Monkey King in Marvel

Homeland Strategic Defense Offensive and Logistics Agency, Manhattan Division, New York.

When Coulson and Sitwell took the underground elevator to the underground testing room and entered the precision testing room, a young white man in a white coat was standing on the edge of a three-dimensional virtual operating table in the testing room. Concentrate on studying some very complicated mechanical bodies virtualized by the three-dimensional virtual console.

"Dr. Watsonmore." Coulson saw that the doctor was so absorbed that he didn't even know they came in, so he called out.

"It's Agent Coulson and Agent Sitwell, sorry, I was just now..." Dr. Watsonmore apologized, and then pointed to the virtual machines.

"About our 'meteorite', has the detection report come out yet?"

"In fact, it was completed 5 minutes ago. If you don't come in another 5 minutes, I will send it to you." Dr. Watsonmore said, picking up a file bag from the side of the operating table.

"Our 'Meteorite', can you take us to see it?"

"Of course, here, with things in mind, the report looks more vivid."

Chick, there was a slight sound of the airlock, and a plain wall suddenly split from it.

"It's there."

Following the direction Dr. Watson Moore pointed, Coulson and Sitwell saw their 'meteorite'.

The black shape is gone forever, and what is presented is a thick cylinder, lying inside the transparent protective cover.The two ends of the cylinder are covered with a ring, and some ancient and mysterious patterns are engraved on it.

"Unexpectedly, after taking a bath for it, it looks quite dazzling." Coulson was stunned for a moment, and said.

"Indeed, when the mud sticking to it was just cleaned off, it once emitted a golden-red light, but soon these lights disappeared and became what it is now." Dr. Watsonmore said with a smile.

"It's quite artistic. In terms of shape and manufacturing process, it looks like Michelangelo's sculpture." Sitwell, who had been silent all this time, could not help but interject.

"What's on it, text?" Coulson noticed some patterns that looked like text on the cylinder.

"After investigation, it is an ancient Chinese character: Ruyi Golden Cudgel, which weighs 12 catties." Dr. Watsonmore pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said, "After we measured it, we found that its It was 22 inches in diameter, 4000 feet in length, and weighed over [-] pounds."

"Wow, I didn't expect such a small iron rod to weigh more than 1 pounds." Sitwell said in surprise.

"Iron rod? No, Agent Sitwell, this is not iron. As far as I know, the same volume of iron is not so heavy. After testing, its constituent element is a substance we don't know. That is to say , it's probably not something on Earth," Dr. Watsonmore replied, and then he cracked a little joke, "Not even the property of our federal government, although it did fall in my public waters superior."

"This iron rod, let's call it an iron rod, that so-called 'Ruyi Golden Cudgel' is too difficult to pronounce. Dr. Watson Moore, you know, we are all rough people who haven't read too much. People. Since it may not be something on the earth, why are there ancient Chinese characters engraved on it? Ancient Chinese characters are ancient Chinese characters." Coulson asked suspiciously.

"I don't know, maybe it is indeed a space-based weapon part that fell from the satellite of Huaguo." Dr. Watson Moore shrugged, saying that he was also very difficult to understand, and joked about the video uploaded to YouTube by the meteorite hunter said a word.

"This should be impossible, unless Huaguo has mastered the black technology of aliens. But I believe that even if it is mastered, it will not deliberately create such a special mysterious iron rod, and then put it on a military satellite." Science Elson said.

"Then what should we do with this, um, iron rod?" Dr. Watsonmore obviously accepted Coulson's statement.

"Store it first, maybe it won't be long before someone will come to your door."

"You mean the East?"

"Maybe, maybe not, who knows. Also, give it a number."

"What should the number be?"

"084."

"Is there any significance to this number?" Sitwell asked after walking out of the basement.

"Represents an object of unknown origin to determine if it is useful, or if it poses a threat."

Midtown Middle School.

"With my current strength, even if a golden cudgel is lying in front of me, I can't lift it. Instead of committing a crime, it's better to wait for my strength to recover, and then go to you to get it back." Eat a Big Mac , Drinking half a bottle of orange juice, Sun Wukong, who was a little hungry, thought to himself.

"Oh, our kitty turned into a lion king today, with such a big appetite, eating two Big Macs."

