Marvel in Cyclops

Philip didn't know what happened just now. He only knew that he saw a red light full of love, and then he felt a strong force hit his face, as if someone had punched him with all his strength. .biquge

He thought he was dead after falling off a tall building, but thinking that he could finally be freed, he even dropped the weapon in his hand while he was still in the air.

What I didn't expect was that an air cushion was set up downstairs at some point.

He survived, but before he could react, a burly man who rushed up punched him again, and then he lost consciousness as soon as he rolled his eyes.

At the same time, a head wearing special goggles poked out from the top of the building, expressing condolences for his tragic experience.

Scott stood up from the rooftop and looked at the little girl who began to cry bitterly after being taken away by the special forces team. He couldn't help but wonder whether it would be better to let the child stay in Phillip's hands.

But no matter what, his mission this time is considered completed.

"Brother, that move you just made was really cool. Is that red laser a special weapon you put on your glasses?" At this moment, the captain of the special forces team came over and looked at Scott curiously. Special goggles.

Because Scott's movements just now were too fast, no one could see what he did.

I only noticed that he seemed to touch the frame and then fired a precise laser beam.

"Excuse me, are you..." Scott looked at the other person's angular face, always feeling a little inexplicably familiar.

"Brock Rumlow, captain of the special operations team." The man extended a friendly hand.

Scott's movements were slightly stiff for a moment, and then he shook hands with the other party politely.

"Scott Summers, I believe you must have heard many legends about me."

"Yeah, you are an expert in negotiation, but I have to say that you are still very professional. For a moment just now, I almost thought he was going to give up resistance. I can only say that it is a pity." Rumlow's eyes remained fixed. Staring at Scott's goggles, even though he knew he couldn't see the eyes behind the lenses, he was just curious about the person in front of him.

"It's really a pity, so I'm in a bad mood right now. Please forgive me for being a frustrated young man who wants to calm down alone. I'm glad to meet you Rumlow. We'll chat next time we have a chance." Scott He showed a very forced smile, turned around and left.

Looking at Scott's leaving back, an inexplicable light flashed in Rumlow's eyes.

As soon as he walked out of the building, Scott saw Colson with a gloomy face.

"I tried my best, but he refused to cooperate, so I had to take some special measures." Scott knew that Coulson was here to ask questions, and shrugged helplessly.

"Then I should really thank you for using only one gear on his behalf, otherwise he would have been shot in the head instead of flying." Colson pulled Scott aside.

"Scott, I remember both the commander and I mentioned to you that you should never use your abilities unless absolutely necessary. Do you know what you just did?"

"I know, but what does it matter? In the eyes of others, I am just a black technology." Scott smiled disapprovingly.

"Okay, if you have this time to keep an eye on me, why not seriously look for the playboy who disappeared in the Middle East." Scott tilted his head mischievously, and then ignored Colson's increasingly livid face and stepped on His motorcycle sped away.

Today is really an interesting day.

Scott thought of the people and things he saw today, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Scott was not originally from this world. In his previous life, he was a fledgling negotiator.

He never expected that his first negotiation mission would not go smoothly. Someone suddenly opened fire and injured the hostage, causing the gangster who was not very calm to begin with to go on a rampage. Then he died on the spot.

Before he lost consciousness, he didn't know whether it was an accident caused by a fire or someone did it deliberately.

When he opened his eyes again, he turned into a white young man, Scott Summers, the youngest son of Hunter Summers, a well-known rich man from Manhattan Island across the ocean, who had just graduated from college.

Coincidentally, Scott was originally a genius who liked to negotiate. After graduating from the police academy, he planned to become a negotiator.

Scott just changed the world and continued his career in his previous life.

Originally, this was not a big deal. With similar lives and different environments, it seemed good to have the opportunity to experience exotic customs.

It wasn't until he discovered that there was actually Captain America and Stark Industries in this world that he realized that this was actually the world of Marvel.

After learning this fact, Scott couldn't help but feel a little desperate.

You want a talkative king to negotiate in a world where there is no competition if you can take action? I'm afraid you are giving me a hard time, Fat Tiger.

You must know that there is a very interesting joke in the Marvel world, that is, SHIELD never negotiates.

Then Scott's first negotiation scene after graduation was actually a scene involving SHIELD.

What's even worse is that he was too nervous and broke up with the gangster, causing the gangster to run wild on the spot and cause a violent explosion.

Scott thought he would die again, but he didn't expect that not only did he not die, he also awakened a golden finger, which was the talent of the famous cross-men Cyclops.

Since this Marvel world is a world without mutants, Scott is not worried about running into others.

But the ability he awakened is a bit useless.

He couldn't control the switch at all, and he would cause destruction everywhere as long as he opened his eyes. It can be said that if his rich father hadn't had a strong background, he would have been captured by the madmen of S.H.I.E.L.D. and sliced ​​up for research.

Fortunately, he later relied on his extraordinary eloquence to convince Nick Fury to make himself a pair of special goggles to conceal his abilities. The price he had to pay was that he had to be on call when SHIELD had a mission. Available.

It was also from then on that he began his legendary career as a negotiator.

"I swear I didn't mean to break up the conversation. It's because their mental capacity is so poor that I have nothing to lose." Scott would often say this.

Before he knew it, Scott returned to his current residence, an independent rental apartment.

Located in a prosperous neighborhood in the center of New York City, it is one of the many properties under his father's name.

It is now Scott's private cabin.

In the past, Scott had always refrained from using his abilities, but today he used them not because of a whim, but because of the news he saw in the morning.

The famous playboy Tony Stark was attacked while displaying Stark Industries weapons in the Middle East, and his whereabouts are still unknown.

Others may think this is just a simple kidnapping incident, but Scott knows that the story of the Marvel Universe is about to officially begin.

Opening the door of the private cabin, Scott walked into the familiar room.

However, the moment he closed the door, he suddenly turned around and put his hand on the edge of the frame, aiming at the blurry black figure in the room.

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