Iron Altman passing by Marvel

New York City, Queens.

As the second largest administrative district in New York, Queens is known for its diverse population.

It attracts young people from all over the world who are pursuing their ideals, whether they are Asian, Latino, African, or Indian.

They traveled thousands of miles to come here and live a luxurious life.

New York weaves dreams for them, and everyone firmly believes that they will be the trendsetters leading the next era, just like a famous playboy.

They lived with sweat and sweat until their pride and dignity were crushed to pieces by the cruel reality, burning out the last ounce of light and heat in their lives.

This is also the ending that New York has written for them. The sweet and tempting Big Apple City has always been built on the white bones of countless exploited people.

Of course, prosperity inevitably breeds evil.

As the commercial center of the United States, the pus hidden underneath is equally shocking when you tear off the shiny exterior.

Street robbery, tobacco and marijuana, gang fighting

All in all, a seasoned New Yorker would never wander around aimlessly outside after dark.

Day and night are like two distinct lines that define the two sides of the city of New York.

No one knows how many unknown ugliness are hidden under the calm and even slightly ambiguous night.

At midnight, in the Port of Laredo, there is a factory that has been abandoned for several years.

The rusty iron door was roughly pried open from the outside, and a figure covered in a black raincoat stood in front of the door.

As if he had discovered something, the visitor lowered his head and picked up a broken chain from the ground.

The forearm-thick cast iron chain had smooth and smooth fractures. It was bitingly cold to the touch, and a thin layer of white frost could still be seen. This was undoubtedly a very incredible thing in the hot summer.

"So you're hiding here."

With an unpredictable chuckle at the corner of his mouth, the figure under the raincoat casually dropped the chain lock, opened the door and walked straight into the factory.

Entering the house, the view suddenly dimmed a lot.

Fortunately, it rained heavily not long ago. The roof, which had been in disrepair for many years, obviously could not stop the penetration of rainwater.

A few shallow puddles on the uneven ground refracted the moonlight coming in from the window, barely illuminating the way forward.

The young man walked slowly along the corridor, and the sound of regular footsteps echoed in the empty factory building, which indeed had the atmosphere of a horror movie.

But this trip seemed destined to be disappointing. After walking around the area, I couldn't find a trace of a mouse, let alone a human figure.

Returning to the factory door, he was about to leave without finding anything.

The peepers on the rafters breathed a sigh of relief, and just as they were about to look away, they unexpectedly heard faint words coming from behind them:

"Got you."

Every pore was frantically sending out warnings. The peeper lowered his head and jumped from the rafter almost without thinking, while the howling wind behind him almost brushed his scalp.

Wasn't he still at the door just now? And when did he come behind me?

The black shadow fell heavily on the ground, and the human body that was originally used to hide his identity was also slashed with a crack from the top of his head.

The moonlight shines from the skylight, showing the original posture of the spy

It has ocher-red eyes like lightbulbs, and its long and narrow mouthparts are like long sharp needles. The places where the hands should be are replaced by a pair of huge and strong lobster claws. There are large pieces of black and yellow armor all over the body. Just look at it. At a glance, there is a sense of chaos, frenzy and fear.

"As expected, it's you, Baltan."

After revealing the identity of the alien visitor, the other party unhurriedly opened his hood, revealing a handsome face like a marble statue.

"Who are you and how do you know my origins?"

After looking around warily and noticing that there was no sign of outsiders nearby, the Baltan man breathed a sigh of relief.

He has not forgotten that when he piloted the spacecraft to make an emergency landing on the earth, he vaguely felt the dangerous aura of the spell caster.

Temporarily losing the ability to transform, if he hadn't suddenly found an unlucky guy and replaced that person's identity, he might have been made into spicy crayfish by now.

Although he has to change his identity every three to five days, as long as he can escape from the eyes of the guardian of the earth, he is lucky enough.

But now, it seems that someone has mastered some method of seeing through his true identity. In order to avoid being prematurely exposed to the sight of the Supreme Mage, today, no matter what, he cannot be allowed to walk out of this door alive.

The Baltan people's gaze gradually became dangerous.

"I'm just an ordinary scientist."

Seeing that the sneak attack failed, the young man simply stopped pretending, jumped down from the five-meter-high roof beam, and walked steadily towards the Baltans.

“The word scientist reminds me of some unpleasant experiences.”

By distracting the other party's attention while speaking, the Baltan suddenly raised his pincers, and two freezing rays of light shot straight into the young man's chest.

"Sneak attack when there is a disagreement, it is really the usual style of you cosmic people."

Already in a place, sideways to avoid the light coming from the Baltans, the young man sneered and moved his wrist, as if he had completely forgotten that it was him who had just failed in the sneak attack.

"It just so happens that my new equipment has just been developed and has not been officially put into actual combat applications. Please do a performance test for me first."

The silver-white metal wristband was exposed from the sleeves, and with a slight sound of mechanical friction, it quickly extended to the young man's elbow.

The devices at both ends of the metal arm guard each extended outward a short distance, and then a blue light blade illuminated the Baltan alien's field of vision.

"Spiceium Material, damn it, what is your relationship with those guys from the Kingdom of Light?"

Feeling the threat instinctively, the Baltan star's face suddenly became extremely ugly. He was about to ask but was suddenly interrupted.

The person in front of him didn't seem to have the intention to talk to him. He bent his legs slightly, and the instantaneous explosive force blasted a shallow crater on the hard cement floor. With the rebound force, he flew towards the Baltans like an arrow from a string.

Teleporting and narrowly dodging the Specium Light Blade that was slicing towards his head, the Lobster Star was so frightened that he quickly raised his pincers to fight back.

Red light flashed, but the extremely low temperature that had always been unfavorable in the past was defeated this time by the Specium material.

Just stretching out his arm armor to block the incoming freezing light, the young man kicked with speed without losing speed, heading straight for the wide open door in front of the space visitor's chest.

"Since you refuse to tell, then take those secrets and bury them with the Kingdom of Light."

The body was intertwined between reality and reality, dodging the opponent's powerful and heavy flying kick. The Baltan star smiled ferociously and raised his right pincer to point directly at the opponent's head.

With one kick in the air, the young man decisively turned around to avoid the giant pincer that was coming. At the same time, his right arm struck the armor on the shoulder of the cosmonaut like a falling cherry ax.

The flesh collided with the Baltan's hard body with a dull sound. The space visitor screamed and took several steps back, with a large dent in the area where it was hit.

"No, people on earth don't have such great power. This annoying feeling comes from those damn Ultra warriors from the Kingdom of Light."

The Baltan star suddenly looked extremely ugly.

"No, it's impossible. I watched the Ultra Star being destroyed with my own eyes. No one can escape from that desperate situation."

"Who are you? You shouldn't be here."

As if they had discovered something incredible, the Baltans let out a horrified cry like the chirping of cicadas.