Marvel anti-heroes starting with Tarot

With Sharon Carter providing cover, Yingwu and Xiao Zhao's lives became comfortable again.

As long as he is willing, he can even live a life where he can put his shirt on and open his mouth every day, but this kind of life is not what Yingwu wants.

He came to the United States not just for fun.

There is a murderous and invisible soul-eating beast in Tarot's hometown, waiting for him to go back and kill it.

Although it is said that grass has grown on Wen and Wu's grave, and Shang Qi disappeared without even transforming into a tadpole, more than ten years later, the plot of the soul-eating beast being released by Wen and Wu will definitely not happen again.

But Yingwu didn't want to live under the threat of the soul-eating beast.

On the side of the couch, how can you allow others to snore.

As long as the danger of the soul-eating beast is not resolved for a day, the people of Tarot will not be able to sleep peacefully for a day.

Therefore, as the current patriarch of Tarot, Yingwu had no intention from the beginning to continue to be like the old Tarot people, stupidly guarding outside the door of darkness for the rest of his life.

He wanted to take the initiative, release the soul-eating beast, and kill it.

If possible, he would even like to see the other side of the Dark Portal.

Since it is a door, there must be a world on the other side, otherwise where would the Soul-Eating Beast come from?

Since the Soul-Eating Beast can invade Tarot, why can't Tarot invade in reverse?

No, the word invasion cannot be used, because in the history of China, we have never actively invaded others. We have always resisted aggression, and this time it is the same.

If you want to fight back against the Soul-Eating Monsters, or even invade into the dark world, you need to arm all the Tarot people, at least stronger than in the movie.

Nowadays, everyone in Tarot practices martial arts, so there is no need to say much about the techniques.

Previously, Yingwu thought that Shenlong's air control method was only passed down to the clan leader and not to outsiders, but later he realized that without Shenlong's blessing, others would not be able to learn this thing.

The blessing of Shenlong is similar to the concept of Shenlong's heart mentioned in the movie. This thing is very mysterious. Anyway, only those who are truly recognized by Shenlong can learn this air control method.

And this recognition requires a set of processes, just like the natural selection, even the dragon itself cannot control it.

Therefore, the Dharma should not be taught lightly, not because you are unwilling, but because you are unable.

As a result, Yingwu could only think of other ways to arm the Tarot people, and the most reasonable and direct way was to arm them.

The Tarot people themselves have weapons, which come from the dragon scales shed by the dragon. The weapons made from these dragon scales are extremely lethal to soul-eating beasts.

But this is not enough.

What Yingwu wants is to arm all the Tarot people to the teeth. It is best to equip all of them with a suit of armor made of dragon scales, so that they can effectively resist the spiritual attack of the soul-eating beast.

However, the number of dragon scales that Shenlong can transform into is limited, so it is obviously unrealistic to make a suit of armor for each person.

That's why he thought of looking for Tony Stark, because Tony is an expert in this field.

Use limited materials to make more armor equipment. If Tony can't do it, Yingwu really can't think of anyone else who can do it.

However, now is not the time to go to Tony for a showdown. The previous punch was only a small appetizer.

Yingwu is waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to show his strength to the greatest extent.

This opportunity is not far away.

These days, Tony is still pumping iron at home. The experience of being punched in the second half of the test flight did not dampen his enthusiasm, but made him more excited.

After Jarvis modified the data of the Iron Suit and made improvements and weapon mountings, Tony still traveled halfway around the world to find trouble with the terrorists who kidnapped him.

Although I did not see these heroes with my own eyes, on the TV, Air Force Lieutenant Colonel James Rhodes announced at a press conference that two F22 fighter jets had an accident during the performance. One crashed but the driver ejected safely. The plot is right.

Needless to say, Tony was the one who hit the F22, and he also ejected the pilot.

After reading the news, Yingwu, who didn't want to stay at home, went out. This time he went out alone without Xiao Zhao, which made it easier to move.

At night, Obadiah Stane was in the luxurious study room of his villa, frowning and looking through some drawings.

Obadiah Stan, who has long been hairless on his head, has long passed the age of hard work, and he himself is not a technical master. When he started working with Howard Stark, he was mainly responsible for Company operations.

But now, in the middle of the night, he was looking at a stack of drawings without blinking.

"What are you looking at, so serious."

Beside him, a voice suddenly rang.

Obadiah Stan was stunned for a moment, but the next second he suddenly reached out and touched under the table. There was a pistol there. For a rich man like him, what he always kept at home was not 999 and stomach and digestive tablets, but... A handgun for his personal safety.

Soon, Obadiah Stan successfully grabbed the pistol and turned around to aim in the direction of the person who just spoke.

It wasn't until his gun was pointed at the other person's head that Obadiah Stane looked at the man carefully.

This is an Asian man, about 30 years old, about 185cm tall, with slender hands and feet that look very capable. His face does not look ugly, but he is not a standard handsome guy in the eyes of Westerners.

What impressed Obadiah Stan the most was the look in his eyes.

Those eyes that were full of melancholy and seemed to hold many stories made him want to take down a bottle of 90-year-old Romanée-Conti from the shelf next to him, sit down and listen to the story.

But in fact, although there was melancholy or sadness in those eyes, Obadiah Stan didn't care, and his finger was firmly on the trigger.

"Who are you?"

"Me?" The corner of the man's mouth moved slightly and he said with a smile, "You just killed so many people like me, but you don't know who I am?"

"You just killed a lot of people? Are you... from the Ten Rings Gang?" Obadiah Stan's heart trembled.

He had recently traveled halfway around the world to kill the leader of the Ten Rings Gang and his men who had taken money from him but had made an impromptu stunt, causing the entire plan to attack Tony to be ruined.

So, is this person the boss of the little boss?People from the Ten Rings Gang?

Is this someone who comes to your door to collect debt?No, Obadiah Stan didn't think so. He thought the other party was here to kill someone.

"Okay, now I know who you are, so what? You don't think that I can't clean up your body here, do you?"

The man opposite shook his head, "That's not important. The first thing I want to say is that I don't like having a gun pointed at my head."