[Comprehensive British and American] Space Patrolman Hydra

"Sir, it was monitored that Director Nick Fury was attacked on Fourth Avenue. The enemy used rocket launchers, heavy machine guns and other heavy weapons."

Edwin reports.

Tony Stark's fingers flying on the screen stopped immediately.

"...how is Fury doing?"

"Unable to detect. The other party has shut down all monitoring equipment within 1000 meters, and cannot seize control."

After a pause, Edwin said again.

"However, based on an analysis of the 911 lines, there were at least eight civilian casualties in the vicinity."

"...that's how they started a war? On Fourth Avenue?"

Tony Stark frowned, unable to understand Hydra's madness.

"Are they crazy? That's Park Avenue! The road is full of civilians resting and sightseeing!"

"Welcome to the world of Hydra."

Grant Batuk twitched the corner of his mouth, expressing that he was used to it.

"A cold, self-centered ultimate world."

As the handsome agent spoke, he pulled out the SIG556xi assault rifle from behind.

"Crack."

The magazine snaps in.

"clatter."

Open insurance.

"...what are you doing?"

Tony Stark looked at the agent who pointed his gun at him, eyes wide open, confused.

"I thought we were done?"

"We've hit it off."

Grant Batuk held the gun steadily, and smiled lowly at the genuine bewilderment on the inventor's face.

"But the consequence of our negotiation is that the negotiation with Hydra collapsed."

His finger pulled back on the trigger.

"Edwin, open the window!—"

Mr. Butler, who had no reaction delay, opened the rear glass at the same time.

"Bang bang bang bang!!!—"

Without blinking, Mr. Agent shot the inventor in the back.

"Ding ding ding ding-"

The bullet casings fell to the ground, clanging.

The barrel of the gun heats up violently due to the friction of high-speed shooting.

Outside the window, Tony Stark's helicopter, which pointed at Tony Stark with its loader gun, fell rapidly.

The driver inside was shot dead by agents on the spot.

"What the fuck—"

Tony Stark just realized what happened.

"When did they come here?!"

"Signal jammer, Tony. I know you have made a series of anti-strike designs for electromagnetic shielding, but Hydra has the most advanced technology independently developed, and the most advanced technology developed by S.H.I.E.L.D. and even the entire country."

Empty magazines fell on the floor, and Grant Bartook put in fresh ones, said.

"So put on your armor immediately, activate all the countermeasures, and be careful at all times. Hydra has at least thirteen countermeasures against you."

Tony Stark: "..."

The inventor silently put on the strongest suit of his latest design.

"Has the Skynet invasion succeeded?"

asked Grant Bartook.

"No."

Tony Stark shook his head, "The system of the Skynet project is closed to the outside world, and there is no access channel. At least it cannot be invaded from outside the database."

"Then let's withdraw. We can't stay here, the building can't prevent Hydra."

Grant Bartook made a quick decision.

"It's too late to take the elevator, you take me to the window."

Tony Stark felt for a moment that he couldn't keep up with the thinking of young people.

"Wait, wait, boy, do you have any misunderstandings about the equipment of the Avengers?"

He waved his hand and said amusedly.

"The Avengers Tower has the most advanced counter-strike weapon system—"

The next second the inventor shut up.

He pulled Grant Bartuk into the air with great force, raised his hand and smashed the opposite window with a cannon, the engine ran to its maximum load, rushed out of the building, and dived crazily.

"Hollymy shit!"

Full of inconceivable and shocking, soul-striking shouts erupted from the steel armor.

"They actually used missiles directly???"

——Where the helicopter fell just now, three fighter jets loaded with missiles rose slowly.

"Welcome to the crazy world of Hydra—"

Grant Bartook yelled in the strong air current.

"—they are a bunch of complete lunatics!"

"boom!!!"

—The missile hits the Avengers Tower.

The flames, smoke, and reinforced concrete exploded into a signal cloud brighter than the sun, spreading and rolling in the sky above Manhattan, and continued to linger.

The war started.

Clinton Button, who hurried back from the suburbs, heard a deafening roar.

He looked up to see the thick smoke from the top of the Avengers, glimpsed the steel glass falling from the sky and smashed into the road, and heard the screams and cries in the distance.

There was only one thought in my head.

"Ding--"

The communicator in his pocket rang, and he immediately picked it up to connect.

"Clinton!"

Heavy panting came from the other side of the communication, and the sound was intermittent.

"Go to Captain and Stark—"

"Fry?!"

The agent squeezed the comm.

"Where are you now, how are you injured...and what's going on?!"

"—Stop Skynet! Tell Stark..."

Nick Fury suppressed the pain, gritted his teeth, and struggled to squeeze out the next sentence.

"The Skynet project...is a fake shell!"

"A bunch of lunatics! A bunch of lunatics! A bunch of lunatics!"

Tony Stark shuttled among the streets and buildings, wandering around to avoid bullets and missiles, gnashing his teeth and cursing.

Helicopters, fighter jets.

Ordinary vehicles, police vehicles, ambulances, fire trucks.

Passers-by, shop owners, police, ambulance personnel.

——It’s all fucking Hydras!

He turned around and hid behind the building. Before he could catch his breath, two missiles fired from behind hit the building, and the load-bearing wall collapsed instantly with an overwhelmed whine, almost crushing him in the ruins.

"I cover you!"