When Sun Wukong was about to destroy the second Big Mac, there was a contemptuous mocking sound from behind, and then he seemed to have eyes behind his back, and turned his head to the side.The big furry hand that stretched out to slap his head was suddenly emptied.

Sun Wukong stood up after avoiding the sneak attack from behind, moved the plate to the side, and sat down.

"Dear Jeremy, I didn't expect that after eating a Big Mac, I actually gained a lot of guts."

Sun Wukong saw that it was a Caucasian student who was speaking, and the corner of his mouth was raised, staring at him with a malicious expression. His eyes were slightly lowered, and he whispered: "Fleisher Thompson?"

I searched my memory and learned that this white student named Fleisher Thompson was tall and strong, and he was the captain of the school basketball team. Relying on his brute strength, he often bullied some weaker classmates in the school.Like Jeremy before, it was one of his doormats.

"How dare you call me by my name." Fleisher couldn't imagine that yesterday's doormat would turn out to be a different person today. Not only did he avoid his fly swatter like he had eyes behind his back, but he even dared to confront him in front of his own face.

"Should I call you Eugene?" Sun Wukong learned from his memory that Fleischer also had a nickname "Eugene" because he came from Eugene.It’s just that for New Yorkers, all places except New York are rural, so this nickname has the discriminatory meaning of “countryman” and “hillbilly” in it.

In the past, Jeremy was cowardly and timid, and he dared not speak up when he was bullied. The nickname "Eugene" only dared to be called once or twice when no one was around.

Under the eyes of the public, being called by his nickname by his doormat, Fleisher suddenly became angry from embarrassment.Especially unknowingly, a circle of onlookers surrounded him. Many of these onlookers were people who knew him. When they heard Monkey King call him "Eugene", they covered their mouths and laughed.

"Hey, Fleischer, do you want to bully others again?" Then just as Fleischer was about to make a move, a thin "little boy" with chestnut hair suddenly squeezed out from the onlookers, and said loudly, wanting to Stop his actions.

But what the "little boy" said didn't stop Fleischer, on the contrary, it aroused Fleischer's anger even more. He yelled at the boy: "Go away, Parker, it's none of your business, don't get in the way here, or you'll wait I cleaned him up, and you will be next."

After finishing speaking, Fleischer turned around and walked towards Monkey King, who was eating his second Big Mac at this time.

Sun Wukong saw that he was furious, like an angry bull, but he didn't even move his eyelids, so he swallowed the beef in his mouth leisurely, and took a sip of orange juice by the way.

Even the Bull Demon King, the best bull among bulls, is not afraid of him, so how could he see an ordinary person who is taller and stronger, can only use brute force, and even his head is full of muscles.Even though he is an ordinary person now, he believes that as long as he has the power to bind a chicken, he can easily knock down Fleischer, not to mention that he now has more than the power to bind a chicken.

It's just that he was a little surprised that he would meet this kind of guy in school who relied on himself to be strong and big enough, and took pleasure in bullying the weak.

According to the school's standards, the Xieyue Sanxing Cave in Fangcun Mountain, Lingtai, where I used to learn art, should also be regarded as a school.Although this school is very different from the schools on Earth, after all, the three-star hole on the oblique moon teaches immortality and supernatural powers.But in this school, brothers and sisters have always been brothers and sisters.He was a country bumpkin from the Shuilian Cave of Huaguo Mountain in the Aolai Country of Dongsheng Shenzhou, a country monster monkey, but he was not discriminated against by his brothers.

Compared to those immortal brothers, Fleischer was undoubtedly as weak as an ant.

It seems that fighting never depends on the size of strength.

"Oh--"

Amidst the exclamation of the onlookers, Fleischer strode forward and hit Monkey King with a right hook to the left cheek.

This right uppercut looked heavy and powerful to others, and it was difficult to dodge. If you get hit by it, your cheeks might be smashed.

But everyone saw that Jeremy seemed to be able to predict the enemy's opportunity. When the right uppercut was about to hit, he just took a step back lightly. He even held the glass of orange juice in his left hand without spilling a drop. When it came out, it simply disintegrated Fleischer's attack,

In Sun Wukong's eyes, Fleischer's right uppercut should have been learned from film and television works, which is specious, but painting a tiger is not an anti-dog, empty airs, powerful but useless.In fact, his dodging speed just now was not fast due to his physical condition. The reason why he could dodge calmly was because when Fleisher raised his hand to prepare to attack, he already knew Fleisher's next move.

