Marvel’s Big Villain

A few minutes later, Tony and Steve fell from the sky in battle armor.

"there!"

Steve identified the location and pointed to the apartment window.

Hearing this, Tony activated the detector of the battle armor, and the situation of the apartment immediately appeared on the helmet display.

After a careful scan, Tony felt strange and said, "There are four living people in the apartment, but they are standing there motionless."

"What?" Hearing this sentence, Steve was also confused.

In the clown organization, the only person who can hold a living person in place is Harley Quinn, who has space superpowers.

Although John Wicker could freeze people in place, under the extremely cold low temperature, the four of them would definitely not survive.

Steve wondered if the clown organization knew that the traitor was exposed, and specifically asked Harley Quinn to save the person ahead of time.

But what he was really worried about was whether this apartment was a trap planted by the clown organization.

Tony suggested, "Shall we break through the window to sneak in?"

No matter what the situation, Stark will always only have a plan A.

Steve shook his head and said his guess.

Unexpectedly, after listening to Tony, he shook his head and said: "You worry too much, the strength of the clown organization is not as strong as before, and they have been hiding in Africa for more than three years. Even if they come back today, they will definitely not trouble us. "Have you forgotten that Nick Fury has left you a good thing."

Tony was referring to the communicator for contact.

Indeed, if the mysterious man who defeated Jason helped, the Joker organization would not be a problem.

But remembering Nick Fury's exhortation, in order not to cause trouble to the mysterious person, Steve still shook his head and said, "There are no absolutes, so be careful."

"..." Tony was speechless.

The instruments have been detected, and the people have disappeared, so why be cautious?

It seems that after Steve was defeated by the Joker organization a few times, his courage was getting smaller and smaller.

Just like me!

Tony wasn't asking Steve's opinion, and the electromagnetic pulse spurted under his feet, smashing the glass and rushing into the apartment.

At the moment of landing, the detection system of the battle armor is fully powered, and the arsenal is fully opened to prevent any possible enemies.

After scanning a circle, it was determined that there was no abnormality, and Steve was forced to follow.

Tony relaxed his vigilance and smiled: "Look, I said no problem."

Steve hesitated, but in the end there were some things he didn't say.

The two walked from the bedroom to the living room and saw the four agents holding pistols and looking forward with serious expressions.

"What the **** happened to them?" Steve asked curiously.

"I don't know." Tony shook his head, reaching out and shaking it in front of several people.

He used the battle armor's life detection system to scan the four people just now and found that their vital signs were normal.

There is no external injury, no internal injury, no enemy, but it is too strange to be unable to communicate like a fool.

Tony tried again, and finally spread his hands, discouraged: "Since Steinfeld has run away, and the four of them are like this again, let's hand over the search to S.H.I.E.L.D.... No, it should be handed over to S.H.I.E.L.D. The FBI."

Steve sighed: "That's all, I hope they can be saved."

At this moment, one of the four agents trembled slightly, and his dull eyes returned to normal.

He rolled his eyes and looked at the two steel armors in front of him with a weird smile on his face.

"Welcome you two!"

There was a sudden sound behind them, and Tony and Steve suddenly felt their hairs rise, and a chill ran along their spines to the top of their heads.

Swish!

They turned around immediately, and the palm cannon began to gather energy.

Boom!

Suddenly, the apartment exploded.

The flames accompanied the shock wave, devouring everything in the apartment and blowing both of them out.

The explosion ended after a loud bang, and Tony and Steve got up from the ground.

There were armors to keep them safe, but the apartment was in flames.

Tony hurriedly flew over to put out the fire, and Steve contacted the above to report the situation.

When the fire went out, the two walked into the apartment again, and the four agents had been blown to pieces.

Looking around at the tragic situation, they were panting heavily, their expressions extremely solemn.

At the expense of four S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, the valuables in the apartment were completely blown up, and the operation could only end in a fiasco.

Tony was depressed and walked to the balcony outside the apartment.

Steve walked up to him, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "What do you think of the agent's actions just now?"

