Marvel turns into Iron Man

By the time Miss Stark returned to the Stark Industrial Building from the Osborne Industrial Group, it was already [-]:[-] p.m. on Saturday.

If it weren't for the green Franklin to lead the way, I am afraid that there would be no lawyers helping to confirm the equity transfer agreement at such a late hour.

After Miss Stark returned to the Stark Industrial Building, Jarvis suddenly jumped out, showing a wave of presence.

"Miss, do you still remember the letter you sent to Mr. Wilson Fisk, the other party has replied and welcomes your visit at any time."

"He has already canceled the schedule for tomorrow, and will be waiting for you at the headquarters of Fisk International Financial Group anytime."

With Jarvis' confirmation, the stone in Miss Stark's heart finally fell to the ground - she was still a little worried about it.

After all, Wilson Fisk is the godfather of the underworld in New York. Although he has an identity as a cover outside, will he really meet him?

In the past, under the protection of the Stark Industries Group, she had little contact with the dark side of the outside world.

But after she accepted those memory fragments from another world, she also grew up overnight.

No matter what the result is, Miss Stark must meet Wilson Fisk, that is, Kim, formally.

However, it was almost midnight now, so there was no point in thinking about it, so she simply went to bed.

It's a pity - after Miss Stark's dream has entered, there are many things that have changed in places she can't see.

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The bone age of Norman Osborn's body, whose Green Goblin factor was swallowed by the Extremis virus, is rapidly regressing. His hair mixed with a little gray and white has turned into thick black hair, and the wrinkles on his face have disappeared. He has regained his youth overnight. To his youngest and strongest moment.

In Midtown New York, Peter Parker, a high school graduating high school student who is about to graduate from high school, also lost his youthful appearance overnight. In just a few minutes, he grew from a child to a superhero who has been a superhero for many years. His girlfriend, Mary Jane, is an adult college student who has graduated from Empire State University less than a year ago.

On the Brooklyn Bridge, on the banks of the Hudson River, in the Prison on Lake Island, as if everyone had never heard of it, a few new faces appeared in the cells of the prison inexplicably, Alexey Mikhail Lovech Sisevich, Macdonald Gargan, Schulman Hertz, no one knows how these guys got here, but everyone knows these guys, Rhino, Scorpion People, horror, they're all the nemesis of New York City's friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

New York City has also undergone earth-shaking changes. Some neighborhoods that did not exist have appeared in some places, and some buildings have also appeared inexplicably. For example, a homeless shelter in central Brooklyn, and another in New York City. Mechanical Technology Laboratory funded by the government.

However, the local people don't think there are any strange places. Those places that seem to pop up suddenly overnight, they seem to have been here countless times, and they are very familiar with them.

Even Captain America Steve Rogers, who completed rehabilitation activities, made up for missed historical knowledge in the secret service school, and worked with S.H.I.E.L.D. Incorporated into the rapid reaction force of the New York branch of S.H.I.E.L.D., however, he was the only one in this team.

It was a weird but peaceful night. After Miss Stark fell asleep peacefully, it seemed that the whole world had changed drastically around Miss Stark after she fell asleep peacefully. Only Miss Stark herself, who was already asleep, There is no problem with the billions of points - when she changes the future of this world, the future of this world will naturally change for her.

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Early the next morning, Miss Stark, who washed up and changed into a new suit, set off alone for the Upper West Side of Manhattan Island.

The headquarters building of Fisker International Financial Group, a ten-story skyscraper, is located in another block not far from Wall Street.

When Miss Stark saw Wilson Fisk himself at the headquarters of Fisk International Financial Group, she was actually a little surprised.

In front of him, the black body like a hill, and the round head that is completely asymmetrical to the body, is it really Jin Bin?

Miss Stark has never met Wilson Fisk, and even in her memory, she only knows that this person is the sworn enemy of Spider-Man.

However, looking at this muscular hill who could only wear specially tailored clothes, she really didn't know what to say.

Wilson Fisk looked ferocious, but his conversation was very gentlemanly, and he couldn't tell that he was also a person who had been on the streets.

Perhaps, almost all those who can climb to his position value style and conversation, if they don't want to be despised by people of the same class.

Fortunately—Miss Stark did not forget the purpose of her visit today, so she immediately started a business negotiation with Wilson Fisk.

