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

At this time, a group of agents in black suits finally arrived and quickly surrounded the special operations team headed by Colonel Stryker.

In an instant, both sides raised their guns.

"I said, did you overlook something?"

In the tense atmosphere, a calm voice suddenly broke in,

"It seems like it's time for me and him to be alone,"

Albert pointed at the red devil in the glass cover, shook the watch on his left hand, and said with a smile:

"From the moment you come in, I have 4 minutes and 52 seconds."

Stryker finally noticed the young man wearing casual clothes and with a bandage on his right hand next to the glass cover.

He has black hair, black eyes, deep facial features, and a tall stature. He does not look like an American, but his young face reveals a hint of indifference.

He frowned, as if he was just a researcher obsessed with research, and ignored it after just a glance.

"They are like a group of wolves that have been hungry for a month and see a fat sheep. I..."

Albert walked to the crowd, raised his left hand and made a gesture, interrupting Howard.

"Okay, Colonel,"

He gently pulled away a nervous black agent with his hand and walked up to Stryker.

"If you still want to have a chance to take him away, then I suggest you turn back now, then go out through the iron door you came in and wait."

Before the other party had time to react, Albert leaned forward again and whispered something into the ear of the gray-haired colonel,

Then he walked back to the glass cover, put his hand on the test table next to him, and looked at Stryker leisurely.

Albert was so rude that the guns of the special forces team members next to him unconsciously deflected in his direction.

But he was immediately pushed away by Stryker.

At this time, his face was livid, and the hand holding the sunglasses was trembling slightly.

During his decades of military career, his hands never shook on the front lines of the Vietnam battlefield.

For the X weapons program, he did not hesitate to kill a Pentagon general and report it as an accident. According to official records, the Weapon X program should have been stopped and destroyed years ago. How did this young man know? Even the geographical location of the experimental island was stated.

After a while, Stryker turned around silently.

"let's go."

Halfway through, I seemed to remember something again. I paused but did not look back.

"In five minutes, I hope we can talk,

This gentleman! "

……

On a country road ten kilometers away, a red convertible car was driving towards the warehouse.

The man in the driver's seat is wearing a brown bomber jacket and has a tall posture.

Her blond hair, neither long nor short, flutters in the wind, and a close-fitting white T-shirt outlines the perfect muscle lines on her arms.

"Huh...huh..."

He was not driving fast, and the wind itched his face.

Just enough for the woman next to her to see clearly the golden waves of wheat on both sides under the setting sun.

"I'm afraid you'll have to hurry up."

The woman in the passenger seat, who was about 60 or 70 years old, urged. Her hair was gray but her eyes were bright.

"No, we have plenty of time now,"

He changed his left hand to hold the steering wheel, and used his right hand to hold the woman towards his broad shoulder.

There is no trace of wrinkles on the face, but there is a calmness after being weathered.

"Peggy, we have plenty of time now."

He repeated it softly, turning his head to the side, with a gentle smile on his angular features.

In the silence of the setting sun, the shadows of the car and the two people were stretched out.

.....

"Does Xiao know your location?"

There were only two people left under the bright white light of the research room.

"Emma has planted spiritual seeds in the brains of each member. If it weren't for the special magnetic field interference here, he would have come here."

Azazo looked at Albert as if he were an idiot.

After hearing Asazo's answer, Albert pondered for a long time, took out the pen and put it on the ground.

Black Emperor and Stryker's X-Weapon... He has a bold idea.

No one could notice that countless particles smaller than molecules flowed along the floor into the glass cover and attached to Asazo.

A few minutes later,

Stryker and Howard sat in a translucent glass conference room, and Albert was invited to join them.

After listening to the seemingly intense negotiations between the two parties for a while, Albert was not interested at all. He walked into the bathroom and took out a pen.

"Xiaoxue, let's see what fun SHIELD has to offer."

"Okay sir, analyzing now."

The Gloria Project, the prototype of the Pegasus Project, the Captain Project, the Infinite Energy Project...

Looking at the files on the virtual screen, there was nothing that surprised Albert. Ant-Man's atomic compression technology has been mastered for a long time, but it is far inferior to the particle form transformation achieved by his own quantum technology.

The replication of the super serum in Captain's plan is still in its infancy and has serious side effects.

Interestingly, the Infinite Energy Project, which has a high level of confidentiality, has just established a file. The file shows that the person in charge is Albert, and Pym serves as the adjutant.

......

"What's the use of keeping him in a cage? Give him to me!

Only I know how special he is! I won't just lock him up like a monster!

My experiment is a real scientific research, surpassing the scientific research of predecessors! It's all for the country, the country! "

Roaring sounds continued to come from the conference room. Albert looked at the time and it was time to go out of the bathroom.

He believed that as long as he asked, Howard would agree to hand over the Red Devil to Stryker.

"Howard Stark, you are just an arms dealer who makes war fortune, a..."

"What? Colonel, I believe that many people, including the generals in the Pentagon, will call Howard a war hero!"

Just as Albert opened the door and planned to end this fierce "firefight", a calm and slightly aged female voice sounded behind them.

He turned around and saw a cheerful lady walking in from the laboratory door.

Her graying brown hair was meticulously tied into a bun on the back of her head.

Bright eyes, delicate red lips, and a straight waist.

"For country? Instead of using the noblest excuses to do the most despicable human experiments, the only true patriot I know has now been turned into a sculpture in a museum,

Do you have this awareness? Colonel? "

"Madam, you..."

"Please call me Director, Colonel Stryker, Director Carter!"