Marvel turns into Iron Man

With restrictions on freedom and information flow, Trevor had no idea what Killian was doing with his portrait.

Miss Stark looked at the poor old thing with pity.

I'm afraid, he will never think of what will happen after this.

However, things here are over, so there is no need to worry any more.

"Go to some people to seal those frozen Extremis into the containment device carried on the vehicle."'

"There will be a convoy of convoys to send these desperate fighters to our biological research institute."

"Others dispersed to ensure the safety of the environment in the manor."

"Our logistics team and expert team will arrive in 10 minutes."

As the leader with the highest authority on the scene, Miss Stark naturally took over the job of giving orders.

"What are you doing in a daze, see if I'm useful, those people can jump into prison by themselves or something!"

All the players present were members of Rumlow, and they were also agents of Hydra.

They looked at their boss in a daze, but what they got was a loud roar from their boss.

Lang Muluo was also a little speechless. He knew what his subordinates were wondering about, but he couldn't just do it like this.

"After the backup arrives, there will be a group of people from the National Security Bureau."

"Before they come, make sure we take whatever useful things we can from here."

"Let the expert team forge a special batch of [evidence] as quickly as possible and hand it over to the National Security Agency."

"By the way, let's go see if those ordinary people are still alive."

"If there are, it's best to find a few survivors and hand them over to them."

Miss Stark looked at Trevor standing beside her, and kicked him lightly.

"And this old boy, also handed over to the National Security Bureau."

All these orders are just for a transaction before departure.

S.H.I.E.L.D. is not suitable to come forward easily, and there is no need to take this [Mandalin] away.

What Nick Fury wants is just those frozen Extremis soldiers.

For these semi-finished Extremis, Nick Fury will slice them up after this or what.

All this has nothing to do with Miss Stark herself.

And this Trevor Slater was paid by the National Security Agency to take care of the finishing work.

The National Security Agency was like a headless fly in the [Mandarin] incident.

For this terrorist organization that appeared rashly, they were completely at a loss.

Mr. President has brought the director of the National Security Agency to Congress more than once to criticize their ability to handle affairs.

Miss Stark found the Mr. Director and had a good talk.

S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't plan to dispatch extra manpower to take care of the ending of the incident.

The National Security Agency can be responsible for carrying the scapegoat after the S.H.I.E.L.D.

"But really, is it necessary to give credit to them?"

It can be seen that Lang Mulow doesn't seem to be too interested in the National Security Agency.

"Just a drama actor, not some jackal."

"Do you still want to throw these people into our own prison to take up space?"

Miss Stark gave Brother Rumlow a look of contempt, as if doubting his IQ.

"I get it... I get it, the people above you always do that."

Lang Muluo shrugged helplessly.

As the leader of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Quick Response Team [-].

He has also seen a lot of filth among the upper-level leaders.

In fact, there are not so many colorful things in the tasks of field agents.

He habitually gets mission instructions and executes them.

But this doesn't mean that Lang Muluo can't understand those things at all.

On the contrary, he actually has a set of beams for those things in his heart.

After assigning the task, Miss Stark no longer intends to stay here.

However, it was only then that she noticed the green figure sitting on the other side of the steps.

"How did our colonel hide, um, a big hero~"

She walked over slowly with light steps, joking with Rhodes in a frivolous tone.

Colonel James Rhodes was sitting on the steps wrapped in a large dark green blanket.

It seems that Brother Rhodes is a little too depressed.

"I heard you were put in by a woman?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, little brother, your skills are not good enough."

"Why don't you find some better girls for you, sister, and help you train well."

"The province is wearing a steel armor and it was thrown to the ground."

Seeing Rhodes' embarrassing look, Miss Stark showed a sly smile on her face.

They are all acquaintances for many years, and Miss Stark made dirty jokes without burden.

"Sorry, Toni, I failed to protect my Iron Patriots, they took them away."

For Miss Stark's teasing, Rhodes' face was even more embarrassed.

It can't be said that fighting geese all day long was finally pecked by geese, but the Iron Armor is really tricky against the Extremis virus.

"Well, it's okay, I know."

"I'm sorry about that... you said you knew???"

Contrary to Rhodes' astonishment.

Miss Stark just shook her head disapprovingly.

"How do you think someone can activate my armor without my permission?"

With her eyes slightly closed, she didn't think her old friend would fail to guess the meaning hidden in her words.

"You said... your permission?!"

Rhodes is not a single-celled organism, so naturally he quickly figured out what she meant.

"Do you know the result of sending that kind of thing to terrorists?!"

"Can you imagine how many people will die while protecting their armor of steel!"

"Do you know that your behavior is indistinguishable from murder!!!"

After the shock, Rhodes became inexplicably agitated.

He threw away the blanket wrapped around him, stepped forward and grabbed Miss Stark by the collar, growling loudly.

"Sir, do you need help?"

The agent closest to him immediately took out his gun and pointed it at the colonel they rescued by themselves.

Whether it's friend or foe, as a competent SHIELD agent, you can't let your leader fall into crisis.

It wasn't until this moment that Rhodes realized that his behavior was a bit excessive, and immediately let go of his hand.

"It's nothing, go and do your work."

Miss Stark turned her head and smiled at the agent who took out the gun, and waved.

Then he once again set his gaze on Colonel Rhodes in front of him.

"This is just a short-term emotional transfer after the failure, it's nothing, Rhodes."

"But then again, we've always been friends.

"So, I know you better than yourself, Rhodes."

"By the way, have you really understood me?"

PS:

Ah.......The National Style Essay Call for Papers is open

But my mother-in-law Fengshen is not ready yet

Forget it, will you participate or not?