The meeting lasted for nearly half an hour, and Miss Stark was constantly drawing a business blueprint for Wilson Fisk.

"As for your proposal—to be honest, I'm very interested, Miss Stark, but I have one more question."

Although he has a fleshy face, if you can get to know Fisk, you will find that Fisk is a very funny and talkative person.

"I'm very concerned. Why did you choose a real estate company under our company for a joint venture?"

In just half an hour of communication, Miss Stark has already noticed that Wilson Fisk is a person with business acumen.

He's not as easygoing as Norman Osborn, and he's suspicious of things -- tricky, but not difficult.

Wilson Fisk's office...occupies the top floor of the company building, or perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it the office.

On the other hand, perhaps it was because a normal-sized sofa could hardly bear his size.

The sofas here are all full-size beanbags, and you can sink into them just by getting close.

Leaning gently on the orange-red beanbag sofa in the office, Miss Stark's slender legs overlapped gracefully.

"To be honest, the reason why I chose to come here to discuss this matter with you is entirely due to your personal charm."

What is different from the past is that for this business negotiation, today's Miss Stark has shed her past casual attire.

She put on a black lady's small business suit with a rather official style - a black one-step skirt covered the upper part of her knees, revealing a pair of white and slender legs, delicate but smooth, combined with a pair of three-inch black high-heeled shoes, giving people A decent image.

The conversation may have reached a critical moment, however, outside the window, there were bustling voices from downstairs.

The intercom phone placed on the desk rang suddenly, Miss Stark hesitated to speak, and Fisk's face obviously darkened.

Damn—are these people out of their minds, don't you know that I'm here to talk to the heir of Stark Industries about work? !

It's just that although his good upbringing made him annoyed, he didn't show it in front of a lady.

Fisk made a soft apology, and after Miss Stark nodded in agreement, he went behind the desk and answered the phone.

Looking at Wilson Fisk who was talking on the phone in a low voice, Miss Stark's eyes had already become interested, and she picked up the tablet computer she had placed on the coffee table.

Fisk made this phone call for a long time, so long that Ms. Stark had already hacked into the network of Fisk Building and the monitoring probes around the building with her tablet computer.

At this moment, on the ground floor of the headquarters building of Fisker International Financial Group, many police cars of the New York City Police Department have been surrounded, and it seems that something is not right, but Miss Stark has no intention of leaving, just interested Want to see what's next.

"I'm sorry, Miss Stark, you came at a really bad time today—"

A few minutes later, Fisk hung up the phone with a livid face, then took a deep breath, and his face returned to normal.

And all his performances were seen by Miss Stark, and her evaluation of the godfather of the underworld rose a bit in her heart.

Under such circumstances, he can still maintain a gentlemanly demeanor in front of ladies. It is no accident that Wilson Fisk can climb to his current position.

"It seems that it's not a coincidence that I came here, right, Mr. Jin Bin—"

This time, Miss Stark never called him Mr. Fisk, but simply called him another title.

Wilson Fisk just stared straight at her, but the expression on his face didn't fluctuate in any way.

The title of Jin Bin is not unusual to people of some classes, even Wilson Fisk is nothing to those people.

And Miss Stark, the future heir of Stark Industries, the largest military enterprise in the United States, is naturally a member of that class.

Fisk wasn't surprised that Miss Stark called him another name, but just thought it was very interesting.

"Since you know my identity, you should know that my enemies are never in the minority, Miss Stark."

"This time, they came towards me, but I'm more interested in another thing than those."

"Since you know my identity, why did you ask me, a mafia boss, to discuss business cooperation?"

He stared at Miss Stark closely, as if he wanted to expose her completely under his gaze.

"As I said before, the reason why I chose to come here to discuss this matter with you is entirely due to your personal charm."

Facing Fisk's bold gaze, Miss Stark just smiled lightly, shrugged slightly and replied.

"You're in trouble, and I don't want my business partners in trouble, do you want me to help you?"

"I'm not so low as to bother you, miss, but I don't want you to be hurt because of me."

After hearing Miss Stark's words, Wilson Fisk slowly shook his head, but he opened his desk and cabinet.

"They're coming for me, so, if you don't mind—I can only wrong you."

Seeing a pair of gleaming silver handcuffs in Fisk's hand, Miss Stark narrowed her eyes, and her smile became a little weird.

