Marvel world code name ghost

Without the Hand and the Kingpin, two powerful gang organizations, Hell's Kitchen and even New York City as a whole have ushered in a rare period of calm.

During this time, Ron and his team were carrying out finishing work in the city and eradicating some remaining forces, which also made "Homeland" more and more famous.

Time flies by, one month has passed in the blink of an eye, and there are only less than four months before the curtain opens.

"Home" base conference hall.

"All the information I can find is here." Skye turned the computer to Ron, holding an electronic pen in her hand and poking at the screen.

"Ulysses Klaue was born into a military family. After retiring from the army, he became a mercenary and formed his own force. In a few years, he successfully stole a huge amount of vibranium in Wakanda and then sold it on the black market. For sale." The girl controlled the screen and said to her companion.

"Then where did the funds flow in the end?" Ron asked calmly while looking at the information on the screen.

"The funds ended up flowing to a Swiss bank. I tracked the other party's electronic account and found that it appeared here most frequently." As he spoke, Skye enlarged the map of Africa and marked a location on the east coast.

"Where's Max, how are you doing there?" Ron did not come to a conclusion easily, but turned to ask the electro-optical man floating in the air.

"Sir, as per your instructions, during the surveillance process, I heard Obadiah Stan mention that Crowe had appeared at the Salva Giant Pier many times."

"Salva Giant Pier" Ron looked at the satellite map and found that the place marked by the girl was exactly this place, located on the east coast of Africa.

"It's time to move." He stood up, looked at Barnes who was moving his metal arm, twisted his neck and continued, "It's time to play the role of a stowaway."

Five minutes later, the underground equipment warehouse located directly below the training ground, where the Hand ninjas once placed their ninja tools, has now become a high-tech exhibition hall, with armored suits and genetic potions brought from the Spider-Man world neatly arranged. Everything is placed inside, including the small venom trapped in a glass bottle.

Ron looked at the symbiote jumping around in the bottle, and a bold idea came to his mind.

He picked up the glass bottle, opened the cap, and was about to pour the venom into his hand, but an embarrassing scene happened.

I saw this little cutie stuck tightly to the bottom of the bottle and just wouldn't come down. It seemed that it was burned out by Ron's laser eyes.

"Well, I think you need some encouragement." He stared at the "shivering" Venom and said in a "whispering voice" while his eyes slowly turned red, with the rhythm of firing lasers whenever he disagreed.

Seeing this, in order not to be burned to ashes, the symbiote gave up. It crawled out of the bottle half-dead, fell into Ron's hand, and then slowly covered his whole body, forming a layer of blood on his body. A pure black trench coat.

Ron closed his eyes and felt the changes in his body. He felt that his strength and speed had greatly improved, but his self-healing ability did not increase much because his body was very strong.

It is worth mentioning that the venom did not affect or distort his character, nor did it perform a mental attack. Instead, it made his brain clearer and more sensitive to his surroundings.

"Isn't this the spider sense?" Ron felt the dust in the air, the air flow in the atmosphere, and the flapping of the wings of flying insects in the corner. He felt very strange.

"Is this the world that Spider-Man perceives? It's really interesting." He looked down at the symbiote clothes and sarcastically said with a smile, "So you are also a bully and afraid of the strong. Why are you not crazy now?"

I'm crazy about you#

Venom cowered and said nothing on the surface, but in his heart he shouted "Knock on the mother".

"Are you sure you're fine now?" Barnes stared at Ron's expression closely and raised the p229 in his hand slightly. He looked like he would shoot without hesitation if anything unusual happened.

"Relax, it won't affect me." Ron grabbed the symbiote fabric on his chest, pulled it out to a length of ten centimeters, and then suddenly let go, and the venom bounced back with a "pop".

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Looking at his companions having fun in front of him, the Winter Soldier walked aside expressionlessly and began to check various guns and ammunition and put them into his bag.

Not long after, the two packed up their equipment, walked out of the equipment warehouse, and, under the leadership of Skye, left New York on a private plane and headed for the Salwa Giant Wharf in Africa.

One day later, Crowe's vibranium factory "Churchill Britannia" was on board.

The closed cabin was extremely hot due to the flames in the steel-making furnace. Workers with upper body shirts were refining the hardest metal in the world in this small space.

In the main control room on the second floor of the cabin, Ulysses Klaue was lying leisurely on the boss's chair, eating candy on the plate, and said to the person on the other side of the phone in a rough voice:

"Dear Mr. Obadiah, our cooperation is of course effective, provided you can deal with your Mr. Stark first. My door is always open to you."

sizzle

A sudden loud noise came from the bottom floor, followed by a flash of sparks. All electronic equipment went offline, and the cabin became dark. The only light source was the burning flame in the steel-making furnace.

Crow hung up the phone immediately, gestured to the subordinate next to him, then picked up the pistol on the table and slowly approached the door.

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A burst of intensive gunshots suddenly rang out, and a burly figure was seen striding forward. His upper body maintained a very standard assault posture. The assault rifle in his hand was in burst firing state. Each bullet could take away a person's life.

"The enemy is attacking, the enemy is attacking."

The cabin on the bottom floor was in chaos, except for the roars and screams of the mercenaries. After a while, all the sounds gradually faded away, leaving only the sound of heavy footsteps echoing in the closed space.

"Huhu" At this time, Crowe was hiding behind the door of the main control room, holding the gold-encrusted sand eagle tightly in his hand, and peeking at the situation outside the room with his peripheral vision.

Not long after, a blurry black figure appeared in his field of vision. He wiped the sweat that was about to flow into his eyes with trembling fingers, quietly raised his pistol, and aimed at the enemy not far away.

"Serious Golden Sand Eagle" Just when he was about to pull the trigger, a sharp long knife was placed on his neck out of thin air, and at the same time, a man's joking voice came from above.

"Don't kill me don't kill me"

Crowe seemed to be frightened by the blade that appeared out of thin air and trembled. Then he slowly lowered his raised right hand and turned around slowly.

"go to hell"

Suddenly, he suddenly jumped up while turning around, swung his right arm and pointed the gun at Ron.

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"What?"

There was a flash of sword light, and Crowe suddenly felt numbness in his right arm, followed by a sharp pain that hit the center of his brain, causing him to scream in agony.

"You have suffered such a fate of losing your arm." Looking at the mercenary leader who was rolling on the ground in pain, Ron kicked his severed hand aside and then squatted in front of him and teased.

"I'll give you whatever you want. Vibranium is all yours." Crow held the bleeding wound and shouted incoherently.

"Ah, of course I will take the vibranium, but what's more important is you."

"What?" The underground arms dealer asked in fear as he looked at the mysterious man wearing a black mask and holding a long knife in front of him.

"How do you say it? You said I gave you as a gift to the king of Wakanda, what do you think?" Ron patted the other person's shoulder with the blade of his knife, with a "kind" smile on his handsome face behind the mask.

Of course I don't think so

Crow glanced at the sharp blade that flashed by his face from time to time, and swallowed painfully. Just as he was about to say something, he saw the other person raised the long knife and slashed at him fiercely.

"Spare my life"

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There was a crisp sound, and the alloy knife handle came into close contact with the bearded man's forehead. Crowe rolled his eyes and passed out.

"How to deal with his wounds?" Barnes' calm voice came from the door of the main control room.

"Well, you can handle it." Ron looked at the Winter Soldier standing aside, then at the unconscious "gift" on the ground, and then said confidently after pondering for a moment.

"I knew it." Barnes rolled his eyes, stepped forward and carried the man on the ground on his shoulders, then came to his companions and left the cabin together with no survivors.