Recreating Cybertron in the Marvel Universe

Ronan didn't know that his behavior had attracted so much attention. Of course, even if he knew, he wouldn't care. He just wants to catch Cecil now.

With the addition of Optimus Prime and the absence of the threat of helicopters, the defeat of the gangs will naturally be a matter of time.

While the villains were still resisting, several cars suddenly rushed out of the back alley of the bar, and Cecil abandoned his men and ran away.

Optimus Prime and Arcee were left to deal with the remaining gangsters while Ronan pursued them alone.

Naturally, the speed of the car was far less than his flying speed. Taking out his ion pistol, Ronan killed the last car with two shots.

However, Cecil did not seem to be in that car, because the two cars in front were still running away wildly, with no intention of stopping to rescue.

And they seemed to have learned cleverly. During the driving process, the car body kept sliding in an S-shape, and often stuck to the side of other private cars on the road, in an attempt to avoid Ronan's attack.

But how can human calculations compare to a targeting system controlled by a clever ghost? In the end, Ronan seized the opportunity and solved another car.

The remaining car suddenly rushed into the alley next to it. All four people in the car abandoned the car and ran away, including Cecil and Claire.

The other two people also wanted to raise their guns and shoot, but Ronan shot each of them and sent them to hell.

"You can't escape!" Ronan turned off the flight function of the armor and fell from the air.

"Quickly..." Claire turned around, as if she wanted to cover her boss and leave first, but before he could finish his words, he was suddenly pushed forward by Cecil behind him, pushing him towards Ronan.

Claire staggered and fell on the dagger drawn by Ronan. The dagger penetrated his chest. Cecil, on the other hand, had already taken advantage of the precious time he had bought with Claire's life to escape into the nearby room. A warehouse.

Claire refused to die with eyes closed. He had already expected his own death, but he didn't expect that the process would be completely different from what he imagined...

"Don't worry, you will see him in hell." Ronan pulled the dagger out of his chest and shook off the blood on the sword.

In fact, Cecil did not flee blindly. There was a person waiting for him in the warehouse he fled into.

"He's coming, he's coming!" Cecil rushed in front of the figure and said in panic: "You said, as long as I can bring him here, you will help me deal with him!"

"Of course." The figure smiled. Through the bright moonlight projected from the skylight, it could be clearly discovered that this person was the mayor's secretary who had met Cecil in prison before, and he also He is also the representative of the mysterious organization behind him.

"But things have changed a bit now," he said: "I remember you said before you were released from prison that you would make compensation to the organization behind me, right?"

"Yes, it is."

"Then now! If I want to talk to the other party, I just need a suitable gift..."

……

Ronan walked into the warehouse. In the empty factory building, there were two figures, one standing and one lying down.

The person standing was unknown to Ronan, but the person lying down was Cecil. His eyes were wide open, and when he saw Ronan coming in, his pupils shrank suddenly.

He did not faint, and his brain was obviously still conscious, but his body could not move at all.

"Hello!" The unknown man bowed and said respectfully: "My name is Wild Davis. Nice to meet you, sir."

"Do you want to protect this guy?" Ronan pointed at Cecil who was lying on the ground. His other hand was ready to take out the ion pistol. If this guy said 'yes', then reward him immediately. gun.

"Of course not!" Wilder shook his head and said, "If you need it, you can take him away at any time. We are just here for you."

"for me?"

"Yes! We would like to invite you to join our organization."

"That's a real honor. What's the name of your organization?"

"Well... I'm sorry! If I'm not sure you will join, I can't reveal any information about the organization under any circumstances."

"That's weird!" Roland sneered: "Since you want me to join, but you don't tell me anything, are you kidding me?"

Although he will definitely not join, it is an organization that transports people and conducts various human experiments. If he joins, there will be trouble!

"No offense intended! We just think that a special 'person' like you should be very sympathetic to the philosophy of our organization."

"Human beings cannot control their own freedom. They need some talented people to guide them. If you agree, there will definitely be a place for you among the leaders of the organization..."

Humans cannot control their own freedom?Translated, - isn't that just planning to rule the world?

What he said seemed familiar. Just when Ronan's expression changed and he was about to continue asking, Wilder suddenly received a call.

Seeing the phone number, he smiled bitterly and said: "It seems that some troublesome guys have discovered it. I'm sorry, let's talk to you next time..."

Wilder said goodbye and left, but Ronan did not stop him. He had already guessed who this mysterious organization was, trying to conquer the world. In addition to the 'Hydra' that would give birth to two after cutting off one head, there were also Who could it be!

But now is not a good time to fall out with the other party, because, - SHIELD...

……

Peter hung up the phone, while Henry had already put on his equipment and planned to arrest the 'mysterious man' who had secret contact with the target!

If he hadn't just suspected that there was something abnormal in that warehouse and asked the agents to immediately send out instruments to remotely scan all the creatures in the warehouse, they might not have been able to detect it.

"It's getting weirder and weirder these years!" Henry scolded: "It always feels like someone is watching us. We have to be a step slower in everything we do. It's really uncomfortable!"

Peter looked at him deeply and said, "That's all your illusion. If someone is really watching, who else can it be but the people from the World Security Council!"

"Okay." Henry no longer dwelled on this issue and asked instead: "Did you report everything to the director?"

"Yes." Peter nodded.

How to decide next depends on the one-eyed director...

At this time, Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., also felt a little overwhelmed. The sudden appearance of a third party undoubtedly interrupted his previous deployment.

Putting aside the report submitted by Peter, there were various 'personality analyzes' conducted by the technical department on Ronan. It made sense, but compared to these cold words, Nick still believed in the people he trusted more. agent.

——Perhaps it’s time to send out manpower to contact the target.

"Where is Natasha now?" he asked his assistant, Agent Hill.

"She's spying on Tony Stark."

Hmm...this task seems to be quite important...

Since Stark last had contact with the target, he has recently been locked up in his mansion in Marbury...

"Then let's wait for her to come back first..."