Marvel's Great Old Ones

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A subtle sound of flapping wings echoed in the air, and a wisp of dark mist streaked across the sky at high speed. If you look closely, you can see that this dark mist is actually made up of countless tiny flying insects.

These tiny, unreal insects flew across the sky at a high speed that was not in line with their life levels, flying all the way towards the tall buildings in the distance, like a trail floating in the dark field of vision, flashing bright golden red light. Countless blurred halos of light flickered and echoed.

There is nothing difficult about this mission. If you don’t know the map, you still need to look for clues. But after watching this classic movie many times, Li Xiu knows that it is kept on the computer in Obadiah Stan’s office. There is a lot of evidence of his crimes, and there are even videos sent by the Ten Rings gang pretending to execute Tony Stark.

Reaching the old state, Li Xiu can be regarded as a multi-threaded creature. At this time, part of his existence turned into a bug and came to Obadiah's office in the Stark Group's administrative building, while the other part stayed in Tony Towers. In Ke's villa, on the one hand, it is to maintain and consolidate the state of bewitchment, and on the other hand, it is also to be able to obtain intelligence support about the group at any time.

As far as information about the group is concerned, Tony Stark, the owner, doesn't know as much as Pepper Potts, the part-time worker.

In the empty office, countless tiny reptiles were like ink soaking the office door, crawling into the office through small gaps.

Arriving in front of the computer, which was as tall as a mountain, countless pitch-black insects began to pile up crazily. The material state of some of the insects squeezed inside began to slowly change, from flesh and blood to metal, etched into precise circuits, and the whole became a A USB stick plugged into the computer.

The records recording Obadiah Stan's crimes began to flash, but the surface data was just a directory-like remnant of data transfer.

This computer is an internal office computer of the Stark Group. The network operates independently. The data is physically stored and cannot be hacked remotely.

The computer's encryption system is also a physical encryption, which is supported by the computer's own hardware and is independent of encryption methods outside the network. Many truly important things cannot be transmitted.

A skinny arm with two eyes and tentacles was assembled, and the computer was connected to the public network through the Stark Group network key in Pepper's hand, and Stark began to hack.

"how long it takes?"

Stark didn't speak, concentrating on controlling the 3D projection computer in front of him. After a while, he raised his head and said with confidence.

"Okay, unlock the physical lock and start transmitting data. Remember not to connect to the network, otherwise the system will self-destruct."

In the office, a faint silvery light suddenly appeared in the black USB flash drive. The skinny black arm began to press quickly, and a simple transfer icon appeared on the computer.

Not long after the computer was hacked, Obadiah, who was handling Stark Group contracts in Manhattan, received news from the computer monitoring system.

"Fake!"

That is the computer that I often use for work. Whether it is the internal information of the Stark Group or my shameful black transactions, if it is exposed, it is not as easy as going to jail.

Not caring about anything else, he smiled apologetically to the partner in front of him and explained a few words. The bald head quickly called several of his subordinates within the group.

"boss?"

"There are bugs in my office. I will send someone to check the situation immediately. If there is any accident..."

"Yes!"

In the office, when the transfer icon on the computer finished and the data was recorded, the black arm dissipated into the air.

The USB flash drive with recorded data slowly exited the socket, squirmed a few times, and turned into a wasp with a white belly, about half the length of a thumb, and flew out through the window.

Not long after the bug flew out, several gun-wielding thugs in suits had already pushed open the door. First, they quickly searched the surrounding corners for hiding people, and finally set their sights on the computer that was still running.

On the computer screen is a transmission interface that Li Xiu specially reserved without clearing it. You can even check what information was transmitted through that interface.

"Transmission authority, Pepper Potts?!"

The leading man and the others looked at each other and quickly reported the situation to Obadiah.

"It's done."

In the villa, Li Xiu, who was sitting on the sofa, opened his eyes, and several streams of light like electricity flashed through the depths.

"That's it?!"

Sitting opposite Li Xiu, Stark looked at Li Xiu with a bit of surprise. After all, the man just sat there with his eyes closed for a long time. Then he suddenly opened his eyes and said that the matter was resolved. The whole thing hadn't been done for two hours. , this also includes the time spent on the road.

"This method is nothing. We must know that there are things in this world that we don't know. Those truly ancient and great powers are still watching the arrogance and stupidity of us fools from a deeper place."

"So, is this the meaning of the Church of Fools you founded?"

"Fool? No, that is a heavier fate, that is a longer story..."

The ease of entrusting the solution is beyond everyone's imagination. After all, no one would have thought that Obadiah would openly put everything on the computer in his office. This means that the more conspicuous the place, the harder it is to notice and the more dangerous it is. The safer the place, the difficulty of finding these evidences accounts for more than 70% of the entire operation. The rest is to prepare for arrest.

Coulson needs a certain amount of time to prepare for the arrest. After all, this is not just a raid on the underground, but an arrest of an upper-class person. It can almost be regarded as a large-scale purge. After all, these things are generally They all pull up carrots and bring up a pile of mud.