Grant Batuk shuttled around the roof, took out the prepared grenade in the tactical bag, pulled out the ring with his teeth and threw it vigorously. The mechanical grenade deformed in the air, automatically locked on the target and stretched out. Get out of the cage and hold on tight to the fighter that's following Tony Stark.

"boom!"

The fighter plane fell with billowing black smoke.

Gaining a moment of respite, Tony Stark immediately manipulated the suit to rise.

"Laser guided tracking deployment system activated."

"The shoulder machine gun is turned out, the portable laser weapon is turned out, the surface-to-air missile is ready, thirteen targets are locked, the positioning is completed, the chest cluster gun is turned on, and released to maximum power."

"30.00%, 60.00%, 80.00%, [-]%, completely liberated."

The prompt activation sounds sounded one after another, densely covered so that the front and rear sound waves could not be distinguished at all. Tony Stark stood above the sky, and the arc pulse cannon in the palm of his hand was fully operating.

"Fire!!!"

He ordered.

next second.

Bullets, shells, missiles, and lasers roared out of the steel like a honeycomb.

Rumbling shots and explosions resounded in all directions.

The sky and ground of New York exploded with golden and red fireworks.

The earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking.

"Sky, Clear."

The inventor stared at the empty radar detection image with flat eyes, said.

Large and small fireworks fell down one after another, and New York seemed to be bathed in a rain of fire that purified everything.

"Roof, Clear!"

Grant Bartook, wearing an infrared scanner on his head, stood in the golden-red rain, searched around, and said.

"One kilometer range on the ground—Clear."

A hoarse voice breaks into the comm channel.

"Natasha?"

Tony Stark recognized the voice's owner.

"Hope I'm not late, boys."

The red hair was lifted by the flames and heat, like the most ardent rose blooming.Holding the gun steadily, Natasha Romanov entered the field of vision of the two boys standing high from a blind spot in the shadows.

"It's not too late."

Tony Stark grinned.

"I received your assembly message. Although I am on vacation, and I have repeatedly emphasized with you before leaving that you should not call me back, but because of the critical situation, I will not settle accounts with you for the time being."

The red-haired agent succinctly said, green eyes flickering with fire.

"Hold on a little longer, others are coming."

Tony Stark: "...Wait, what do you mean by that, you're going to find me to settle accounts later? If you're wronged, you've got a debtor, don't look for me, the captain ordered it."

Natasha Romanoff: "Find him when you're done :)."

"Very helpful."

The great inventor in the sky lamented exaggeratedly, and Grant Bartuk on the roof slid down the water pipe to the ground, turned around and faced Natasha Romanov back to back, one behind the other, vigilant about the surrounding situation.

"Where's Captain and Fury?"

the red-haired agent asked.

"The captain went to transfer the relevant people and is about to return; Fury was attacked on Fourth Avenue and his whereabouts are unknown."

Mr. Agent replied.

Natasha Romanov nodded and said to those above who were still complaining.

"Now, Tony, move now, we need a wider battlefield. The people who guide the civilians to escape are not in place, and we can't fight in the city where the civilians have not evacuated."

Tony Stark immediately stopped making jokes, quickly retrieved nearby maps, and locked on a suitable combat area that was open and uninhabited.

"At eight o'clock, move two kilometers—"

He said to the team channel until he heard some strange sound.

"Drip drip-"

Not the sound of the armor itself.

It was beside him, at a close distance, something was making a sound.

"...what?" He was in heaven!

The great inventor looked around, and finally found a flashing small device on his arm that he didn't know when it was stuck.

"This is..." What the hell?

"—Ping!!!"

"...Tony?!"

There was a scream of electricity in the earphones, and Grant Bartuk looked up in astonishment, and saw a firework exploding from the place where the steel suit was in the sky above.

"Stark? Stark! Tony!"

Natasha Romanoff cried anxiously: "Call back!"

There was no response on the communication channel, the red-haired agent quickly ran towards the direction where the fireworks fell, and Mr. Agent immediately raised his feet to follow up——

"...Tony?"

——But I heard a voice from behind him that didn't belong to any ally, repeating what he called just now, the voice was hoarse and magnetic, and the ending was slightly evoked, which was very interesting.

Grant Bartuk's movements froze, and the blood on his face faded instantly, leaving a lifeless paleness.

"Da da da."

The metal soles beat the ground slowly.

--escape.

There was only one thought left in his mind.

"Da da da."

From far to near.

But his feet seemed to be glued to the ground, motionless, not listening to him at all.

"clatter."

The footsteps stopped.

His heart also went into cardiac arrest.

"I can't imagine that the unlovable little Grant who was abandoned by everyone...has become friends with the Avengers who can call each other by name?"

The woman with long dark green hair and a military uniform held a whip in her hand, staring at the slightly trembling young man standing stiffly in front of her, the corners of her lips curled up.

"Long time no see, my little soldier."

The poisonous snake tightened its neck and hissed out the snake letter.

The author says:

It's hard to keep time lately, let me tell you when I'll be busy:

Say goodbye on Sunday, hand over procedures, hold meetings, make reports, and have a send-off meal.

Take the car at [-] o'clock on Monday, and fly at [-] o'clock in the afternoon.

Flight at ten o'clock on Tuesday night.

Drive home at noon on Wednesday.

The update time during this period is uncertain, it should be at night, try to keep the daily update, just get up every morning to check the update.The number of words may be less, please forgive me.