[Comprehensive British and American] Space Patrolman Hydra

"Something strange..."

Tony Stark sat in the fighter plane, staring at the satellite radar imaging remote sensing display in front of him, frowning.

"According to the coordinates, we should be near the mobile satellite launch platform."

— but the satellite detectors did not show any corresponding targets.

"Optical scanners, infrared detectors and anti-stealth detectors are also useless."

Grant Bartook walked in from the cockpit, dropped the detector in his hand, and reported the search situation.

"Neither the Quinjet fighter that the captain was on, nor the mobile satellite launch platform, there is no trace—it seems to have disappeared out of thin air."

"According to the signal for help, it was only two hours before the Avengers communication channel..."

Tony Stark shook his head, "Whether it's sinking into the sea or shifting its course, it's impossible to leave no trace."

"Let me try—open the hatch."

Hydra said.

Grant Bartuk opened the door of the fighter plane without hesitation.The blonde girl stood up, her dark blue cloak drooping along with her movement, and was blown back by the surging wind pouring into the fighter plane along with her golden hair.Hydera didn't seem to be bothered by the strong wind at all.She easily stood firmly and grasped the hatch, leaned out of the fighter plane with most of her body, and her eyes were shining with golden light.The Hydera nervous system and the Arnold Quantum Network are linked together, covering and scanning the entire sea area, densely packed data covering the entire field of vision, and flowing and updating quickly.

She looked around briefly, her eyes fixed.

"Isn't this here? It's such a big area—"

Hydera stretched out her finger and accurately pointed to a calm sea.

"what is this?"

"You mean the Pacific Ocean? Or the Huoshaoyun?"

Grant Bartook, who came up to her, yelled in the wind.

"No, I mean that thing on the sea—"

The wind was too loud, and Hydera also shouted in response.

Grant Bartook raised his binoculars upon hearing this, and opened his eyes wide to search again.

"... nothing?"

"It's right there, overwhelming black—ah, can't you see it?"

Hydera was stunned, and then frowned, her relaxed appearance became cautious, and she carefully looked at the abnormalities in her vision again.

Tony Stark turned off the screen to activate the armor, and the dark red and gold Mark43 spread to cover his body.He walked to the side of the two, turned on the scanning mode of the eye armor and looked in the direction Hydera was pointing.

As expected, nothing.

"What do you see?"

he asks.

"Edwin, share with me some of the Mark 43's built-in vision; Grant, bring your scanning mirror."

Hydera shared his vision through Arnold.

"Come and see for yourself."

The eyes of Tony Stark and Grant Bartuk suddenly dimmed.

They stared at the abnormal scene in their field of vision, with astonished expressions and dignified eyes.

"...What the hell?"

Tony Stark murmured.

——The first thing that catches the eyes is black.

Large patches of black.

Blinding black.

An eerie black mist—or a storm, an upside-down liquid, a semi-solidified gel—was dipping from the red sky into the deep sea.Twisting, circling, boiling, shining with a terrifying unknown luster.

Just looking at it makes people feel cold and creepy.

"Wait—is that a Quinjet up there?"

Grant Bartuk found something and looked down at the sea.

"The following is the mobile satellite launch platform?"

This ominous darkness can turn the Quinjet fighter jets high in the sky, equipped with high-altitude turbine engines and accelerated jet engines, loaded with missiles, and the mobile satellite launch platform in the sea, which is also equipped with military countermeasures systems, like two Bound and coerced like a rat, and turned all search equipment into useless waste.

"What is this?"

Grant Bartook's eyebrows furrowed and tightened.

"......magic?"

He could only think of the group of mages in Nepal.

"Let me taste it."

Hydera stretched out her fingers to face the wind, and after a while retracted her fingers and licked them with her tongue, smacked her lips, and then said "Bah bah bah bah" in disgust.

"It's not magic. Magic is usually sweet. This thing tastes like mud. It's disgusting."

Tony Stark: "...magic still smells?"

Hydera: "Everything has a taste. For example, your arc reactor has a rich chocolate flavor with a nutty aroma. It tastes good and provides a lot of energy, just like a Snickers energy bar... Um, suddenly I'm a little hungry."

Tony Stark: "Wait, when did you try my arc reactor???"

"I beg you, figure out the key points, can we talk about food after saving people?"

Grant Bartuk couldn't help rolling his eyes, deeply troubled by the divergent thinking of the two freak children.

"Not to mention the technicians who may still be stranded on the ship, the captain Natasha is still leading a special force team waiting for our support. Do you think they are so leisurely now that they are waiting for us while frying steak?"

Hydera, who continued to describe the taste, was drawn back to focus.

"Speaking of which, what did the help message say? Did you mention any abnormalities?"

she asked Tony Stark.

Tony Stark shook his head.

"Edwin, call out the message—it's strange to say, the message has no point, it's all nonsense..."

