A person in American comics is forced to mechanically ascend in order to go home

Two minutes later.

"You mean Xiao wants me to make him an energy diffuser?"

Albert raised his eyebrows, looking a little strange,

That's not a bad idea.

"You also invited me to be the White Emperor?"

"Xiao thinks you're one of us."

Azazuo had already sat down again at this time, still leaning on a corner.

Albert shook his head at him, "You're not the first to ask this, but I'm certainly not."

"Haha." Asazuo glanced over with a sneer.

"What's the difference? My people used to be regarded as demons just because they had red skin and tails.

Only people with supernatural powers would be considered mutants.

Facts don't matter when people are afraid of you. "

Asazo's words made Albert seem to see a scene in a parallel time and space where sentinels massacred all mankind.

"You're right in a sense, but I don't want to argue."

"Where is Xiao now?"

……

At the same time, outside the abandoned warehouse on the ground,

Several military camouflage pickup trucks appeared in the open space.

Before it stopped, a tall figure wearing sunglasses jumped down and strode towards the warehouse.

A group of heavily armed soldiers walked behind carrying several heavy iron boxes.

The leading man stopped in front of the rusty gate, took out a piece of paper from his arms, and shook it towards the upper right.

The red army command seal on the paper was clearly visible during the surveillance.

……

"Have you figured it out? Or are you looking for death?"

Asazuo looked at Albert sideways with great disdain.

"Don't think that just because you used some tricks while I was careless, you can challenge the Black Emperor."

"I thought we had an agreement, I asked, you answered."

As if remembering Albert's previous threat, Azazu punched the glass one after another, gritted his teeth and roared,

"It's been thousands of years, how on earth do you know?!"

Albert just looked at him calmly.

"We all know what will happen if you tell the military your secret. So, location."

After a while, Asazuo regained his composure.

Then there was a moment of silence.

"New York, Manhattan Street, 870."

"now it's right."

Manhattan Street... If my memory is correct, the Hellfire Club's stronghold is only a few hundred meters away from the New York Temple.

For a moment, Albert didn't know whether to say that the skilled ones were bold or the ignorant ones were fearless.

Suddenly, noisy footsteps and quarrels outside the laboratory interrupted his thoughts.

I looked at my watch and saw that it was less than fifteen minutes.

Soon, the door was violently pushed open.

A man wearing sunglasses and military uniform walked in quickly, followed closely by Howard.

"Colonel, you can't just barge in here."

"If you don't stop, the Scientific and Strategic Corps will take coercive measures."

The man finally stopped, quickly took off his sunglasses, scanned Asazo from beginning to end with his hawk-like eyes, nodded, and then looked at Howard.

"Mr. Stark, I believe you will not be unable to understand the official document signed by General Ross.

The Red Devil will be handed over to our charge. "

"I'm sorry Colonel Stryker, I don't know who General Ross is, we only answer to the Secretary of Defense and the President."

Howard pretended to be helpless and spread his hands.

"So, without an order from the president or the minister, I can only ask you to get out."