Tony put his arms on the railing and said, "What do you think? I can only suspect that he is being controlled, and it is not the body, but the brain."

Steve said: "As I guessed, this Stanfield is probably a superpower who can control these agents like Hydra controls Bucky, and in terms of effect, it is several levels stronger. "

"Such a powerful person must be a cadre of the Joker organization. Jason is willing to put him in SHIELD for retirement." Tony smiled wryly.

"Thinking about the times we have played against the Joker Organization, every time they can get key information, it must be Steinfeld who is tipping off the news. His superpowers are perfect for being a spy." Steve analyzed .

"Another top cadre... I'll have a headache in the future." Tony suddenly felt very tired.

The top cadres of the clown organization are not easy to mess with.

…………

Steinfeld drove all the way to the city.

Thinking of the surprised expressions on the two people's faces when they turned back, I couldn't help laughing.

The remote-controlled explosives were pre-buried by him, and everything that happened today was also what he expected.

When Stanfield learned that he was suspended, he realized that S.H.I.E.L.D. was about to change.

Although Hydra has a lot of ambitious and talented people, but its core combat power is insufficient, even if it can turn the S.H.I.E.L.D.

As soon as Hydra falls, his identity as a traitor will definitely be exposed, and there are more than two or three eyeliners arranged by Nick Fury to monitor him.

Steinfeld likes big cities very much, and doesn't want to flee to Africa for refuge, even if their new base is like a science fiction movie.

In order to stay in Washington, he has been thinking about how to go next.

Just when he was watching TV, he suddenly thought of it.

…………

Ten minutes later, Steinfeld's car stopped in a remote corner.

The location he is in is a high-end community, and the entire street is a large House covering an area of ​​more than 1,000 square meters.

This place is very close to the city center. In this place where every inch of land is so expensive, the identity of the head of the household is already obvious to be able to live in such a luxurious villa.

Walking on this spacious and clean street, I feel that the air is much sweeter than the outside.

At this time, a suspiciously strong man passed by Steinfeld.

Stan walked normally, but the strong man frowned and turned to stare at him.

He was an agent of the Secret Service, and most of the people walking down the street were agents.

Because the people who live in this community are all important figures in American politics.

It was one of them that Steinfeld was visiting tonight.

As he walked, he paid attention to the mailbox of the villa, which made the agent even more suspicious.

When he found the house number and was about to step forward and knock on the door.

The agent yelled, "Wait a minute!"

Steinfeld turned around and saw the agent and several colleagues quickly surrounded him.

After looking up and down, they asked, "Who are you? Why are you approaching this house?"

Since none of these agents know each other, it means that this guy is not a resident or guest here at all.

Steinfeld didn't answer, he activated his super power with a smile.

Eighth-level telepathy can sense humans within a radius of more than ten kilometers.

You can also drill into their brains, spy on memories, and temporarily manipulate consciousness.

These agents have undergone rigorous training, but in the face of superpowers, their willpower is like a piece of paper, and it will be broken with a poke.

In an instant, their minds were broken by Steinfeld, and the whole person was shocked.

After a while, the agents put down their guard and said respectfully, "Sir!"

Steinfeld nodded and said, "Come with me, there is an urgent task to perform."

Hearing this, several agents took out their pistols and surrounded him in a defensive formation.

Steinfeld walked to the door of the villa, tidied up his suit and bow tie, and rang the doorbell.

Ding dong!

"Who?"

Footsteps came from the door.

squeak

The door was opened by a black woman in her 40s who looked like a servant in the house.

The maid looked at Stanfield and the vicious agent behind him, and asked with a puzzled expression, "You are..."

Before she could finish speaking, Steinfeld took a step to the right to make room.

An agent immediately rushed forward and threw the maid to the ground, and controlled her not to make a sound, and the rest of the agents rushed in quickly.

"what!"

"What are you doing!"

"Help!"

From the luxurious villa, there was a terrified cry.

With a smile on his face, Steinfeld walked slowly into the villa, turned around, and then came to the restaurant.

