Marvel world code name ghost

At night in New York, the light fades and evil gradually awakens.

Harlem, after a long period of recovery and with the help of the government, finally broke free from the aftermath of the Hulk War and the New York War and got back on track.

But the so-called getting back on track is just a return to the chaotic situation of the previous gang disputes.

It is worth mentioning that, as one of the two neighborhoods with the worst security in New York, since the establishment of the "Home" base, the crime rate in Hell's Kitchen has plummeted, and it has become the safest place in the United States.

In contrast, Harlem, another dark area, was not so lucky. Also due to the presence of Ron and the others, more and more gangsters came here from Hell's Kitchen, including the Irish, the Yakuza, and the Russians. The remaining forces such as the Mafia have re-established their own power here and triggered conflicts of various sizes with local gangs.

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"Where the hell is he?"

"Kill him, bastard!"

Inside a shabby-looking wine shop, on the well-camouflaged underground floor, bullets were flying, continuous gunshots and miserable screams could be heard.

The originally luxurious underground drug trading place is now in a mess. Explosive firelights can be seen everywhere piercing the dim space. Under the dazzling gun flames, a tall figure flips and jumps like a civet. Every time he pauses, a few people are left behind. A cold corpse.

Before long, all the noise gradually disappeared, leaving only scattered moans.

"Bastard." A bald black man collapsed on the edge of the sofa with his face covered in blood. He squirmed with his broken body and tried hard to touch the pistol that was close at hand but seemed far away. His eyes became more and more serious due to excessive blood loss. Scattered.

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Just when he was about to pick up the weapon, a pair of dark belleville 220 military boots appeared in front of the unlucky guy and stepped hard on his forearm that he was trying to straighten.

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"Ah" followed by a horrifying sound of bone cracking, the gangsters let out a shrill scream, and mung bean-sized cold sweat rolled down their faces, making their already dark faces even more shiny.

"Who are you?" He tried his best to look up, but his vision was blocked by the blood on his face, and his vision was blurry. He could only vaguely see a huge, pale and ferocious skull.

"I" responded with a slightly hoarse and gloomy voice, without any emotion, like the raging north wind in the cold winter, "I am the Avenger born in that shooting a few years ago."

In the devastated secret base of the gang, the tall figure stood silently among the corpses scattered everywhere, like a lonely god of death.

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"Welcome to the morning news. Last night at 11:37, a horrific massacre occurred at the Angel Bar on 135th Street in Harlem. No one was spared."

"According to investigation, all the deceased were former Irish gang members. At present, no organization or individual has been responsible for this incident."

In the "Home" base, Ron and Skye were sitting at the dining table, eating a sumptuous breakfast while watching the news on the TV in front of them.

"Sir, do you want me to handle it?" A burst of lightning flashed, and Max appeared in mid-air and asked seriously.

"Don't worry about it yet." Ron took the tuna sandwich prepared by his girlfriend and just put it to his mouth to take a bite. Something suddenly occurred to him and he immediately changed his words, "I remember Luke's office is right next to Harlem. Well, that’s their territory, let them deal with it.”

"Okay, I'll inform them." The electro-optical man nodded slightly, then turned into several currents and disappeared into the socket.

"Who do you think it could be?" Skye wiped his greasy hands and asked casually as he watched the "Smurf" disappear.

"Gang fight, personal grudge." Ron finished drinking the freshly squeezed juice in his hand, wiped his mouth slowly, and said in a calm tone, "There are no clues at the moment, anything is possible."

"This city is really restless for a day." The girl smacked her cheeks and stirred the coffee in her cup out of boredom.

"Where's Barnes?" No longer thinking about what happened before, Ron looked around and a tall figure appeared in his mind.

"Seriously, I'm right in front of you, but you're thinking about someone else, a man." Skye curled her lips, then looked at her boyfriend's slightly helpless eyes, and finally replied, "That robot went to visit the history museum. .”

"Smithsonian Museum" Hearing his girlfriend's words, Ron was startled, "So he went to remember the past again."

"After all, I'm older, and I always like to reminisce about the past." The girl smiled and joked leisurely.

"Matt is still playing his role-playing game."

"Well, after all this time, this nocturnal creature still likes to come out at night."

Such leisurely mornings were rare, so Ron and Skye still cherished this rare time.

However, the good times did not last long. When Athena's voice echoed from the empty restaurant, the young lovers knew that there was something to deal with again.

"Sir, Agent Coulson from SHIELD is here for a visit."

"I heard that you disappeared for a while. Can you tell me where you went?"

In the elegantly decorated living room, Phil looked at the oriental man in front of him with his signature gentle smile on his face.

"No."

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"Haha" looking at the confused expression of the senior agent, Ron smiled as if the prank had succeeded, "It's nothing, just dealing with some personal issues."

"You have been stealing the show recently, and some big shots above have some opinions about you."

"So, you are here to ask questions. If I remember correctly, I don't seem to be affiliated with SHIELD." Hearing the questioning meaning in the other party's words, Ron narrowed his eyes, but there was a smile on his lips. Not reduced.

"Just a brief understanding of the situation. After all, we have to consider the safety of this world."

Perhaps feeling that the atmosphere was gradually becoming a little subtle, Coulson rubbed his hands and his tone became more kind, obviously trying to dispel the other person's wariness.

"Don't blame me." Ron rolled his eyes, showing that he was not interested in what he said. "Ask, but I can't answer every question. Be prepared to gain nothing."

"Can you tell me about the aliens who invaded London? Do they have anything to do with Thor?" Facing Ron's warning, Coulson didn't care and asked straight to the point.

"That is a very ancient race called dark elves. Strictly speaking, it comes from the nine kingdoms." Ron leaned on the sofa, crossed his legs, and explained boredly, "As for the relationship with Asgard , it’s obviously an enemy relationship.”

"Do you know anything about the unity of the nine kingdoms?" Agent Phil took a sip of the tea prepared for him and asked his second question.

"I don't know much about this. You should ask professionals, such as Dr. Eric, about this kind of thing."

"We have visited him, but his condition is still not very good. It may be a sequelae of the New York War. We have also arranged for him to have the highest psychiatrist."

"Then there's nothing I can do. After all, I don't know anything about astronomy." After hearing the other party's answer, Ron shrugged, indicating that he was helpless.

"Last question, can you tell me about your new ability?" Colson thought for a moment, but chose to ask this question.

"Ha, this is the ultimate purpose of your coming here, right?"

"You know, we need to report and evaluate super humans like you. This is our responsibility." Facing the other party's teasing smile, the senior S.H.I.E.L.D. agent nodded candidly.

"It's not a special ability, just simple mind control."

As he spoke, Ron waved his hand, and a few strands of energy like golden ribbons slowly emerged, and then the tea in the cup rose into the sky, like a dream.

Of course he would not tell the details of the Phoenix Force. Only a fool would tell all his cards to someone who is not close to him, even though this person is more trustworthy.

After experiencing several battles, Ron deeply realized that the more unknown cards in his hand, the greater his winning rate.

In other words, he enjoys the thrill of winning by surprise.