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"Bang, bang, stop, don't move, put your hands up behind your back, damn it."

Ness cursed bitterly, took out the gun in his arms and chased forward.

As a patrol officer, this is Ness's second year in office, and it is also his busiest year.

Ever since that night a month ago, for some reason, there have been a lot more vicious cases on the streets.

Robbery, that's pretty good, but blood-sucking is what really gives them a headache.

That's right, the victim's arteries were bitten open and the blood was sucked dry.

Sometimes Ness really wants to know, what are those perverts thinking in their minds?Is it fun to imitate a vampire?Do they still think that what was said in the bullshit news before is true and that there are really vampires?

"Bah, ah!"

A flash of light flashed.

"Damn."

Ness was shocked. The robber who snatched the bag just turned around this corner. Now this is it?

Ness raised the gun in his hand and moved over there step by step. He saw a black figure slowly putting away a silver steel drill-like object, and at his feet, a pile of The burnt remains are drifting away in the wind.

"Don't move, hands up, NYPD."

Colson rolled his eyes, why do rookies still say this now?How can I raise my hand if I don't move?

"I am Agent Coulson of the CIA, and this is my ID."

Taking out a small notebook from his pocket and throwing it to Nais, Coulson stepped aside to contact others.

"Sir, target number three has been dealt with."

Listening to the news coming from the headset, Colson took the ID back from the hands of the young policeman who was checking it over and over.

"Okay, I got it. You did a good job this time. I've also taken care of target No. [-]. Let's close the team."

"If you have any questions, ask your superior. I have something else to do, so I won't interrupt your patrol."

With a friendly smile, Colson, who was wearing a crisp suit, patted the other party's shoulder, turned and left, walked to a black Chevrolet at the corner of the street, opened the door and got in.

In the New York branch, Coulson stood in front of the screen and made a report.

"Sir, we have processed 45 targets this week. Judging from the data, the number of targets is decreasing sharply. The number of targets processed this week is only a quarter of last week."

"Well done, leave the rest to others. There is a task that needs you to deal with. The information has been sent to your mailbox."

"Yes, sir, let me hand over and leave immediately."

Coulson was about to hang up the communication when he heard Fury say again.

"Well, by the way, how is the progress of that matter?"

"The search is still ongoing, and the target is more obscure than we thought."

"Well, as soon as possible, I have a feeling their power will be needed soon."

Fury said in a deep voice, and then hung up the communication.

Looking at a few photos on the screen with one eye, Fury fell into deep thought. There were too many people with extraordinary abilities in this world, and even he, a level [-] agent and director of S.H.I.E.L.D., knew only the tip of the iceberg.

An experimental accident, a herb, an old secret book, or even an amulet may create a superhero or a super criminal.

This is not a good thing. Superheroes are very important to organizations like SHIELD and even to society as a whole.

It's a kind of trouble. Sometimes he would rather have ten elite human warriors than a so-called superhero who is unruly and disobeys orders.

However, he had no choice. He felt keenly that there seemed to be some secrets hidden in his organization that he didn't know about, and he needed a force outside the system.

Looking at the files on the desktop, the word revenge on them is so eye-catching.

"The time has not come yet."

In the Middle East, in a cave in a desert area.

"Hey Tony, does this thing really work? Are you sure it can start?"

Ethan looked at the big guy in front of him with suspicion.

"Hey, be careful what you say, man, this is made by Tony Stark, the smartest genius in the world. Well, probably. I only had a preliminary idea before, and I have never made a real thing. Especially, In such a humble place.”

Tony gestured around. In a dark cave, there was a small hole above his head that let in sunlight. The rest of the lighting could only rely on incandescent lamps that seemed to last century.

Tony hadn't seen such an antique since he was ten years old. Not to mention the power consumption, the power was still so low and the brightness of the light was not enough.

In the cave, apart from a simple bed, there is only one workbench, which is filled with various simple and crude tools, including metallurgy and cartography. In short, they are all Rudimentary.

In other places in the cave, there are also some tattered things, which were dug out from nowhere, like crucibles, anvils and the like.

"It's too late to doubt now. This is our last chance to escape."

Tony stroked this strange thing that was rough and rough, like pieces of flattened iron blocks welded together, as if looking at his own son.

"By the way, you are not allowed to call him anything in the future. He has a name and is called Mark 1."

Tony felt a little arrogant. As a very proud person, even though the thing he made was so ugly, it was still his work. He did not allow others to judge it. If it was bad, he could only say it himself.

"Okay, okay, put on your Mark 1 quickly. When they come later, there will be no chance."

But things are hard to remember. Just when Tony had just put on Mark 1 and was loading the system program, there was a knock on the door outside.

"I'll hold you back, hurry up."

Ethan gritted his teeth and walked towards the door.

"Hey, Ethan, come back, don't go over there, hey, Ethan."

Tony had no choice but to look at the slow progress bar on the computer not far away through the small window on the mask, praying that it would go faster.

"Da da da."

But not long after, crisp gunshots were heard outside. As a weapons expert, Tony could certainly tell that it was the sound of an AK. This is the favorite weapon of terrorists, and his heart suddenly rose to his throat.

"Common, Ethan, please don't let anything happen to you. I promised you that I will take you home."

Tony anxiously looked at the progress bar outside. Finally, the green progress bar reached [-]%. He only heard a muffled sound, accompanied by the sound of mechanical transmission, as if a beast opened his eyes. , an invisible force flows.

"Shet, open it for me."

Tony drove the Mark 1 and kicked the big iron door with such huge power. Two guards outside the door fell to the ground. The gun on one of them was gone. Tony was relieved when he saw this scene.

"Ethan, wait for me."