Man transforms into Vision in Marvel

a brand new day

The citizens of New York still live an ordinary life without knowing anything, constantly resisting zero-dollar purchases and shootings, and hurriedly walking onto the streets without even glancing at Spider-Man floating in the air.

For New Yorkers, superheroes have now become a part of their lives. Maybe you work on this street, but five blocks away there is a terrible monster fight, and you can see a certain playboy arrogant every few days. He drives his suit around in the sky over New York. Sometimes he can meet Li Nian while shopping for groceries, and he can meet Captain America when he goes for a morning run in the park...

All in all, it is really not difficult to meet superheroes nowadays. Even news reports do not use superheroes as gimmicks now, but superhero-themed comics still sell very well.

Cartel and Azazel have been getting along well recently. One of them has red skin and the other has blue skin. Neither of them can change their appearance. Moreover, both of them have suffered discrimination and betrayal because of their skin color, and they confide in each other. , it is inevitable to feel a sense of sympathy and understanding of the other person's experience.

Cartel was dressed as a Venom agent. Li Nian gave him his name, and asked Stark to build him a set of equipment, including the laser gun behind him.

Stark was shocked when he saw the blueprints. Such sophisticated and advanced equipment could not be made with the current ideological constraints of the earth. He anxiously asked Li Nian where the blueprints and technology came from.

"In my head," Li Nian pointed to his head with a smile. Before he left, he stored all the technological equipment of Xandar Star in his head, even taking away the automatic flushing and cleaning toilet. Not even left for Shandar.

Stark is now following Li Nian all day long, yelling at him to hand over all the remaining technology, otherwise he will hire paparazzi to follow him all day long, freeze bank cards, and even move to San Francisco to have sex with Li Nian Neighbor!

Li Nian never imagined that this playboy could come up with such a sinister method, so he had to transfer all the data technology in his mind to Friday, and Stark was now immersed in studying alien technology all day long.

Pepper complained about this.

Azazel held the wine bottle and poured it into his mouth. Today's society is a bit safer. After all, there are not many lawbreakers. Spider-Man is enough to take down most of the thieves.

His life was much easier. He used to follow Xiao, either killing people or on the way to kill people. How could he have such a sense of accomplishment?

Cartel held a piece of fried chicken and gnawed it. Although the technology on earth is very backward, the food is really delicious! Chicken fries, Coke burger...unhealthy food so delicious!

"It's for you." Cartel tore off a chicken leg and stretched out his hand to hand it out. Azazel heard this and was about to pick it up. Cartel turned around and threw it to the venom on his body. The dark tentacles instantly swallowed the chicken leg. After shaking it for a few times, even the bones were digested.

Azazel had a dark face and retracted his arm in embarrassment.

"This is for you," Cartel smiled slightly, pulled off a small piece of chicken wing and handed it to Azazel. The red devil took it and gave the Kerry kid a blank look, which was regarded as forgiving him.

"New York is not peaceful recently." Cartel said suddenly.

"How can you see that?" Azazel glanced at the kid in confusion, "Isn't this very good? People who go to work go to work, people who go to school go to school. There are no shootings or super criminals. The Avengers are all enjoying their lives."

"No," Carter looked out the window. The sky was completely dark. Colorful lights shone on his face, and his indigo skin suddenly became melancholy. "A storm is coming, and a bigger crisis is about to break out in New York."

He had an inexplicable premonition, maybe it was the spider sense caused by the venom. Cartel's intuition suddenly became very accurate. The sun shone on the big tree in New York, and the shadows below hid many people enjoying the shade. , undercurrent surges.

"You're not in a hurry Stark, are you a little nosy?"

"What they are dealing with is a crisis from outside the earth. This kind of minor crisis does not require them to take action," Cartel burped, wiped his mouth with satisfaction, and said in a serious tone, "This is our turn to show off our skills. Yes, the latest Avenger also has something to prove."

Azazel fell into deep thought. Since joining the Avengers, he has indeed not carried out any tasks that can prove himself. Although it is not obvious, Sam and Stark always treat themselves differently from others, such as family members and others. friend.

