Marvel's Magnetic Field Turns

"Are you telling a joke? This joke is really cold."

Ivan Vanke looked at the weirdo in front of him, saying sarcastic words, but felt an inexplicable coldness in his heart. The other person was so strong that he was almost no longer human.

Even if the other party makes a "look" action, they are completely unaware of where his gaze falls. A keen martial arts master will be aware of the gaze of others, and can counterattack even in sleep. Trained killers and bodyguards It also has the same ability, but when encountering this kind of enemy, even if the other party observes himself upside down, he will not find out his ulterior motives.

Also, the man who calls himself Slade Wilson is about 1.9 meters tall, with strong muscles and a large piece of metal armor on his combat uniform. The combined weight is estimated to be about 150 kilograms, but During the few steps from the door to the TV, he did not deliberately slow down his steps. He walked like a normal person. Ivan Vanke did not hear his footsteps. He was as quiet as if the soles of his feet were felines. Like meat pads.

Moreover, those metal armors did not expand and make any sound when he moved. Their structural layout was obviously carefully designed, which not only ensured the protection of Slade Wilson's body, but also did not expose his position by making noise.

Assassin An assassin who can transform into a berserker at any time.

This is Ivan Vanke's evaluation of Slade Wilson. The opponent's equipment and training are all centered around hiding his body. Even though this guy is a muscular man, Ivan Vanke has no doubt that he will Like the best ballet dancers, use the toes of one foot to support your entire body weight.

And once the stealth fails, the thick armor will resist the enemy's attack for him, and the muscles that have been tempered can give him the power to kill all the enemies who find him.

All in all, this man was born to kill.

Ivan Vanke had a few punches on his hands. It was easy to deal with two ordinary security guards with his bare hands, and he would not even be injured. But in front of this man, he probably wouldn't be able to survive the second round.

As if he was playing with some kind of decompression toy, Slade Wilson put aside the mechanical exoskeleton device, looked back at Ivan Vanko and said: "Since you think I am joking, then continue to think so, but now my The boss is in the conference room, and I don’t want to keep him waiting too long.”

Ivan Vanke didn't say much and followed Slade Wilson out of the room and came to a large room.

Different from the spacious and bright residence arranged for him, this place is located underground. Although the ever-bright lamps illuminate everything around, the feeling of darkness and oppression is still lingering, especially the more heavy furnishings in the room. This feeling.

Because there is nothing here except for a few extraordinarily tall high-backed chairs, even the walls and the floor are in the primary color of concrete, and those chairs are directly cut from a whole piece of rock, and there is no cushion, Obviously not comfortable to sit on.

But Ivan Vanke did not find anyone sitting on these chairs, except for a refrigerator-sized device placed somewhere where the chairs should be. This machine was running, but there was no external power supply.

"Just find a chair and sit down." The machine made a mechanically synthesized voice and emitted several small blue lights, creating an image of a sitting man.

He was a very young man, cold, wise, and not influenced by emotions, just like artificial intelligence.

"Ivan Vanke, I am the boss of Consortium B. You can call me David." The young man introduced himself: "I'm sorry for taking drastic measures before, but this is relatively speaking, it will allow you to cooperate. The best way.”

Ivan Vanke did not move. It was not because he was repelling David. He simply felt that sitting on the stone chair was not as comfortable as standing. Slade Wilson seemed to know this, leaning on the chair with his arms folded, and did not sit down. It means to go up.

This gesture made Ivan Vanke realize that the guy nicknamed Deathstroke had a high status in Consortium B. He claimed to be a shareholder of this company.

"What do you need me to do?" Ivan Vanke said looking at David's virtual projection.

David waved his hand, and a design drawing appeared on the virtual screen. The thing on it was very familiar to Ivan Vanke. It was the Ark Reactor. This drawing was obviously the most original version, because there was his father in the lower right corner of the drawing. Signatures of Anton Vanko and Howard Stark.

"We are very aware of the hatred between your father and son and Stark, so it is most appropriate for you to defeat Tony Stark." David said with a smile.

Enduring the other party's very uncomfortable expression, Ivan Vanke sneered: "Did you kidnap our father and son to the United States just to help us get revenge?"

"No, no, no, it's my idea to deal with Tony Stark, but the best person to complete this idea is you and your son, to be precise, you are young and strong." David smiled stiffly and said: "At least We have the same goal, don’t we?”

After frowning and thinking for a while, Ivan Vanke did not directly agree to David's request, but said: "Can you stop using this fake face? It makes me feel uncomfortable."

Psychology is a very profound science, many of which are instincts written into DNA during human evolution. For example, people have a natural fear of snakes. People can instantly identify snakes in more than 40 side-by-side photos. for the protagonist.

David's face is extremely close to human, with rich expressions, but it lacks something that humans should have, which fully conforms to the uncanny valley theory.

"This is the first time I've heard someone make such a request." David waved his hand, as if turning off some device, and the image that reappeared was not a young face, but a strange man wearing a purple mask.

The mask fit David's face too closely, as if it was directly glued to his skin.

Touching his face reminiscently, David said: "I used to be a very good scientist. I was appreciated by someone and secretly developed a super cannon for him, but the hostile element led his team to destroy me. The base made me a wanted man for exposing the fact that I worked for someone, so I had to wear a mask to hide my true identity."

"Later I was responsible for developing some kind of adhesive, and hostile elements discovered my laboratory again. During the battle, a whole can of adhesive was poured on my head, destroying my face and making this mask different from my own. The skin can no longer be separated.”

"Maybe it's the psychological shadow this incident has brought to me. I've never been willing to show my true face to others. You were the first to ask for it."