[Comprehensive British and American] Space Patrolman Hydra

Tony Stark hasn't been happy lately.

He crossed his arms and stared at Hydera, trying to find a loophole in the alien girl's deceptive appearance.

"You threatened him?" he asked.

"I do not have."

"You flattered him?"

"how is this possible!"

"You absolutely did something!"

"I did not do anything!"

"Then please give me a reasonable explanation for Ms. Hydera who didn't do anything."

Tony Stark angrily raised his hand and pointed his finger at the plate in Hydera's hand, questioning.

"—Why did he only make your waffles!"

"Because I'm a good-looking, cute, caring blonde! Girl! Girl!"

Hydera snuggled up on the lazy sofa with a waffle plate in her arms, and snorted to the big inventor with big caramel-colored eyes and a face full of displeasure, "Can you Take a good look at the information! This is my hard work—"

"Boss, I searched for it."

Arnaud added quickly and gracefully.

"...Arnold found this through a lot of hard work! Can you show him more respect and read the information carefully!"

Tony Stark:  …

He stared at the guy who collapsed into a hydra liquid cake on the lazy sofa, and asked back.

"Then can you put down the waffle plate in your hand, swallow the waffle in your mouth, wipe the crumbs from the corner of your mouth, and talk to me again?"

I can see him shocked!

"No, Grant's craftsmanship is excellent, letting go is disrespecting him."

Under the glaring eyes of the great inventor, Hydera picked up a piece of waffle and took a bite, shrugged his shoulders and squinted his eyes in satisfaction, and squinted at Tony Stark opposite him from the corner of his eye, showing a bewildered smile.

"And didn't you say before that you would rather starve to death and jump off the roof of this Avengers building than eat a little food made by agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.? Oh my memory is not very good...you help I recalled, when Grant made the filet mignon before, who was so eager to eat it that Edwin even bought a refrigerator full of steaks?"

Without a word, Tony Stark activated Mark43 and put it on, opened the window and jumped down.

Hydera: "Hahahahahahahaha!"

Tony Stark returned to the house 1 minute later, pointing at Hydera who was laughing wildly.

"You wait for me, I'm going to eat donuts, vanilla crepes and chocolate magma matcha cake right now, I won't leave any matcha powder for you—"

Before he finished speaking, a waffle was handed to his mouth.

"What are you looking for! Life is like a play, we get together because of fate, what's yours is mine, and what's mine is yours!"

Hydera's little tail flung out afterimages behind her.

Only then did Tony Stark lose his breath, and satisfactorily held the plate that Hydera graciously handed over, picked up the small cup that was handed over to him, and then embroidered, slowly, delicately, and full of artistic sense. Pour condensed milk over waffles.

"continue."

The high-spirited and triumphant inventor imitated Hydera's little pig humming.

"I found out..." Hydra said.

Arno began to cough gracefully and softly.

"...You are a quantum life, and you don't have a vocal organ, you cough!" Hydera quit, "If you want to claim credit with your dear grandfather, you can do it yourself! I'm sorry to say that I will It’s okay to be a microphone, and I’m still not satisfied!”

"...I come and I come."

Arnold paused, as if to embolden himself, and then said to the great inventor using the most suitable and comfortable frequencies and tones of the human auditory system according to statistics: "I found that these attackers belonged to a cult called Celephis." Groups. They think that the current world is a false, ugly shell, and only those who are devout enough and have made enough sacrifices to the true God can be redeemed, and enter the real and beautiful kingdom life through the gate of ivory.”

"Bullshit." Hydera angrily scolded the little white-eyed wolf who had worked so hard to raise him, but at this moment completely turned against him.

"Well done, Arnold, don't imitate your unreliable Boss."

Tony Stark praised his small quantum brain without hesitation, and at the same time received the happy cheers of the small quantum brain praised by the idol and the white eyes of Hydera who completely turned into a sour lemon.

He flipped through the more detailed information sent by Arnold and gave an accurate evaluation.

"Sounds like a psychedelic convention organized by 80s high hippies."

The great inventor took a bite of the steaming waffle and continued speaking inarticulately.

"It's the 21st century, and there are still people who do this kind of thing, and there are so many people who believe it?"

"Don't say that some people believe it, they are willing to trample on themselves and society." Hydera pouted, "Can you imagine that there are people in the 21st century who don't use the Internet, electronic devices, credit cards, or even driving records? ? Even social security accounts show that these attackers have been missing for a long time.”

"...Where's the theater ghost?"

Tony Stark is incredible.

"Their social identities have been completely wiped out, and they live in remote suburban areas without surveillance cameras. All inquiry methods in the information society are useless to them. As you said, they are completely the Phantom of the Opera in the information society. But I'm afraid it doesn't have the artistic and passionate taste of the Phantom."

Hydra agrees with Tony Stark's disbelief.

"However, to have the ability and manpower to organize such a large-scale attack, there must be a larger organization behind them that can be found to provide financial support."

Tony Stark tried hard to recall the rich man who was involved in such things in his impression, and had to lose after racking his brains.

"...But I haven't heard of it at all."

"And that's the problem. There's absolutely no evidence they have links to any organization or individual outside of this group."

Having said that, Hydera paused.

"Even Arnold can't find out."

"Although I am very reluctant to admit it, it is true," Arnold continued: "I cannot trace their source of funds. So it is not ruled out that they use paper records and use cash settlement to run the organization."

Tony Stark frowned.

Things get a little tricky.

"If they firmly believe that the current world is false, and hope to reach the real world through sacrifices... this kind of extreme and dangerous organization will definitely launch a large-scale attack again."

"Yes." Hydera nodded, "I suggest dealing with it as soon as possible."

"In fact, this does not fall under the jurisdiction of the Avengers. The consensus we have reached with Congress is that unless necessary, the Avengers are not allowed to get involved in non-special cases, and attacks launched by ordinary people are included in non-special cases."

Tony Stark rubbed his temples with a headache, "I need to hand over the information, although I don't think they can find out more."

Hydera nodded in understanding.

"Functional conflicts, I understand. Like Space Watch, Time Patrol, and Green Lantern Corps. In order to avoid unnecessary friction, we try to draw clear jurisdictions-do I need to hand over the data to the Department of Homeland Security?"

Tony nodded, and added: "Remember to get yourself out of it, Batuk, Batuk?—Batuk! Come back!"

He snapped his fingers at the agent who was sitting in a daze, and the man immersed in his thoughts woke up, and almost jumped up because of the loud noise that suddenly approached his ears.

"Yes, Mr. Stark, I'm here," Grant Bartook immediately remedied, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Report this to Fury and ask him to help Hydera prepare a fake identity of a S.H.I.E.L.D. employee to prevent an investigation by the Homeland Security Agency... Speaking of which, what have you been shaking?"

The handsome agent tried his best to smile naturally.

"It's a bit cold, I'll add some clothes and pour a cup of hot water first, and then I'll make a phone call."

……cold?

Tony Stark looked at the sluggish back of Grant Bartuk, and then turned his head to look at the indoor environment adjustment screen.

25 degrees, is it cold?

The author says:

Celephus: A story about a human soul traveling through past worlds—or imaginary kingdoms—from the father of Cthulhu, and leaving the shell of the body behind, doesn’t it look like san’s value? Empty(.

Grant: I'm cold with her.

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