American comics: Start by copying Superman’s talents

At Stark Tower, Tony listened as Natasha Romanoff explained, "Almost everyone has lost their connection, and this can only happen under one event."

She leaned back on the sofa, her face serious.

"What do you mean?"

Tony also realized the seriousness of the situation. He didn't think that old guy Fury would let all the agents lose contact.

"That means everyone has infiltrated some kind of mission." Natasha took a deep breath, obviously still not recovering from the shock of the turn of events.

"But there's no way Fury wouldn't inform me." She shook her head and pointed out the strangeness of the situation.

"And what mission is worthy of all SHIELD agents taking action?"

As they were talking, the artificial intelligence Jarvis, who had been quietly diving, suddenly spoke up: "Mr. Stark, my security alarm has detected that countless unidentified people with hot weapons are approaching this side quickly."

"what?"

Tony looked up blankly, holding a hot weapon, and approached this side?

But Obaday, who coveted his wealth, is dead. Who else would attack a billionaire like him? Besides, this is free America. How could anyone carry a large number of hot weapons?

"Get down!"

The one who reacted faster than Tony was Natasha. She pounced on Tony and pinned him under her. Then the next second, two missiles whizzed and hit the bulletproof glass of Stark Tower.

A violent and deafening roar exploded in my ears, and whistling shrapnel flew everywhere, hitting every corner of the hall.

"Thank you for your generous gift!"

Tony, who was pinned under Natasha, raised his head in horror, and then saw several Harrier fighters flying past the window and slowly floating outside the window, while two machine gun muzzles slowly popped out at the bottom of the cabin.

"JARVIS, the armor!"

Tony didn't have time to think about why he didn't follow Kino to visit Asgard, and he wasn't in the mood to think about it now.

Several iron armor legs spewed flames and flew towards Tony, loading them into the armor.

"laser weapon!"

Tony raised his arms, and two red high-temperature lasers swept across like deadly thermal vision, easily splitting the fighter plane in two and exploding it, leaving brilliant fireworks in the air. The rolled-up heat rushed into the Stark Tower with a roar, causing the bricks and stones to fly.

"Mazefak!"

Tony was cursing angrily under the mask. He obviously did not expect that all the missing SHIELD agents were not going to save the earth and maintain peace, but to send a large number of agents to attack and kill himself, a billionaire.

"Is your chief crazy?"

Tony yelled at Natasha who was lying on the ground: "I just don't want to join his freak alliance?"

"Is it necessary to send fighter jets to bomb me?"

Natasha got up from the ground and said, "There must be something wrong here. Fury is not such a crazy person."

"I don't care what happened. I was almost blown to death by him just now!"

Tony's face darkened as he scanned with his thermal imaging electronic compound eyes, saying, "Three on the right wall, two on the left wall!"

"There are reinforcements coming in from all directions. To be honest, I feel like we're going to have to go on a killing spree today."

As he spoke, Tony debugged the equipment in the armor, cursing in his heart what was going on.

All we can do now is to resist these crazy attacks and find out the truth.

At the same time Tony was attacked.

In a magnificent hall in New York City.

Celebrities and politicians strolled in there, all dressed in suits and holding wine glasses, acting like upper-class people.

New York City is beautiful, but also cruel.

He is aggressive to the poor and servile to the rich.

There are magnificent murals carved around the walls, and a luxurious and mysterious chandelier hanging on the ceiling, making the whole room look extremely bright.

The musicians hired at a high price played the violin and played cheerful and elegant music.

From time to time, men and women would look at each other and then walk together towards the rooms on the second floor of the hall.

The so-called celebrity party is actually just a primitive impulse.

Swish! !

This tranquility did not last long. A whistling arrow broke through the glass and landed dutifully in the center of the hall. The ring tied to the arrowhead instantly popped off, and wisps of dark green smoke instantly filled the entire hall.

The person who inhaled the smoke had almost no resistance and fell to the ground after blinking.

"The invasion has been accomplished."

Agent Barton, with blue light in his eyes, led the brave and combative SHIELD agents through the window.

Behind them, a handsome man in a black suit was walking towards an old white man in the crowd with a wicked smile on his face.

"No no no, what are you going to do!?"

When the host of the banquet, a wealthy tycoon, saw this man with an unusual temperament walking towards him, he suddenly became extremely panicked.

"doing what?"

Loki, who had barged into the banquet, grabbed the man by the neck and threw him heavily onto the cold marble floor.

"Just wanted to borrow some of your stuff to finish something, like your eyeballs."

Loki chuckled, he slowly raised his right hand, and the dark green magic energy drilled into the man's eyes like little snakes, and then easily took out the eyeball amid his miserable wailing.

"Here, take everything I need."

Such a huge commotion soon attracted the attention of local police.

Countless police cars with flashing red and blue lights rushed to the scene.

Soon, a fierce firefight broke out with the SHIELD agents who were waiting outside for instructions.

Loki watched this scene calmly, with a faint mocking smile on his face: "Haha, stupid mortal."

He waved his hand gently, and the black suit on his body instantly turned into the prince's suit he wore in Asgard.

He stared at the golden scepter in his hand, his face full of fanaticism: "When I conquer Midgard, father, and Thor, you will know that I am right!"

Still in New York.

Peter, who was finishing his homework, suddenly looked up.

His spider-sense was sounding the alarm like crazy, and Peter Union stood up and looked out the window.

He saw that not far away, the Stark Building, the tallest building in downtown New York, was now emitting thick smoke.

Many roaring fighter planes were rushing towards Stark Tower, dropping missiles and causing even more violent explosions.

"How is this going?!"

Peter was completely at a loss. You know, this is New York City, and although vicious incidents often happen here, they don't deploy fighter jets and missiles, which are powerful weapons, to fight the enemy!

“I have to go over and take a look.”