Carter stood up slowly, looked at the beautiful night view in front of him, opened the glass window, and jumped out.

Azazel smiled, but his mind was thinking about Cartel's words.

"I need to clean these chicken racks again."

......

"Did you bring something?"

"No one will follow."

"Don't worry, my old John's territory, there is no one who dares to follow me there."

An old white man with yellow teeth spit out a lot of spit from his mouth and smiled obscenely. The blond man in a gray suit in front of him glanced at Old John in disgust, "Then give me the thing. "

Old John showed his disgusting yellow teeth and said in an unpleasant voice, "Then you have to..." He made a gesture asking for money.

"Insatiable!"

Hammer scolded the old man in his heart, but he had no choice but to do it. He needed this thing very much.

"Stark...I want to prove to you who is the most talented person, and Hammer Industries is not a replica of Stark Industries!"

That's right, the person coming is none other than Hammer, the guy who developed a group of imitation rag-tag robots in Iron Man 2. A single bullet can destroy a blaming incompetent person.

Since the incident seven years ago, Hammer was arrested by the FBI and imprisoned in a tight prison for rehabilitation for several years. After he came out, he found that the company's shareholders had changed, and the company almost ceased to exist. All his former confidants, without exception, were The new presidents were all fired, and Hammer felt like he was back in a strange place. Although it was his own house, the decoration inside had been completely changed.

Hammer was kicked out of his company, gave him a large severance package, and threatened to reveal all the bad things he had done in the past if he persisted.

Hammer had no choice but to take the severance pay and get out of Hammer Industries in despair.

The big joke of slipping the world!

Hammer wants revenge and revenge on Stark. If he hadn't been in the limelight, how could he have ended up in this situation! Everything started because of Stark.

He tossed and turned and finally found the guy hiding underground. They had crossed paths before, but only once. He urgently needed his help now.

Old John looked at the thick stack of U.S. dollars that Hammer took out, and the greed in his eyes was beyond words.

"Here you go!" Hammer casually pulled out a few and handed them to Old John. Seeing that he didn't react at all, he followed his eyes and shouted angrily, "Don't be too greedy! Be careful. !”

"Haha..." Old John smiled disdainfully, how could you, a lost dog, say such a thing.

Hammer was incompetent and furious. In the past, he would not even look at such a person. He would even find it dirty when passing by the entrance of the group. Now he actually dares to ride on his head. It's funny... It's really funny!

But now he had no choice but to do this, put a wad of US dollars into Old John's hand, almost snatched the contents of the black plastic bag, stared at Old John fiercely, and kept cursing in his heart why he wasn't dead yet!

After Old John left, Hammer slowly took out the contents.

A USB flash drive, a USB flash drive with a skull and tentacles printed on it.

Hammer held it excitedly. It was an important weapon for his comeback. With it, Tony Stark's armor was nothing to be afraid of.

The man sneaked out of Old John's territory. He no longer wanted to stay in such a dirty and smelly place. It simply polluted his personality.

"Hand over the money!"

Before Hammer had taken a few steps, there was a sudden chill on his neck. The cold blade touched Hammer's neck gently, scaring him so much that he became incontinent on the spot.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'm the president of Hammer Industries, I can give you money!"

"Hammer Industries?" The robber sneered and punched Hammer on the head. "You dare to lie to me. How can a CEO come out of Old John's territory? He can't make up any excuses."

"Hand over all the money!" the robber yelled angrily, and the knife in his hand went further, leaving a faint trail of blood on Hammer's neck, which frightened Hammer into taking out all the valuable things on his body. After taking it out, even the expensive suit he was wearing was stripped off, not even a pair of pants was left.

"What is that?" The robber had a sharp eye and saw a black plastic bag in Hammer's arms, and immediately thought it must be something good.

If it wasn't a good thing, how could he hand over all the money and keep it? The robbers were about to snatch it away, but were stopped by Hammer.

"You can't take it, you can't take this thing!" Hammer shouted. This is the only way for him to return to the top of New York. It must not be taken away!

