I have a good impression of Marvel

When Leon returned to the secret base where the Maximov twins were held, it was no surprise that the building was empty.

The only people left in the base, apart from the messy traces of the attack, were dead or injured guard agents.

When he walked into the living room and saw Dave's cold body still lying on the ground, Leon's face was stern and his eyes were filled with anger.

Bending down to pick up the ability suppression device on the ground, Leon couldn't help but murmured:

"Ultron"

The next second, he exerted force on his hand and instantly crushed the ability-inhibiting device in his hand to pieces.

Looking at the fragments of the device that fell to the ground, Leon only had a cold murderous intent in his eyes:

"Just wait, I will find you"

. . .

The sun sets in the west, and the orange sunset shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the marble floor of the hall, like a layer of light curtain, which is intoxicating.

However, everyone in the Avengers sitting in the living room had no time to appreciate such a beautiful scenery.

They have not yet reacted to the bad news delivered by Leon.

At this moment, a slightly frivolous voice broke the silence:

"In other words, our enemy, an artificial intelligence program that can use the Internet to regenerate infinitely, has found two allies for itself. And these two allies are also superpowers."

Clint pressed his temples with his hand, leaned on the sofa, and said slightly tiredly:

"Oh my God, let me breathe."

This old man was wearing a black combat uniform, with his bow and arrows and quiver set aside.

Judging from his appearance, it seemed that he had received news of the assembly while on a mission, so he had no time to change his clothes.

Because Ultron attacked the refrigerator and took away many dangerous items, he also released more than twenty high-risk criminals. Therefore, in order to arrest the criminals again and recover the objects, S.H.I.E.L.D. dispatched most of its field agents at once.

Even Captain America, Black Widow and Hawkeye, who are Avengers, are not idle, leading a team to catch criminals all over the world.

If it weren't for Lyon's gathering news, he might still be tracking a chain murderer near Cyprus.

""

Since this was about Ultron, Stark knew that he had done something wrong. In order not to be criticized, he just sat on the sofa obediently and listened to everyone express their opinions.

After breaking the silence, Steve was the first to speak.

Steve touched his smooth chin, frowned, and said to himself:

"I think the reason why the refrigerator was attacked has a deeper meaning besides driving away Leon."

"What are those?" Banner pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose with his hand and asked.

Natasha, who was also wearing a tight-fitting combat uniform, crossed her arms over her chest, leaned against the table, and expressed her opinion:

"It's a smokescreen. Ultron wants to keep SHIELD, and us, busy to distract us from trying to thwart him."

"Obviously, it is planning some conspiracy."

"It's a pity that I was not present at the battle at the dock. If I were allowed to see it, I would let this metal can taste the power of the God of Thunder and Lightning."

After waving the Thor hammer in his hand, Thor looked eager to try, as if he wanted to fight Ultron for hundreds of rounds immediately.

There has been peace in the Nine Realms recently, and even my younger brother, who is always causing trouble, has rarely caused trouble. He stayed in Asgard all day long, writing various drama scripts for himself, as if he wanted to become the number one playwright in the nine worlds.

As a militant, he hadn't fought in a long time, and his hands were very itchy.

However, he changed into casual clothes and looked innocent, which really did not have much deterrence.

The discussion lasted for half an hour. Finally, it was Steve who concluded:

"No matter what Ultron's conspiracy is, one thing we can be sure of is that its target must ultimately be us. So, we have to find him before he is ready."

"The world is so big, let's narrow down the scope first and list the places where it may appear. This will also help our subsequent search operations."

And at this moment, Leon, who was sitting on the sofa without saying a word the whole time and was deep in thought, seemed to have thought of something and suddenly said:

"I may know its next plan."

Faced with the glances cast by everyone, Leon twitched the corner of his mouth and showed a confident smile.

. . . . . .

South Africa, Cape Town.

In the lively market, people came and went, almost all with black faces.

Like other African lands, black is still the main color of this city.

Ulysses Crow, who walked out of a restaurant after eating and drinking, put on the sunglasses on his collar and said casually to the men beside him:

"Cruise, please be careful not to leave any trace behind. The most important thing is not to let those Interpol agents affect tomorrow's transaction."

Hearing this, a bald black man following Ulysses Crow immediately patted his chest and promised:

"Boss, you can rest assured that I will do the work. However, I am very curious as to who this buyer is. He really plans to repurchase everything we have."

Before the younger brother could finish speaking, he slapped the younger brother on the head with a crisp "snap" sound.

Immediately afterwards, Ulysses Crow grabbed the black boy by the collar, brought it to his ear, and whispered:

"Boy, be careful what you say. We are doing a big business that may not be seen by others. Our survival to this day depends entirely on caution. Don't say the name Vibranium casually."

"Especially when we are outside, once we meet someone from Wakanda, not just you, we are all doomed, do you understand?"

While speaking, Ulysses Crow subconsciously reached out and scratched the mark on the back of his neck.

That was the heavy price he paid to obtain those black metals, and it was a lesson he should always remember.

Listening, the black boy nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, the boss is teaching me a lesson. I will pay attention next time."

After letting go of his younger brother's collar and glancing at a black tower behind him with satisfaction, Ulysses Klaue lectured:

"Hmph, you should learn from Luke on what to say and what not to say."

The "Luke" in Ulysses Crow's mouth was a tall and burly black man not far behind the two of them.

The words echoed in his ears, but to the burly black man named "Luke," it was as if he had not heard any words.

His face was still calm, and he just followed closely behind the two of them without saying a word.

"Understood, boss, I will learn from Luke well."

Although the black man said this on the surface, he had another thought in his heart:

"Tch, he's just a mute with well-developed limbs and a simple mind. If I were like him and had invulnerability, I wouldn't have to hang out with you."