The great inventor casually glanced at the call for help information in the built-in field of vision, and suddenly stopped.

He seemed to grasp the point of this seemingly illogical message, but without the clarity of thought that would unravel it.

"What does the message say?"

"...Be careful."

The inventor read slowly.

"And watch the shadow."

"Watch out for shadows?"

Grant Bartook was puzzled.

"What does it mean?"

Contrary to the agent, Hydera's expression slowly sank.

"If you're careful about shadows...that's trouble."

"why?"

"It's almost twenty o'clock now, and it's getting dark."

Tony Stark looked at the sun that was about to sink into the sea level, and answered instead of Hydera.

"—who can notice shadows after dark?"

When they were talking, no one noticed that directly below them, on the sparkling dark sea, behind every bright wave was a shadow like ink, quietly approaching them shadow.

"--damn it!"

The agent rolled on the ground in embarrassment, narrowly avoiding the shadows covering him.

"What the hell is this!"

The young agent, who has been highly stressed for more than 30 consecutive hours, is now at the end of his battle. He panted exhaustedly, stretched out his hand to support the wall exhaustedly, and tried to use his strength to stand up slowly.

"Stay away from walls!"

Suddenly, he was caught by a huge force and thrown into the light without any warning. He couldn't help but let out a painful moan during the violent impact.

"what happened?"

Natasha Romanov in front turned her head.

"Look at the wall."

Steve Rogers' voice was grim and stormy.

When the young agent's hand barely touched the wall, the soldier who was on alert took a special look, and found a terrible strangeness in the blink of an eye.

"—your hand is slowly approaching the wall, but the shadow's hand is not slowly approaching you."

The shadow stopped there, stretched out its hand, and waited silently.

The agent who was thrown out opened his eyes wide, and panickedly looked towards the position where he was standing just now.

—and gasped.

He had long been thrown out of there by Captain America.

——Then, under the dim light, that shadow on the wall...whose is it?

Under everyone's vigilant gaze, the creepy and creepy shadow, which didn't look alike at all, writhed, receded slowly, and disappeared into the darkness behind.

The young agent breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize that he was already dripping with cold sweat.

"Compute shadows."

Steve Rogers was tense from spirit to muscle like a fully drawn bow. He looked around at the agents around him and warned in a solemn voice.

"Keep in mind that if you want to survive, count the shadows around you."

"......team leader."

Natasha Romanoff suddenly spoke up.

"what happened?"

Steve Rogers turned his head.

The red-haired agent pointed to the front of the corridor and took a step back.

The direction they are going from far to near, the lights are going out one by one.

—coming toward them.

"......run!!!"

Steve Rogers yelled momentarily, pointing to the nearest sidewalk.

"Go there - run fast!!!"

The agents who reacted hurriedly ran with all their might, and the young agent who had just survived and collapsed on the ground was a step behind and fell behind.

"team leader--"

The lights went out faster and faster, and the darkness was about to catch up with him.

"Take my hand—"

Steve Rogers slowed down, stretched his hand back, grabbed the warm arm and pulled forward like lightning, protecting the tired young man in front of him, and galloped like lightning.

He pressed his hand on the young agent's back, and the tactical bag that had just been stained with a little darkness had been completely reduced to dust.

But those who ran in front looked at the heavy security door closed in front of them, and fell into deeper despair.

The front is a secure area that requires a special identification card.

"Identification, error. You are not qualified to enter the front area."

"Identification, error. You are not qualified to enter the front area."

"Identification, error. You are not qualified to enter the front area."

In anger, Natasha Romanov punched the identification platform with her fist and shouted back.

"Captain, the door is locked!"

"Collide!"

"We can't break through it! This door is made of next-generation Mandela metal! It's not much weaker than the shield in your hand!"

The next-generation mandrake metal, at the expense of a certain degree of quality and durability, greatly reduces the manufacturing cost compared to the real edman metal, as long as enough powerful weapons or creatures continue to attack, it can make the It deforms, even breaks it.

But a slight decrease in quality does not mean that it can be threatened by manpower, a few guns, or even a few grenades.

Behind Steve Rogers, the porch lights went out faster and faster, and finally the sound of light bulbs flickering and exploding almost became a dense drumbeat.

"Natasha deciphered the safety lock! Team A! Shoot at the crack of the door! Team B pried open the door at both ends, and Team C joined me! I counted three two one and hit the middle crack! Three—two—one—"

Steve Rogers, who was running wildly, threw the agent sideways and smashed himself towards the security door with all his might.

The bones were squeezed suddenly and let out a painful and dull whine.

"Again! Three—two—one—"

There was an overwhelmed crisp sound.

"Three—two—one—"

The door was slightly opened, and the brilliant light that was no less than heaven to them at this time was spilled out.

"It's almost—"

"The shadow is coming!!!"

The agent, who was about to stand up and knock on the door again, glimpsed the darkness close at hand, and let out a scream full of fear.

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