Thick snowflakes fluttered in the air, soft white light fell on the vast snow, and several large transport planes slowly landed in them, and the low roar of the aircraft engines echoed in the cold air.

The cabin door opened, and a group of people in these golden armors slowly stepped out of the transport plane, tall and majestic, as if they had stepped out of an epic tome.

Each person's power armor was armed with a variety of tools and weapons, and they marched in unison, four people in groups, each pushing a huge shipping container.

The containers looked unusually heavy, but with the help of the power armor, they seemed effortlessly pushing them towards the factory, leaving deep footprints in the snow.

Seeing the golden-armored warrior coming, Paul and another soldier quickly used the remote control in their hands to operate the mechanical system of the gate and slowly opened the gate.

After the figures had disappeared into the factory gates, another soldier asked Paul dryly, his voice revealing a hint of exhaustion:

"How many times is this today, buddy?"

"Well, ...... Six times, right? Or the seventh? I can't even count. The latter said equally tiredly.

The soldier sighed, "What the hell are these golden guys going to do?" We're standing here all day, opening doors and closing doors, it's not funny. ”

Paul nodded with a wry smile, raised his hand and rubbed his temples, watched the team of golden power armor enter the factory, and couldn't help but sigh: "I don't know what they are doing in the factory, it's mysterious." ”

"Who knows, but that thing looks pretty cool." The soldier shrugged, and though he said that, he wasn't really interested in the little golden figures.

Looking at the snow in the sky, Paul whispered, "Maybe one day, we will be able to wear that equipment and be part of that team." ”

The soldier muttered perfunctorily, "yes, maybe." Then he buckled the soles of his shoes and threw them aside.

The gold-armored warriors pushed the container silently through the dark passage, the walls of which were smooth and cold, reflecting their reflections.

A few minutes later, they came to a large room with dozens of identical containers already in it.

Hawkeye, also dressed in golden power armor, walked up to the men and gestured to them, and the power armor on his body was specially painted with an arrow to distinguish them.

On the other side of the room, a colorful group gathers, each with an air of mystery in its presence. Beside the old man in black leather, the white queen wearing a mask looked proud and indifferent, her eyes revealing a hint of unpredictable light.

Wanda and Quicksilver siblings stood side by side, Wanda's hands waved gently, and a faint light seemed to appear around her, while Quicksilver stood straight, as if she could burst out at lightning speed at any moment.

The Punisher was less conspicuous in this heterochromatic group, changing into his old skull T-shirt, carrying a spear and a cannon, and his eyes were sharp and cold.

Compared to him, Venom, with his massive size, still has a mouth wide open and fangs bare, but no one knows who his current host is.

It's as if the group has come together to wait for someone special.

"Boom."

The Hulktops of the White Night stepped out step by step, and the sound of shocking metal footsteps echoed through the room, like the sound of a giant drum, making everyone's heartbeat seem to tremble. The mecha is tall and mighty, larger than any other gold-armored warrior, like an indestructible iron tower.

There was a deathly silence in the room, as if even the air had frozen. Those golden-armored warriors who were still carrying containers also stopped what they were doing, and turned to the mecha of the white night in unison, their eyes full of shock and awe.

On the other side, the few suddenly seemed imperceptible, like leaves swaying in the wind. The White Queen, Wanda, Quicksilver, and Venom are also attracted to the people who appear, and they have different emotions in their eyes.

And following behind Bai Ye is the figure of the vicissitudes of wisdom of the stick, and the little robot Helby.

In this quiet atmosphere, there are not only warriors and superpowers, but also a group of seemingly ordinary people, who are also staring at the anti-hulk mechs of the white night at this moment. The craftsman led a team of original factory personnel and scientists to stand aside.

Bai Ye clenched his fists, and the metal joints made a slight clicking sound, allowing everyone's attention to focus completely on him.

"Ahem. Forty years ago"

He cleared his throat and was about to say something when a strange sensation suddenly hit him, as if an invisible gaze was watching him.

At. Watching his every move.

He immediately rubbed his eyes and scanned the crowd, perhaps because of his expression, the others began to feel a little strange as well. The gold-armored warriors stopped their movements and looked around as they tried to catch the hidden threat.

Subconsciously, Hakuya seemed to know in which direction someone was looking at him, and he looked away.

Then a vague figure, a man in a cloak, seemed to be standing behind everyone. He could only see one of the other's eyes, and that eye emitted a unique light that seemed to contain infinite mystery and power.

The figure didn't speak, just stood there quietly, and then, in the sight of the white night, the mysterious figure slowly turned around and left silently.

After a few steps, he disappeared into the darkness as if he had never been there.

"Did something happen?" Seeing that Bai Ye's behavior was a little weird, Wanda couldn't help but ask.

"No, nothing."

Bai Ye was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath and intended to continue the speech just now.

Thousands of kilometers away, inside a bar.

A piercing scream rang out, attracting everyone's attention, and people stopped what they were doing and turned their heads to look in the direction from which the sound came.

A strange-looking guy stood in the middle of the bar, his head was a huge eyeball, and although there were no eyebrows, mouths, or other expressions, people could see a frenzy and pain in the 'face' of the big eyeballs.

The eyeball's body trembled violently, and his clothes were torn open by his ferocity, revealing a patch of twisted skin.

At the position of his chest, a large eyeball took up almost the entire chest of him.

The eyeball widened, bloodshot in it, emitting a distorted glow that seemed to tremble in pain and make indescribably strange noises.

"Observation. My watcher's eye sees things again! ”

(End of chapter)