphim that appeared in Harlem is too powerful, coupled with the special status of angels since ancient times, we must not let this power be used by people with intentions·······"

"Understood!"

After nodding in response, Natasha hesitated for a moment and asked, "Director, ······ that list?"

Before Natasha could finish speaking, Nick Fury interrupted: "I will personally handle the matter of that list, and from today onwards, that list is classified as a level 10 secret, you can't leak this matter to anyone except me, understand?" Agent Romanoff! ”

"Understood, Director!"

After Natasha stepped back, Nick Fury's one-eyed look at the silver USB stick hidden by himself in the folder was full of solemnity.

"Hydra ······"

···················

Meanwhile.

One of the oldest ports in the Federation, located outside the Port of Philadelphia on the Delaware River, somehow, a faint fog rose.

Through the light of the lighthouse, faintly, the shadow of a dark ship can be seen, slowly emerging from the fog, gradually approaching the port.

On the lighthouse, the navigator in charge of the night's watch, Latim, through the searchlight of the lighthouse, found the shadow of the ship that entered the harbor at night, scolded and put on his coat, and then picked up a flashlight and walked towards the dark shadow that was slowly approaching the port.

As he walked, Latium complained scoldingly:

"It's so late, why is there still a ship entering the harbor in such a ghost weather, and why is no one at the tower notified, are the bastards in charge of the vigil sleeping again?"

Grumbling, Ratium shone the beam of his flashlight at the ship.

I plan to lead the other party to the vacant ship space in the port.

But soon, Latium realized that something was wrong.

In the faint fog, the port of Philadelphia tonight was unexpectedly quiet.

Except for the crashing of the waves, there seemed to be no second sound in the whole harbor.

Even the bright lights that should have illuminated the entire dock were slowly swallowed up by the fog that was getting thicker and thicker.

Latim, who has worked in the port for many years, unconsciously brought a trace of nervousness in his expression, and then silently stopped stepping forward.

But at this moment.

The dark shadow in the fog suddenly pierced through the fog and appeared in the light of the powerful flashlight in Latium's hand.

It was a very large cruise ship.

The Port of Philadelphia receives many huge cruise ships every year, and Latium, a veteran employee, should not be surprised by a cruise ship.

But this huge cruise ship, which is supposed to be bright and noisy, is crawling with all kinds of shellfish and seaweed·······

It looked exactly like a shipwreck that had just been salvaged from the bottom of the sea.

And what made Latium's heart palpitate even more was the silence of death on this cruise ship·······

When the cruise ship completely appeared in front of Latium's eyes, vaguely, Latium seemed to see the huge shadow under the projection of the cruise ship, turning into an ominous huge shadow and enveloping the entire port.

Grunt!

Latium swallowed unconsciously.

As a port worker, he had heard a lot of terrible legends about ghost ships on weekdays.

At this time, looking at the huge ship in front of him, a sense of foreboding quickly came to Latim's heart.

"Ghost ······ Ghost ······ Boat ······"

Almost subconsciously took a few steps back.

Latium picked up his flashlight and ran towards the port security room.

There, there are also more than a dozen security guards who patrol at night and keep watch over the order of the port.

Although if this is really a ghost ship, no amount of security is useless, but there are many people, and it is always safer.

While running, Latium did not forget to pick up the walkie-talkie hanging on his chest, and after pressing the call button, he frantically asked his companion for help.

But.

There was no response from the walkie-talkie, which had never had a problem, except for the stinging of electricity.

Walkie-talkie mutations.

It made Latium's heart contract a few points again, and it also made his footsteps move a few points faster.

Can be ······

Ten minutes later.

Latium, who should have already run to the port security room, was shocked to find that his position did not seem to have changed at all.

That silent giant cruise ship······ It was quietly moored behind him.

Ratium, whose forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat at some point, was already extremely pale at this time.

He didn't get rid of this huge cruise ship for half a day, and he seemed to have understood that simply escaping couldn't get him out of this weird huge cruise ship after the sale.

After taking a deep breath, Latium began to pump himself up.

"No, don't scare yourself, maybe it's just that everyone on the boat is asleep? Don't be afraid, Latim, ······"

In the midst of the constant self-encouragement, Ratium mustered his courage and climbed onto the rope hanging from the side of the cruise ship.

When he climbed aboard the shellfish and seaweed deck of the cruise ship, a chill ran down his tail vertebrae.

In the dark deck and cabin, there was ·······

··········

Early the next morning.

When the sky is still bright.

Tony Stark, who hadn't slept all night, arrived with Pepper and came to the gate of Arryn's house.

