The Blacklight Virus Invades the Marvel Universe

"Answer the phone! Answer the phone!"

General Ross was pacing back and forth restlessly, dialing the phone in his hand almost constantly.

It is less than half an hour before the president lands at the airport. It stands to reason that the staff on the plane will use special devices to contact the ground in advance.

But now it shows that the signal is blocked and cannot be dialed at all. The most terrible thing is that in order not to leak secrets, all the personnel responsible for the presidential security have handed over their communication devices, with only a few main persons in charge wearing them.

And when he tried to contact these people just now, he found that the other party's communicator was unilaterally blocked, which meant that people inside could call out, but outsiders couldn't call in.

Being able to manipulate the president's security personnel further proves that this operation is closely related to the vice president.

At the moment, we can only pray that Stark and Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes can arrive in time to prevent this tragedy from happening!

A white private plane shuttled through the clouds in the night sky. Inside the luxurious presidential plane, several accompanying security personnel were constantly trying to contact the ground.

"Sir, there seems to be something wrong. The communication on the ground cannot be reached. Should we wait for landing?"

The man with the short hair asked his boss for advice, but the man in the suit waved his hand:

"Don't worry. The security on the ground has been arranged. There will be no problem. The plane will land normally and there is no need to contact the ground."

Under the confused gaze of the short-haired man, the man in the suit took the communicator from his hand and walked into the nearby conference room as if nothing had happened.

The president, who was at work, looked up when he saw the man in a suit coming in and asked, "Is there any problem?"

"Everything is fine, Mr. President."

The man in the suit has always been very reliable in doing things, and the president also has special trust in him:

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

The man in the suit nodded respectfully, then silently closed the door of the conference room and exited the room. The moment he turned his head, a sinister smile appeared on his lips.

The president has been troubled by recent events, especially the repeated public provocations of the so-called 'Mandarin', which has caused the entire world to watch the federation's jokes.

What troubled him the most was that four hours ago, his secretary informed him that the New York Super Hero Autonomous Association building had been blown up. And according to information from the police, the explosive residue was exactly the same as several bomb attacks launched by the Mandarin.

First the United Nations Building, and then the Autonomous Association Building. He didn't know how many terrorists there were and how far the entire federation had been infiltrated by these people.

Looking at the documents in hand, the president couldn't help but feel anxious. He gently put the pen aside and interlocked his fingers on the table.

At this time, there was a gentle knock on the door, and the president quickly regained his composure.

"Please come in."

The door opened, and it turned out to be the man in the suit's subordinates. The president even talked to him when he got on the plane and was very impressed by this energetic young man.

The short-haired man was a little hesitant when he saw the president's gaze. After thinking for a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. President, I didn't contact the airport ground staff ten minutes ago. Our signal seems to have been blocked."

Hearing this, the president suddenly became a little confused. Didn't he just say that everything was normal? How could...

"What happened? Have you reported this matter to your superiors?" The president stared closely at the short-haired man, with an aura of superiority coming from within that made people afraid to look directly at him.

"I reported it! Mr. President! But...but the chief took away the communicator and said there was no problem..."

Hearing this, the president subconsciously looked at the time. There were only 17 minutes left before landing at the airport. Through the small windows of the plane, you can vaguely see the outline of Washington at night in the distance.

"Call your commander to see me!"

At this moment, the man in the suit had quietly hid around a corner, then picked up the one-way communicator and sent a brief message to the vice president.

'The plane landed normally! ’

It seems that everything is just normal reporting work, but in fact it contains a mystery.

After receiving this text message, the vice president, who was lying on the bed, put down his phone and silently covered himself with the quilt.

At the same time, in the sky, one red and one blue, two steel armors were flying towards Washington at full speed. It's more than 300 kilometers from New York to Washington, and it only takes a few hours by car. At the speed of the armor, it took less than ten minutes to reach the boundary of Washington.

Just after flying into Washington, Stark and Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes were immediately intercepted by the military radar and issued a warning.

'warn! You have entered the air traffic control area, please land immediately, otherwise you will be shot down! ’

During this special period, everything was done to clear the way for the president's special plane. The intrusion of Stark and Rhodes undoubtedly aroused the vigilance of the military.

Before Stark could speak, Rhodes responded immediately:

"I am Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes of the Air Force, and I have an urgent mission to rush to the airport!"

When the ground troops heard that it was Rhodes, they immediately conducted identity verification. But after confirming the identity of the other party, it was still a bit difficult.

According to the above regulations, except for the fixed security force and pick-up personnel, no one else is allowed to approach at will today.

But seeing how anxious Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes was, I was really not sure what the other party was doing.

"Sorry, sir! We need to contact airport security before we can let you go. Please land immediately and cooperate!"

The president was about to be assassinated, so Rhodes didn't care.

"To hell with this damn request! I can't cooperate!"

After saying that, Stark and Rhodes' nerves tensed up at the same time, and they passed by quickly.

The ground commander did not dare to shoot it down directly, so he had to contact airport security urgently. But there was something wrong with this connection, and the place couldn't be contacted.

"Oops! There must be a problem at the airport! Reinforcement immediately!"

At an urgent call, large-scale changes occurred in the garrison around Washington.

At this moment, on the tallest building in Washington, Killian, who was covered in heat, was standing on the top looking down at the entire city with a wicked smile.

He slowly raised his hands above his head, and his arms turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye:

"Let everyone here tonight witness for themselves the new master of the Federation! Let's take action!"

Boom~

A hot flame ignited on his body surface, and for a time it lurked in New York, Washington, Los Angeles and other places. Thousands of desperate virus carriers turned red and attacked various city government departments.

That night, countless people woke up to the crazy shouts of killing and the sound of explosions. The streets at night look like a disaster scene swept by a volcanic eruption.

At the same time, in the cab of the president's plane, a man in a suit pulled out a pistol and pointed it at the back of the captain's head: "Land now! Otherwise, I will kill you immediately and cause the entire plane to crash!"