Infinite Journey to the World of American Comics

"Brother Hao, thank you."

In front of the Zhonghua Building, Richard and Wu Zhihao hugged each other warmly, and then asked in a low voice, "Ahao, if something happens in the warehouse at night, it won't affect you."

"Brother Li, don't worry. The guy who placed the order is very thief. Not only did he use a middleman, he also changed warehouses after we put down the containers, so no matter what happens, we can't be found. You can rest assured." Wu Zhihao. He also replied with a smile.

"You also know that the warehouse has been changed."

"Hey, haven't you learned to be more cautious after the last incident? Brother Li should also be careful. There are many good people among the guards escorting the goods."

"Well, it's okay. The more good players there are, the higher the value. There is a greater chance of a big harvest in the evening. Once the work is done, I will give you [-]% as reward."

"Thank you so much, Brother Li. Okay, don't worry, I will send someone to look out for you. If it doesn't work, it's important to protect yourself first, so that you can keep the green hills without having to worry about running out of firewood."

"Okay. It's settled." Richard patted Wu Zhihao's back, turned around and got into a car. Wu Zhihao had also prepared the car for them. It was a very ordinary Ford car with no criminal record and it did not belong to Chinatown. It was just stolen 20 minutes ago, Matt is sitting in the passenger seat...

"Are you asking for the address?" Matt asked impatiently as soon as Richard got in the car.

"Sure, let's go now"

"Uh, can you let me go home and change my clothes?"

"What are you doing? You are so shameless."

"...I have to hide my identity."

"Okay." Richard shook his head helplessly and started the car, "I really don't understand you people. I can understand the point of wearing a tight suit all day long to hide your identity."

"...pass...tradition..."

... Passing by the New York Museum and looking at the large poster of Captain America in a tights hanging outside, Richard suddenly realized that it was all Steve Rogers' fault, tsk tsk.

......

Late at night, in a warehouse not far from the pier, Matt Murdock, wearing a dark red leather tights, squatted quietly on the roof, like a gargoyle, while Richard leaned against The wall behind him was toying with a flame.

Yes, a ball of flame was flying in his palm like an elf. He was practicing his new skill of magic. There was no wand and no need to recite any spells. He could create a ball of fire in his palm with just his thoughts. He didn't quite understand the principle of flames, but before the flames were generated, he felt something gathering in his palm.

For the sake of magic, he specially focused 5 attribute points on spirit, and the other 5 points on life span. Life is important and cannot be careless.

"Richard..." Unable to bear it anymore, Matt finally said, "I know you are very strong and can also cast legendary magic, but can you not use fire magic?"

"Why, I caught you?"

"...It's night now. Don't you think a flame is too conspicuous? And you actually asked me, a blind man, to look after the wind. Even though I'm different from ordinary blind men, I can't see such a long distance..."

"Okay, okay, here I come." Richard extinguished the flame and came to Matt's side, "Besides, you squatted here as soon as you came up. I thought this was your special hobby. , I didn’t come to disturb you.”

.....Matt doesn't want to talk and kind of wants to slap him...

"There are two security guards at the door, carrying automatic rifles. I have to admit, this deal is really big..." Looking at the target warehouse in the distance, Richard told Matt what he saw.

"Four, and two snipers are hiding on the roof over here. With this level of security, I really don't know there are gangs of this size in New York City."

"You don't really think that gangsters would buy missiles, do they? Why do they want those things? They go to the top of the Empire State Building and masturbate."

"I'm also suspicious, but there are no clues. Maybe it's Hammer Industries."

"Go in and see if you don't know."

"Why now, the rightful owner hasn't come yet, wait..."

Before Matt could finish speaking, Richard jumped off the roof, scaring Matt into a cold sweat. He looked over and saw Richard turning 180 degrees in the air and landing steadily. on the opposite roof.

"Madman" Matt cursed secretly. Richard was already on top, and he couldn't continue to guard the place. He had no choice but to launch the stick to the opposite roof, wrap it around a bulge, and slide down.

......

"Everything is normal at observation position No. [-]..." A low voice came from the earphones. The sniper hiding in the dark looked around and whispered, "Everything is normal at observation position No. [-]..."

puff.

Just as he finished speaking, he was hit hard on the back of the head and passed out. In the distance, another sniper also fainted at the same time.

A few minutes later, three black cars drove into the warehouse, followed by an unmarked truck.

After all the cars entered the warehouse, the two figures quietly slid from the roof to the ground and ran over. As for the two guards at the door, they had a piece of glass inserted into their necks and died quietly. After being upgraded to magic , Richard's telekinesis became stronger. Although he still couldn't kill people by picking leaves from flying flowers, there was still no problem with flying glass piercing his throat.

The four cars saw the depths of the warehouse. Compared with the outside, the security measures inside were stricter. Three steps, one post, five steps and one sentry was a bit exaggerated, but there must be a big man with a gun every ten meters away.

When driving into an open space with only one container, four cars stopped in front of the container. Then, a dozen tough gunmen emerged from the darkness around them. The leader of the group had a bare head. There is a black dragon tattooed on it, but it looks a bit ugly.

The door of the car opened, and a group of bodyguards in black suits walked out. They looked warily at the gun-wielding man opposite, covering a middle-aged man who stepped out of the car. When he saw the middle-aged man's face clearly, the bald man walked over.

"Obadei, you are late. We agreed to meet at 12 o'clock sharp."

"Hey, Raza, don't be like this. I just came here after a meeting. As you know, this place in New York is no better than yours. There are always traffic jams." The middle-aged man named Obadai smiled and patted the one opposite. With his bald shoulders, he is Obadiah Stane, Howard Stark's good friend, Tony Stark's good uncle, and the CEO of Stark Industries.

"You should be on time. A person who is not punctual will not achieve great things." The bald man named Raza stared into Obaday's eyes and said.

"Really, then, he is a liar." Obaday is also a superior person after all. He also retracted his smile when faced with Raza's accusation, "I remember that you promised me to kill Tony Stark. Instead of letting him use a hammer to build a tin man in prison, look at that ugly tattoo on your head, it's a souvenir he left for you."

slam

Obaday's words made all the big men on the opposite side pick up their guns, and his bodyguards also took out their pistols and aimed at each other. The scene was tense.

"Obaday, it is the leader's intention to keep Tony Stark alive. Why, do you have any objections to his old man's instructions?"

"...That's what he meant." Obaday was taken aback and restrained himself, "But Stark is back and wants to shut down the weapons research and development department, which affects our plans."

"It doesn't matter, what he left behind is enough to make up for it all."

"You mean, that iron can"

"Yes, the leader asked me to bring it to you and ask you to restore it as soon as possible."

"Let me see the real thing first."

"Ok."