"Squeak······

Without waiting for Pepper to open the door, the little monster who had already marked her access rights directly manipulated the door to open the door on the first floor.

Pepper, who just wanted to open the door on the first floor through his voice, saw this, and a hint of color flashed on his face.

"Is Arryn upgrading the access control system again?"

"Who knows? Maybe that little ghost added a face recognition system to this access control system or something. ”

Tony Stark on the side was a little surprised by this, after all, the intelligent system in his seaside villa was more advanced than this one.

Looking at the crowd around him who had slowly turned his gaze here, Tony Stark, who had not slept all night, said a little tiredly:

"Alright, don't stand outside, let's go inside!"

After speaking.

Tony Stark walked straight to the door.

But the moment Tony Stark entered the gate, a submachine gun poked out from the side of the gate and pointed at Tony Stark's head.

The metallic sheen that reflected the cold light made Tony Stark, who had been studying arms for decades, instantly confirm that this submachine gun was a real thing.

Tony Stark's face changed when he was pointed at the head with such a submachine gun, and his right foot, which had just stepped out of the door and had not yet fully stepped into the door, stiffened directly in mid-air.

"Oh, NO······"

When Pepper, who was behind Tony Stark, saw this scene, her face changed instantly, and she was just about to make a move when she heard a familiar voice in the room.

"Alright, don't make trouble, let Aunt Pepper and him come in!"

With the sound of Erin's voice came.

The submachine gun pointed at Tony Stark's head vanished in an instant.

And following the direction in which the submachine gun disappeared, he turned his head angrily, wanting to see what was the guy who ate the bear's heart leopard guts just now and dared to point the submachine gun at his head.

All I saw was an empty wall.

Not to mention the person who pointed the gun at him, even the submachine gun just now disappeared without a trace.

"Walter?"

"What about the bastard who pointed the gun at me, and the submachine gun?"

"Why are they gone, little ghost, where did you hide them?"

Erin didn't pay attention to the angry Tony Stark, but turned one step behind Tony Stark, and Pepper, who also flashed a hint of surprise in his eyes, asked, "Why are Aunt Pepper here, shouldn't you have a press conference or something now?" After all, the disaster last night, the famous Iron Man was involved from beginning to end. ”

After seeing that Tony was fine, Pepper, who also looked a little tired, said in a slightly hoarse voice: "In fact, the press conference just ended, and last night, the military and the government had jointly held a press conference, and it was not until just now that we got rid of those crazy reporters." ”

At this time, the guy who couldn't find the hiding guy alive or dead, and Tony Stark, who was holding the submachine gun, turned his head and said to Erin full of resentment:

"Hey, that's right, we worked all night to get those bad things done, but as soon as we entered the door, someone put a gun to the head, is this your attitude towards your friends?"

"Don't blame me, who made you say bad things about the mob last time!"

Mobs!

Cuss.

This is the name of the smart housekeeper who controls the access control system of Erin's house?

With such a grudge, could it be that Erin, the kid's intelligent butler, is also an artificial intelligence?

····················

When Tony Stark was lost in thought because of a quote from Aylin.

Pepper, who was a little heavy-hearted, didn't pay much attention to this point, and she continued what Tony had just interrupted, and said, "Actually, we're here to discuss Mr. Clown's funeral with you. ”

"Tony has bought him the best cemetery in New York, found the best funeral company, and contacted the priest of St. John's Cathedral for him to hold a funeral for him·······"

At this moment, Tony on the side interjected again: "Correct, the money for the cemetery was paid by Pepper, saying that it was to thank that guy for saving her life, and the priest of St. John's Cathedral also heard that I was holding a funeral for Mr. Clown, and came to me directly, saying that it was his honor to hold a funeral for a hero like Joker······· I just asked someone to help arrange the funeral. ”

Speaking of this, Tony Stark suddenly paused and said, "By the way, speaking of which, I still don't know the name of Mr. Clown, and it is a bit disrespectful to always call such a hero who sacrificed his life to save civilians by calling a clown." ”

"Isn't it time for us to inscribe Mr. Clown on that person's tombstone?"

In the end, even Tony, who has always had a hippie smile, looked serious.

For such a hero who sacrificed his life to save people, Tony still has basic respect.

What is it called?

When Tony said this, Erin was slightly stunned.

This question Erin had never thought about, after all, Erin knew very well that his doppelganger was only temporarily dead.

Moreover, even if the doppelganger is really dead.

The name of the tombstone can't be called the Curtain of Arryn!

Otherwise, if his identity is exposed, he will have to die again?

Thinking of this, Erin pondered for a few seconds and said, "I don't know what his name is, I just know that he likes to call himself ······ Hee clown! ”

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