Iron Altman passing by Marvel

"Good morning, Mr. Hammer."

"Director Hammer, there is a document here that needs your signature."

"Doctor, the experimental data you requested previously have been sorted and placed on the table."

The next morning, when Bruce walked into the R&D center on the 10th floor of the Hammer Industrial Building, he could always hear the enthusiastic greetings of scientific researchers along the way.

As paratroopers in the department, at first everyone was quite critical of this boss who suddenly appeared, thinking that it was the boss's son who devolved the grassroots to gold plating. Even some shareholders secretly conveyed their dissatisfaction to Justin.

But soon, Bruce proved with practical actions that MIT’s youngest dual-degree Ph.D. is indeed qualified to enjoy such an honor.

Photon pulse rifle and battlefield emergency medical robot, two large orders from the military quickly established the youth's prestige.

Especially after the two people involved in factional fighting were expelled against all opinions, the working atmosphere of the entire research center could not help but become somber.

"Everyone go about their own business."

Nodding to indicate to everyone, Bruce continued walking towards his office.

Opening the door and looking at the thick pile of documents on the table, the young man raised his eyebrows.

Previously, in order to familiarize himself with the distribution of power in the R&D department and to establish a smart and capable work image in front of his subordinates, for a long time he would personally take care of every detail of the operations of the relevant departments.

However, things are different now. Bruce, who has completely grasped the right to speak, has no need to be as hands-on as before.

It’s time to find a secretary to share some of the tasks, otherwise everything will be directly fed back to you, which will seriously affect your daily work efficiency.

the other side.

The Potomac River flowing through the capital, Washington, is one of the most famous rivers on the Atlantic coast of the eastern United States.

It originates from the western foothills of the Appalachian Mountains, is formed by the confluence of the North Branch River and the South Branch River, and eventually flows into the Chesapeake Bay of the Atlantic Ocean.

During the Civil War, the Potomac River once became the border between the two armies of the Civil War. From in front of the White House in Washington, you can see the flames and smoke of gunfire queuing up on the brutal battlefield.

Nowadays, the iconic Tri-wing Building of SHIELD headquarters stands on an island in the middle of the Potomac River, like a trident thrust into the clouds, across the river from the Washington Monument, not far away Everywhere is the famous Lincoln Memorial and Watergate Building.

Located in a bright and spacious office in the building, Nick Fury, the director of SHIELD with dark skin and an eyepatch covering his left eye, is immersed in official business.

Right here, there was a "tuk-tuk" knock on the door.

After getting permission, a man who seemed to be facing a mid-life crisis soon walked in.

"Agent Coulson, you better have something to report to me."

After signing the document in his hand, a certain agent king looked up at the visitor.

He is an eighth-level agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., a model of America's top agents, and one of the current director's most capable men.

Phil Colson.

"Sir, there was a suspected fire in an abandoned factory in Queens last night. However, after our investigators carefully analyzed the residual materials at the scene, they found something that may be of interest to you."

With that said, Coulson handed the document in his hand to the table.

Scanning the investigation report at a glance, the first thing that caught my eye were a few strange photos, including chains with frost, walls melted by high temperatures, and surveillance cameras with blurred figures.

Nick Fury frowned and turned directly to the final evaluation report.

The words "unknown substances", "suspected alien biological remnants" and "high-energy weapons" are shocking.

"Have you brought everything back?"

Quickly thinking of a possibility, Director Nick asked in a deep voice.

"Samples have been taken back from the remains of suspected alien creatures and the walls of the factory that were melted by high temperatures. Among the preliminary test results, several of them are substances that have never been discovered on Earth."

"But just when we were sealing off the scene and preparing for further investigation and sampling, the FBI people got wind of it from somewhere, and kicked us out on the grounds of infringing on private property rights, and also took away some biological tissues. .”

Coulson's complexion was also not very good.

"Mother fxxker, these stupid pigs are just eating and not thinking. Is the country spending money to support them, a group of worms with well-developed limbs?"

When the black director heard this, he cursed loudly, and his mother provoked Fake Man to come out again.

"Create a new file, code name 084, access level eight. You no longer need to be responsible for this matter. I will let Agent Hill continue to take over."

Nick Fury stared at Coulson's face and said solemnly.

"084" is the intelligence code name of SHIELD, which represents things of unknown origin, including objects, energy, and even people.

Eighth-level access rights are already something that only the commander level can understand, which is enough to show that Nick Fury attaches great importance to this suspected alien life.

"I'll keep this in my stomach."

As the director's most capable officer, Coulson immediately made a guarantee knowingly.

"Next, you first investigate the playboy's kidnapping case. After all, his father is one of the founders of SHIELD. We cannot ignore his safety due to circumstances or reasons."

Rubbing his temples, the agent king rarely showed a tired look.

"Understood, sir."

Agent Coulson subconsciously stood up straight, but soon had a wry smile on his face.

"Based on existing clues, the Intelligence Section suspects that this kidnapping may have been the work of Obadiah, but Mr. Stark seems unwilling to believe our investigation results."

"You figure it out yourself."

Waving his hands, it was obvious that he had no desire to continue discussing this topic.

After sending Coulson away neatly, after hesitating for a moment, Director Nick reached for the internal phone on the side.

"Agent Hill, come to the office immediately when you hear this. I have a task for you."

"This is Bruce Hammer, who are you?"

After finally spending the whole morning dealing with the piled-up business, Bruce was about to stand up from his chair and stretch when his cell phone suddenly rang.

It was Justin Hammer calling.

"Hey, father, what do you want from me? Well, Osborne wanted to treat me to dinner. He said that little Harry wanted to see me."

A trace of doubt flashed across Bruce's stern face. When had he ever interacted with the Osborne family?

“If I arrange my schedule, I’ll have some free time.”

After hesitating for two seconds, Bruce was about to agree, when the system that had been pretending to be deaf suddenly spoke.

"Host, there is a monster's presence in Hell's Kitchen."

In addition to possessing all the high-tech data reserves of the Kingdom of Light, the system also has the function of automatically searching for monsters, which is how the Baltans were discovered before.

"Um"

The young man looked intently at the virtual map unfolding in front of him. A striking red dot flashed frequently and attracted attention.

"I'm sorry, father. It won't be too late next time for a party or something. Please be sure to express my sincere apology to Uncle Osborne for me. I still have some official business on hand that needs to be dealt with in a timely manner."

The words came to his lips but he put them back. Bruce hung up the phone neatly, hung his white coat on the coat rack nearby, and walked straight out the door.

"System, lock the target, let's go"

Bruce, who was worried that the first-generation suit could not find a chance to fight in actual combat, was eager to give it a try.