The robber was angry, but a person who was robbed dared to fight back!

Pfft!

One knife, two knives, three knives...

The white knife goes in and the red knife comes out.

The robber himself didn't know how many times he stabbed Hammer until he died completely and fell to the ground with a clang.

Hammer's eyes were full of unwillingness and anger, and more of regret. Blood continued to flow from his abdomen, soaking in the dark and damp alley. Before he died, Hammer was thinking.

"It would be great if I hadn't gone against Stark..."

Hanmer breathed his last and stared at the sky. The summer night was actually so cold, biting...

The robber happily hugged a few wads of dollars and high-end suits, and hurriedly escaped from the alley.

After running a long way, I arrived in Hell's Kitchen, a paradise for most criminals in New York.

The robber carefully returned to the door of his house. On the table was a photo of the two elderly people, smiling brightly and happily.

Don't get me wrong, this is not the elder of the robbers, but the original owner of this house, who was later broken in and killed by the robbers.

"Damn it, a USB flash drive is so tightly hidden, you're a poor man!" The robber cursed, cursing the dead Hammer while counting tonight's harvest.

"Grandma, this guy is really rich! These piles of money are worth tens of thousands of dollars!" the robber smiled arrogantly, "There are so many fools these days!"

boom!

Just as the robbers were happily planning how to spend the money, the door was kicked open, and then a man wearing a hood burst in.

"Who is it?" The robber pulled out the knife that was placed on the cabinet. He couldn't see the person's face and stabbed him when he saw it.

The hooded man smiled coldly and raised his hand. It didn't matter. The pistol in his hand frightened the robber half to death. He immediately threw the knife to the ground and knelt down in fear.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot!" The robber was shaking slightly with fright, pointing at a pile of money on the bed, "Don't shoot, I'll give you all this money! As long as you don't kill me!"

He is still very aware of current affairs. Those who play with knives will definitely not be able to beat those who play with guns. He is not afraid of running out of firewood to keep the green hills. As long as he lives, he will still have life to spend money. Once he dies, he will lose everything. Simple interests concern him. Still clear.

The hooded man didn't pay attention to the puddle of money on the bed. Those green dollars were no different from waste paper in his eyes. He had only one target - Hydra's USB flash drive.

The man in the hood found a black plastic bag, but there was nothing inside.

"Where's the USB flash drive?" he yelled, holding the pistol against the robber's head. "Trash... the trash can!" The robber was frightened and pointed to the trash can in the corner.

The man in the hood hurriedly went forward and rummaged around, and sure enough he found the USB flash drive.

"Have you seen it?" The hooded man checked it carefully and found that it was indeed the one he was looking for. He turned to the robber and asked.

"No, no, I don't even have a computer. I haven't seen anything, I haven't seen anything..." The robber waved his hands repeatedly, explaining that he was not interested in anything other than money, and was just begging the man in the hood to let him go. Pass him.

"Are you very sensible?" The hooded man smiled and touched the robber's head with the butt of his gun. The robber could only giggle and knelt on the ground with unsteady legs. At least he had left money for himself. He would wait until tomorrow. Take this money and go abroad. New York is too dangerous, and there are even gangsters.

The hooded man left with a smile. The moment he heard the door close, the robber's heart finally sank.

"It stinks..." The robber suddenly asked about the stench and looked around. It turned out that he was so frightened that he became incontinent. The sweat all over his body soaked into his clothes, and an indescribable stench emanated from his body. .

"What a shame. You don't need so much money, but a USB flash drive?" The robber calmed down and laughed at the man in the hood. He gathered the US dollars on the bed and shook his head. He wanted to change his pants first.

boom!

With the sound of a gunshot, the robber fell to the ground, with a small blood hole appearing on his forehead. His pupils were filled with joy for money, and this joyful smile was forever fixed on his face.

"The mission is completed. There was a small mistake in the middle, but it's still a success." Bullseye shouted to the other end of the intercom, leaving the building without stopping, and quickly completed the change.

"Well done." A dull and steady voice came from the other end of the intercom.

"With this, my empire will be completed..."