He also didn't expect that Li Xiu would directly solve it by unknown means not long after he took over the commission, which also made Coulson greatly increase his vigilance against him.

Now that what Li Xiu needs to do is solved, the rest of the matter has little to do with him. At most, he can set up a scene during the arrest to prevent confusion and failure of the arrest.

When he was free all of a sudden, he was either brainwashing Stark or sunbathing and fishing.

Pepper Potts has returned to the group headquarters to handle matters. The normal operation of the entire group still requires her to be at the helm. After all, Stark, the nominal boss, has always been indifferent.

At first, Stark was busy upgrading his Mark III combat armor. Later, when he saw Li Xiu idle, he asked him to practice with him for a test. In the next few days, he was immersed in repairing and improving the armor, never mentioning the search. Li Xiu sparring.

In an ordinary sub-project R&D building in Stark Industrial Base, this is just an ordinary project in the headquarters and is extremely confidential, but there is only one person in charge, and that is Obadiah Stan. In fact, this is where he is trying to Restore the location of Stark's weapons.

The building was brightly lit, and more than a dozen experts in physics and mechanical design gathered around a strange device, discussing something with red faces.

boom!

The door to the room was violently kicked open, and Obadiah walked in with a sullen face.

"How's the progress?"

The researchers who were originally jostling each other as if they were about to take action remained silent. In the end, the oldest one stepped forward as if he was walking on thin ice.

"The overall repair and transformation of the weapon has been completed, and the weapon system has almost been transformed, but -"

"Just what?"

The bald man stood in front of a tall and ferocious war machine, his tone was low and cold, and his eyes were sinister.

The old man's body was trembling slightly. Although he was in a constant temperature environment, there was still a thin layer of cold sweat on his forehead, and he spoke cautiously.

"Our existing energy cannot support its operation at all. We have been unable to deduce the incomplete energy line, and we can't even find any ideas at all, so -"

"So it's just a toy that can't move? It's just a decoration!"

Obadiah's voice became louder and louder, and it was obvious that he was very excited now.

"I have invested so much money to give you the best environment and the best resources, not to research, but to repair and restore. Now you tell me this!"

"But this technology simply cannot be realized, and our current environment does not allow it."

The old man replied weakly, and several people behind him also showed expressions of agreement.

They are all researchers who stand at the pinnacle of modern scientific research, so they know that it is simply unrealistic to use current energy technology to drive such a small toy, unless new and efficient energy sources are discovered. But energy technology is so easy to discover, then It is the most fundamental scientific and technological innovation. So many forces in the world invest trillions and hundreds of thousands of scientific researchers every year, but they have not even made a dent.

"Not allowed!"

After hearing this answer, Obadiah suddenly seemed to be stimulated by something. He turned around and looked at the shrinking scientific researchers as if they were cannibals.

"It was in that desert that he used hammers, garbage, and those waste materials to knock out the impossibility in your mouth. You trash, now you are just imitating, using those expensive equipment to imitate, you, you say Impossible, waste! A bunch of waste!!"

In Obadiah's heart, Tony Stark is just an arrogant and rude idiot with even a little bit of talent and intelligence.

But the Stark Group's development over the past years and becoming the largest arms company in the United States are all due to his efforts and hard work.

That damn playboy just took all this as a joke! He was just getting his stuff back, his Stark Group.

"But...but, I'm not Tony Stark-"

The old scholar in white robes was determined to wipe the spittle from his face and avoid the rude and ignorant bear in front of him. Unfortunately, facing Obadiah who seemed to be crazy, he felt that it was better not to continue to stimulate him.

Not Tony Stark! You are not Tony Stark! !

Obadiah took a deep breath and raised his head, the veins on his forehead pulsing.

"Get out, everyone out!"

"Old... Boss..."

"I told you to get out!"

Obadiah roared like a demon.

"Get out, get everyone out of here!"

The people present hurriedly opened the door and ran out as if fleeing for safety, leaving only the bald man standing in front of the cold war machine with his eyes closed.

"Energy core..."

The man raised one hand and slowly touched the cold and hard shell of the machine.

Those guys have begun to investigate him, especially the woman named Pepper Potts, Tony's little secretary, who has discovered those things.

His biggest crisis in so many years has come, and there are only two ways before him now, either to give up the resistance and be captured by those people like a dead dog, or to seize the last opportunity and think of the interests of the higher-ups. , for support.

"Tony Stark——"

Obadiah almost moaned out the name that disgusted him. Now, only the playboy he looked down on, and only that thing in him could save him.

As long as you get that shiny thing, this big toy will be able to move. When the time comes, the military people will not give up on this real machine that can change the war situation. It is impossible for those people not to see its power. That is your last chance.

"Even...really taking back what's mine."

Obadiah's eyes flashed, and he made up his mind instantly. He must not give up just like this. He still had a chance, and he must seize the last chance.