Start at Marvel's Hogwarts Hoo

"Do you know Harley Quinn?"

Mike was first sprayed all over his head, and then he was confused by John's question.

"Who is this? It sounds like a woman... There are no women in our team. In fact, our tasks are usually not suitable for them..."

Listening to Mike's words, John felt relieved... It's okay that he has nothing to do with DC. Marvel is already messy enough. If another Joker or Superboy pops up on the earth, John should consider whether he should get rid of his family members as soon as possible. Sent to an alien planet.

"Sounds a bit sexist..." John smiled apologetically, took out a towel and handed it to Mike.

"How is it possible? I have seen many strong women...but Task Force Being able to hike across the Sahara carrying several kilograms of weight..."

"Ordinary people can't bear this kind of hardship... People who can withstand it won't come to the x task force."

"That you?"

"The people in Task Force The forces behind it are enough to help us solve those troubles."

After wiping the drink from his face, Mike rubbed the towel on his face angrily... What bad luck... He felt that his whole face was sticky.

Handing the towel back to John, Mike stood up and signaled that it was time for them to slowly touch it in.

"If you still want to hear the story, I can tell it to you slowly later, but now we'd better go in and take a look... We've been delayed long enough."

"Get those eyes out of yours, little sir... Those big guys move very fast, and the space in the base is enough for them to run back and forth flexibly."

After saying that, Mike glanced at the monitor on the outer wall secretly, thought for a while and decided to go around it first... This was his habit.In other words, the habit of many people engaged in similar work is that they always do not want their figures to appear in the camera... such as monitors, video recorders or sights...

Following Mike's careful hiding, John didn't know what they were doing. He thought it was preparation work before entering the base, like some kind of ritual... John thought it was quite fun.

Until they touched the location of a three- to four-meter-high hole in the outer wall of the base, both of them silently darkened their faces... There was a shocking pool of blood on the ground at the entrance of the hole, if they all came from the same person. , John had reason to believe that the unlucky guy had died of excessive bloodthirsty.

The entire base was pitch black, and where there was light at the entrance, you could still see scattered small bloodstains on the walls.

"It looks like they might be in bad shape..."

Mike nodded with an ugly expression and did not reply to John's words.

John took out the tactical flashlight that Tony asked him to bring with him from the space, and handed one to Mike who didn't know what he was thinking. He walked in first because he had the Sharingan in his hand, turned on the flashlight and began to observe roughly. The situation inside.

"This looks really bad..."

The flashlight swept around roughly, and there were splatters of blood everywhere on the ground and walls, mixed with many brand-new bullet holes... John speculated that these were shot by the researchers when they resisted, but After carefully observing the bullets in several of the bullet holes, he felt that they were probably more dangerous. Many of those bullets were deflected and bounced into the wall. It was obvious that they failed to penetrate the dinosaur's armor.

It seems that their equipment is not as useful as Mike said...or have those dinosaurs mutated again?John couldn't be sure, but he felt that this guess was very possible. After all, it was a biogenetic laboratory in Marvel. If nothing went wrong, it would be a departure from Marvel tradition.

"It looks like they were all eaten... The equipment you mentioned may not be as effective as you expected."

John looked back at Mike who was walking in.

"The situation has changed... You can't go on with me anymore. You have to go back to Mr. Stark and the others..."

"Are you kidding me? We obviously need more help here, okay?!"

"This is not safe, little sir... You are Mr. Stark's family. I can't let anything happen to you. This is what I promised Jennifer... Her experiment is about to reach the most critical step, and she needs this investment." .”

"Why do you think so suddenly? Or did you discover something?"

John was a little curious as to what made Mike make such a judgment. You must know that in Mike's eyes, he has eyes that can be a deterrent to dinosaurs... and now Mike doesn't dare to talk to John who has his Sharingan open at all. Look at each other.

Mike glanced at the eyes roughly, then turned his attention to the bullet holes.

"There are no guns in the laboratory...at least there are no guns in the traditional sense. Specific bioelectric currents are much more effective in damaging them than bullets..."

Mike paused, stroking the bullet marks with a nostalgic look on his face.

"5.56x45mm standard rifle bullet, bullet depth of about 25mm...MK special operations rifle...standard equipment for SEALs..."

"Jennifer's research is in trouble, little sir..."

"Come on, Private...I thought we were friends." John frowned and gave him a hammer.

"We are friends...so I don't want to embarrass you."

"I know that the Stark Group handles a lot of orders from the military every year. I don't want you to be caught between the two...I will kill them. As a security guard here, I have the right to kill these intruders."

Mike is now very glad that he chose to avoid the monitors outside, otherwise he would not have time to talk to John about this.

"Man... have you just retired from your task force? Have you never paid attention to the upper class of America before?"

John looked at the honest special forces soldier in front of him with a complex expression, and he was thinking about whether he should just dig him over to be Tony's security guard... After all, Happy's symbolic meaning is indeed greater than its actual meaning.

"Let's not talk about whether these people must be members of the military... Even if they are, the military may fall out with the Stark Group over this... This is a laboratory under Stark, and we also have the right to cut off those members. Come here dog paws!”

"Why do you think they only dared to send a group of people to sneak in? You know the temper of the American military. If they were reasonable, there would be several tanks and an entire formation of fighter jets blocking the door now... If Dr. Jennifer’s research really appeals to them.”

Looking at John with a determined look on his face, Mike sighed and stopped trying to dissuade him... after all, it was clear that others were the boss and he was just a stinky part-time worker.Although Jennifer holds the experimental results and patents, this laboratory belongs to someone else, the Stark Group!Those things should also be delivered to the Stark Group later... After all, Jennifer burns money quite quickly.

"Okay, what you said makes sense... Then hide behind me and look for opportunities to give them a few blows with your eyes."

John looked at Mike with a strange expression again, and suddenly the light flashed in his hand, and a slender blue lightning grazed Mike's cheek, hit the wall, and erupted into a burst of piercing birdsong.

What makes you think I'm weaker than you?

A variant of the Chidori, the Chidori Spear!

Sacrificing part of the sharpness brought by acceleration, a pseudo-long-range method with a long attack range is added!