What the hell, what is Fisk trying to do, tie me up, this weird unfolding—wait, this is an opportunity.

It is the official forces in New York City who want to take action against Wilson Fisk, and may also involve high-level political and business circles.

Think about it, if the news broke that the heir to Stark Industries was kidnapped by the New York City underworld tycoon in this matter.

I am afraid that it will also deal a blow to the reputation of Stark Industries Group, which will eventually lead to fluctuations in the stock price of Stark Industries Group.

Perhaps this is the best time to attack the reputation of the group's board of directors, and perhaps some shareholders will sell their shares to invest in others.

If there are really loose stocks appearing on the market, then of course I can take this opportunity to swallow all the loose stocks.

Of course, this is only the best result - the worst, at least it can disgust the group of idiots on the board of directors of the group.

Countless thoughts flashed through her mind for a moment, but in the end she smiled happily and decided to cooperate with his performance.

"Of course, I don't mind this way of getting away—and I quite understand your difficulties."

As she spoke, she slowly stood up from the sofa, took the handcuffs thrown by Fisk, and put them on for herself.

Hmm...it's actually not a professional police weapon, but a kind of sex toy, which can be broken away with a little effort.

Maybe there were other women here who used the handcuffs, but Miss Stark didn't care about those problems.

A few minutes later, several Fisk's men dressed as riot police broke into the office.

They didn't have any decent weapons in their hands. A few of them only had a Remington M780 and two explosion-proof shields the size of door panels.

"Wait a while, when the police attack, you pretend to be policemen and sneak into the police team, and send her down."

"Protect her for me. If this lady loses a hair, I will send you to see God."

Standing in front of a group of disguised policemen, Fisk ordered them to do their jobs, and then added viciously as if he remembered something.

"I'm really sorry for today's situation, Miss Stark, and I hope you won't have any other opinions about me."

Immediately afterwards, Wilson Fisk turned around again, looking at Miss Stark whose hands were clasped behind his back, with an apologetic look on his face.

The woman in front of her was here to discuss business with her, and even Wilson Fisk was very tempted by the business she described.

It's a pity that the situation couldn't keep up with the changes. The sudden incident made it too late for him to arrange the helicopter to leave, and the police had already sealed off the entire building.

If he wanted to send Miss Stark away, he could only choose such a disgraceful method—fortunately, the other party agreed.

"I look forward to meeting you next time, Mr. Kimbin, you are really interesting."

No matter what happened between Miss Stark and Wilson Fisk, it has become inevitable that Jin has been tricked.

As for what happened to this matter, no one knows, but at this moment, there is a superhero on the way.

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"All teams, activate the four-level mobilization order, and the target location is the headquarters of the Fisker International Financial Group."

Peter Parker was woken up by the monitoring program he wrote in the mobile phone—he was still a little angry.

However, when he heard Fisk's name, the waking up in the morning completely disappeared.

Wilson Fisk, an old opponent he has been eyeing for several years, but now this guy is in trouble, interesting.

Peter Parker jumped out of the bed in his rented house with a carp, but he only had a pair of shorts on his body.

At this time, Peter Parker was no longer the brat who had met Miss Stark not long ago.

Perhaps it was precisely because of Miss Stark's bottomless modification of the future that at this moment, he became an adult in a blink of an eye.

Only Peter Parker's uncle Ben Parker, who was rescued by Miss Stark, is still living with Aunt May.

It's just that Peter Parker didn't seem to feel any strangeness about himself suddenly becoming an adult.

In his memory, seven years had passed since he acquired the spider gene.

No one noticed the change in him, just as no one noticed the change in New York.

Putting the spider silk launcher bracelets thrown on the table on the wrists of both hands, Peter changed into his battle uniform.

He casually took out a piece of sliced ​​bread from the cupboard and put it in his mouth. He tried hard to put the battle clothes on his legs.

However, the battle suit is tight after all, it is very troublesome to wear, but the time is tight, if you don't hurry up, you may not be able to catch up.

While thinking about it, Peter Parker quickly changed into his battle suit, took off the hood and put it on his head.

Although the headgear is wrapped, the photosensitive panel on the eye mask allows him to see the outside clearly.

This high-tech battle suit was designed by himself, and he spent the money he earned from working during the summer vacation.

With the full activation of the control system of the battle suit hood, his gaze also fell on the letter stuffed in at the door of the room.