In the center of the restaurant is an oval dining table that can accommodate a dozen people.

There are eight sets of tableware on the table, and eight covered dinners.

Presumably, the owner has calculated the time when the owner will go home and prepared it in advance.

Stanfield sat at the head of the table, picked up the knife and fork and slowly enjoyed the food on the plate.

The screams in the villa gradually stopped.

The agents took a group of men, women and children to the restaurant, and many of them had marks of being beaten on their faces.

The only thing Stanfield noticed was a poor little girl with an amputated lower leg sitting in a wheelchair.

"Who the **** are you?" an older white woman glared.

Judging from her dress and temperament, she should be the hostess of this room.

Stanfield continued to enjoy the food on the plate, deaf to her questioning.

Seeing this, the woman was even more angry, and a white face turned red.

But as soon as she opened her mouth, the agent pinched her chin and rolled the tablecloth into a ball and stuffed it into her mouth.

Without these loud noises, the food on the plate is delicious.

But eating alone is too boring.

Steinfeld turned his head and asked, "Is there music?"

The old housekeeper said quickly, "There is a gramophone in the living room."

Steinfeld said with satisfaction: "Very good, then let's have some music, I like Beethoven."

The butler stood up and, under the surveillance of the agent, selected the record to start the gramophone.

As the sweet music came, Steinfeld finally showed a satisfied smile.

The experience of enjoying music while eating is simply wonderful.

He put the food into his mouth, and while chewing, he imitated the band conductor excitedly with a knife and fork.

The huge villa became his one-man show, and the others stood by and watched, terrified.

An hour later, Stanfield's dinner time finally ended.

And his goal tonight finally appeared in the range of telepathy.

…………

It was pitch black.

A Cadillac slowly drove into the street and stopped smoothly on the side of the road.

The tall and thin Mr. Vice President got out of the car and came to the door accompanied by two agents.

Just as he was about to knock on the door, he heard high-pitched music coming from the room.

Although Mr. Vice President is not proficient in music, he also knows that this is Beethoven's symphony of destiny.

They had a party tonight because they were an hour late for work?

At this time, Mr. Vice President discovered that the door of the villa was not closed, and there was still a crack.

He pushed open the door suspiciously, and the music became louder.

Mr. Vice President entered the room and found a suspicious man dancing around the gramophone.

Apart from him, there was no one on the first floor.

"Who are you?" The vice president was shocked and angry.

Steinfeld turned around, gestured to him with his finger in silence, and continued to indulge in the world of music.

Isn't this guy mentally ill?

The vice president frowned: "Arrest him!"

The two agents dropped their briefcases and immediately took out their pistols and walked forward.

"Raise your hands, turn your back, and lie on the ground."

"Turn off your **** music!"

Steinfeld stopped playing, turned around and frowned in dissatisfaction.

"Go to sleep!"

Super power activated!

The two agents on high alert rolled their eyes and fell to the ground, snoring.

"You... who are you?"

Mr. Vice President took a few steps back in horror and almost fell.

Steinfeld ignored him, turned around and continued to immerse himself in the world of music.

He is an avid music lover and especially likes exciting music.

The climax is coming, and the emotions are also mobilized. How can I just let it go at this time.

In this way, a strange scene appeared in the villa.

A man in a white suit was standing on the living room floor, eyes closed ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and waving his hands wholeheartedly.

A man in a black suit not far away froze in place with a frightened expression.

Mr. Vice President also thought about breaking through the door, but worried that he would fall unconscious on the ground like two agents.

In this eerie atmosphere, the climax of the music ended and entered a slow rhythm.

"Hey……"

Once the rhythm slowed down, Stanfield lost that emotion.

He stepped forward and turned off the gramophone, then wiped the sweat from his brow with his sleeve.

After his emotions gradually calmed down, he sat on the sofa and said, "Good evening, Mr. Vice President."

"Hello, Mr. Steinfeld!"

Looking at his face, the vice president finally remembered.

This somewhat neurotic man is a former New York Drug Enforcement Director and the first inactive military member in history to receive the Medal of Courage.