He discussed martial arts with countless friends of immortals, Buddhas, monsters, and all walks of life, and even fought to the death with Tianting Lingshan. For tens of hundreds of years, his fighting experience can be said to be so rich that it is outrageous.How could the offensive of a mere mortal who hadn't even learned martial arts escape his discernment.

After dodging Fleischer's right uppercut, Sun Wukong decided to teach Fleischer a lesson. Although he didn't like bullying the weak, he didn't intend to do anything when the "weak" bullied him.

So Fleischer hit the air with one blow, Sun Wukong stepped up obliquely with his right foot, with his chest in his chest and back, using his body as a bow and his right hand as an arrow, he rushed towards Fleischer's abdomen with a tricky arrow punch.

If someone can "listen to the subtleties of sound", they will find that the muscles of Monkey King's whole body make a rushing sound like a tide before the arrow punches out.If someone can "see clearly", they will find that most of the strength of Sun Wukong's body is surging away from his right hand before the arrow punches out.

puff!

With a muffled sound, Sun Wukong's fist came into close contact with Fleischer's stomach, and Fleischer was about to throw his left hook just a moment ago.

But at this moment, all of Fleischer's offensives evaporated.After Sun Wukong pulled out his fist, Fleisher felt as if his intestines were broken by the punch, and he made a painful gasp sound like a shrimp, covering his stomach with his hands and bending over, slowly Slowly fell to the ground.

The power of Sun Wukong's fist is not as strong as that of Fleischer's fist, but when he gathers the strength of his whole body, his strength has far exceeded that of Fleischer's fist.

So Fleischer just got punched, and the whole person couldn't hold on and fell down.

"Hey, basketball star, big guy, your abs should be well trained, and you must be strong against blows. How does my fist taste? It tastes good?"

If it is a person who must take revenge, he may continue to add insult to injury after the big revenge has been avenged, mocking his opponent like this.

And Sun Wukong just glanced at Fleischer, then picked up the Big Mac he hadn't finished eating, and left this place of right and wrong.

"Hi!"

It's just that Sun Wukong found a seat by the side of the stadium and just sat down when he heard greetings from behind.Looking back, it was the "little boy" who wanted to stop Fleischer just now.Although the "little boy" in his eyes is a little taller and stronger than Jeremy, but there is no way, who has kept his soul alive for more than 1000 years.

"Parker?" Sun Wukong hesitated, and said, he just heard Fleischer call him "Parker", "You know me?"

"Now I know you, Peter Parker." "Parker" was a little familiar, so he sat next to Monkey King naturally.

"Jeremy Sun." Sun Wukong replied very politely, and he was happy to make friends with people who were not hostile.

"Did you use kung fu just now?" Peter Parker asked after Sun Wukong chatted with Peter Parker for a while.

"Kungfu? If you must say this, then it is." Monkey King thought for a while and replied.

"Are you from China?"

Jeremy is of Chinese descent, but he holds a green card from the United States, and his soul is from Huaguoshan, Aolai Country.Well, it's a bit complicated.The current Jeremy is a native of Huaguo Mountain in Aolai Country. It is reasonable to say that he is a native of Aolai Country, but there is no Aolai Country on earth.

If you insist on saying that you are from Aolai, it would be bad to be regarded as an alien. It is said that if an alien is caught, he will be sent to a scientific research institution for slice research.

Well, these are all sci-fi plots that Jeremy saw before, and Monkey King didn't take it seriously.

"It is."

"I guessed that you are from Huaguo, Huaguo Kung Fu, Bruce Lee, Jack Chen, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Sun Wukong admits,' Peter Parker Immediately, it seemed like the Yangtze River, talking endlessly.

What are they talking about, Sun Wukong broke into a cold sweat.This Peter Parker, based on his appearance, thought he was quiet and didn't like to move, but he didn't expect that when he opened his mouth, he was so "talkative", even more talkative than those old monks in Lingshan.

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