Wherever he looked, the monitoring probe on the blindfold enlarged the line on the envelope and displayed it in front of him.

It was a reminder note with the signature of the landlord, but at this time, I was really embarrassed, so I didn't have the money to pay the rent.

"Urban SWAT team has arrived, situation 10-14, all units on standby, search warrant is on the way."

However, the voice of the New York Police dispatcher came out again from the communication hijacking software in the mobile phone.

The situation has become more and more complicated. If it is delayed, the situation will definitely become more troublesome.

Thinking of this, Peter couldn't help but withdrew his hand that was about to pick up the payment reminder, and looked out the window.

There was no longer any further delay - the wrist was flipped, and two out-of-the-box spider webs stuck to the sides of the window.

The spider silk used by Peter has nothing to do with spiders in nature.

This is a liquid synthesized by special means, stored in the spider silk emitter, and compressed to a subatomic state by high energy.

It only needs to activate the spider silk emitter through variable frequency current, and the substances that can form spider silk can be released instantly.

The liquid forms a subatomic state under high pressure, and the moment it is emitted, it changes from a subatomic state to a gas.

The gas then rubs against the air in the atmosphere, and the heat turns the gas from a liquid to a solid.

What ends up forming is Spider-Man's silk - but it doesn't last long and will dissolve soon.

The most fundamental reason is that the material that forms the spider silk is in a liquid state at room temperature.

Friction with air produces spider silk, and after the spider silk cools down, it will naturally turn into liquid and disappear.

This is also the fundamental reason why his spider silk has not covered the entire New York City even now.

Two extremely resilient spider threads stuck to both sides of the window, dragging Peter out of the room.

Afterwards, he swung the swing through the spider's thread, and "flyed" towards Wall Street near the scene of the crime.

The situation on the road was not good, and many New York police helicopters were flying in the direction of Manhattan Island.

Fortunately——as Spider-Man, Peter also has his own eyeliner inside the New York City Police Department.

As the crystallization of technology, the mask auxiliary system of the battle suit can naturally achieve the communication connection like a mobile phone.

Soon, Peter Parker called his eyeliner inside the New York City Police Department.

He had to figure out what the police in New York City had done and what it looked like.

On the other end of the phone, at the ground floor of the headquarters building of Fisk International Financial Group, the police have completely surrounded the building.

"I'm sorry to call you when you were busy. I heard that you are planning to storm Jin Bin's lair?"

"Of course not, but we have surrounded the building and are waiting for a search warrant to arrive."

The one who spoke was Yuri Watanabe, a Japanese female police chief of the New York City Police Department, who was Peter's assistant.

Although Yuri Watanabe's emotions were well controlled, Peter still heard a hint of anxiety in her tone.

On the ground floor of the Fisk Building, the situation is indeed a bit troublesome - there are crowds of onlookers, New Yorkers, and the news media everywhere.

Almost everyone was excited by the big action of the New York City police today, and everyone was watching the development of the incident.

Only Yuri Watanabe, who has the highest authority on the scene, knows that this situation is really dangerous.

"Wait a minute, I'll be in Manhattan soon, please exercise restraint and don't be impulsive."

"What are you doing here, this is not something you can participate in, wait - Fisk's men rushed out?!"

The communication stopped abruptly, and Peter, who was still on his way to Manhattan Island in the city center, was visibly taken aback.

He didn't expect Jin Bing's people to be so reckless, the whole building was surrounded by the police, and they dared to rush out?

However, his subordinates are a group of desperadoes, and I am afraid they are all carrying weapons. The police in New York City may be in danger.

In fact, it was similar to what Peter thought. Before the police launched a surprise search, Fisk's men had already arrived.

This is a group of fully armed lunatics wearing body armor, submachine guns, and even heavy weapons like RPGs.

God knows how many munitions Fisk has hidden in the building. At this moment, even the police surrounding the building are a little at a loss.

Although the number of police officers in the police is obviously much larger than that of Fisk's men, the police only brought pistols and explosion-proof shields.

Originally, no one would have thought that Fisk would resist like this—the two sides are obviously not equal in power, and the situation is getting more and more difficult.

PS:

This is indeed the best reason why everything related to Spider-Man has been changed-because she took two Infinity Stones before everyone else, so she changed the established future and let the future go to her unexpected ending