The days when I was making trouble in American comics

The sun is about to set.

Standing in the top-floor office of the Stark Industries Building, Tony's mood was visibly bad. Standing here, he could feel that the satisfaction of the world surrendering to him was gone.

Today, he had an unexpectedly busy day.

After spending a lot of effort to reduce the impact of the matter, he also participated in the board meeting held by his uncle Obadiah and tried his best to make the major shareholders and directors believe that it was false.

But it's hard to recover. Before the Wall Street Stock Exchange closed this afternoon, Stark Industries' stock had begun to dive, and its market value had evaporated more than five billion US dollars like a bubble.

Among them are the inappropriate remarks of "Tony Stark" and the reasons why other financial giants enter the market to eat fat.

All in all, Stark Industries suffered heavy losses.

"Tony..." Pepper shouted worriedly. She was afraid that Tony would be directly defeated by this blow.

"It's okay, Pepper, thank you. You should go home first. I want to be alone."

Stepping forward to hug Pepper, Tony showed his signature evil smile and said frankly.

Wait until Pepper leaves.

"Jarvis, can you find any personal information that man left behind?"

"I'm sorry, sir, I can't do that."

Listening to the artificial intelligence's answer, Tony hammered the railing angrily, then slumped down on the table.

"Sir, you have visitors."

At this moment, Jarvis spoke up.

"Come in."

This made Tony sit up straight and cross his legs, as if he was back to his former high spirits.

"Excuse me, Mr. Tony Stark. We are staff of the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency. I am Maria Hill."

"I'm Phil Coulson."

A beautiful-looking woman wearing a black sportswear walked in, followed by a man in a suit and leather shoes.

"What are you doing? I'm not in the mood or have the time to talk about trivial matters with you right now."

Tony put his hands on the table, raised his eyebrows, and said a long list of things. They were just a group of shady agents.

"Mr. Stark, according to our investigation, the 'you' during the morning press conference may have been impersonated. Can you let us access all the surveillance inside and outside the Stark Industrial Building?"

Agent Hill said resolutely that this mission was led by her and Coulson was assisted.

"Walter?! I don't care how you know it, but my answer is 'no'."

Tony squinted his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Mr. Stark, I believe that people from the CIA will come to ask about the situation later. I heard that Mark Speight is not an easy character to deal with. Why don't you cooperate with us so that the CIA will not bother you again."

"is it?"

Tony showed a noncommittal expression and stretched out his hand to show off.

"Mr. Stark, this is a fact. Your actions have caused turmoil. No one wants this society to remain bad." Coulson continued.

"Besides, you must also want to catch that guy. The world is not as simple as people think. Maybe you should understand what I mean."

Coulson's words made Tony instantly think of the scene in Harlem that day like a movie roller coaster, the Black Giant, the Hulk, the dragon-shaped monster?

The expression on Tony's face changed, and after a moment he said,

"Fake! You can see for yourselves. He came in with a military pass. He looked like General Ross at first. Then he went into the toilet and turned into Happy. Then he entered the office. It just became me, and I ended up being a black reporter going out with the media.”

"This is definitely a terrorist. I have already imagined that he might become the president entering the white room and making nonsense!"

Tony had asked Jarvis to pull up the surveillance video and watch it several times, but he was not sure of this person's true identity and purpose.

Especially this guy finally entered the Fisk Building, which is Kingpin's territory. Who can go there to adjust the surveillance.

The super strong anti-reconnaissance awareness coupled with this skin-changing operation is like a drop of water flowing into the sea, which is impossible to distinguish.

Hill and Coulson looked at each other after watching the video, because whether it was in terms of demeanor or details, Jaqen H'ghar had perfectly integrated into his identity, with almost no flaws. It's no wonder that everyone was fooled.

……

At the same time, in a secret base somewhere in New Mexico.

A male researcher in a white coat was looking at Tony Stark who was making a secondary statement on the TV without saying a word.

After watching the news, he turned off the TV, shook his hand and threw a dart towards the wall.

There was a muffled sound, and the dart hit the bullseye, and a picture of Tony Stark was posted on the target.

Tuk Tuk!

"Dr. Killian, we are about to succeed. The body data of an experimental subject two days after injection are still normal! This will be a century-old discovery! Amputated limbs can be reborn. God, we may be able to get next year's Nobel Prize." Bell Prize in Physiology and Medicine!”

There was a knock on the door, a door open, and Dr. Maya Hansen's voice almost all at once.

"Maybe, let's go and have a look." Adridge smiled, but their accumulated failures from two years ago to now have made him a little numb, and he is still not very optimistic about their success this time.

However, there is still hope. Adridge will always remember the embarrassing scene when he was ignored by his idol Tony Stark at the Swedish Science and Technology Expo. For the past seven or eight years, he has been trying to prove that his research results are no worse than Tony.

However, as another human torch burned and exploded, the base's alarm sounded.

Adridge knew they had failed again.

Maya Hansen was annoyed for a moment, this plot had been refined over time, and silence followed.

"Dr. Killian?" Suddenly, a magnetic voice broke the silence.

"Who are you? Where are the guards?!"

Adrich turned around and replied, but then he thought about how the other party got here through the tight guards, and exclaimed.

"My dear, Bondarev, comes from Umbrella Company. It's an honor to meet you two."

A middle-aged man in a suit and tie stood in front of the two of them with a suitcase, stretched out his hand and handed out a business card. He seemed to have an aura that was a mixture of military and aristocratic, and he had a convincing power when he spoke. .

"Bondarev? Umbrella Corporation?"

Adridge was a little confused and unheard of.

"Yes, I know that you two have done a lot of research on biology and genes, but have yet to produce results, so I am here to help. I have also brought you a new topic - Compound No. 5."

"Walter? Is that you?"

Adridge looked at Maya Hansen angrily, thinking she was the one who leaked the news.

"Maybe you should be more honest, Dr. Killian. You know, this is the greatest power."

Huge power came from Bondarev's arm, and his eyes began to radiate a destructive light. When he turned his head, a blazing ray cut open the bulletproof glass and the wall.

There was a burning smell in the air.

"Hou Li Crab! Fa, Fa Ke! What are you going to do?"

This scene reminded Killian of Superman in the comics, the god on earth. He immediately panicked. Is this an alien invasion of the earth? !

While Dr. Maya Hansen was frightened, her eyes were even more brilliant. Bondarev's mystery, perfection and power perfectly fit her fantasy of a breeding partner.

This feeling was even stronger than when she saw a high-spirited Tony Stark at Century Fair.