Marvel turns into Iron Man

There is still a faint trace of smoke at the muzzle of the gun, which is the residue after the energy passed through the air and burned.

When Coulson looked up, what he saw was not his men.

Grant Ward had been rudely kicked aside, his face dazed.

In Coulson's eyes, Miss Stark just put down the sniper rifle and looked here.

"What do you think I am doing, why don't you send him to a safe place and wait for him to explode?"

Miss Stark shrugged her shoulders lightly, and threw the huge narcotic sniper rifle to Grant Ward beside her.

"Still in a daze, it's none of our business."

Without waiting for Coulson to reply, he left a faint sentence and walked outside.

Agent Ward still hadn't recovered from the kick he'd just received.

Following Miss Stark in confusion, she left the middle level of the station hall and walked towards the middle level parking lot outside.

Downstairs, Gemma Simmons and Leo Fitz barely arrived at the scene.

"It's not enough to calm him down, sir."

"Calmness is a checkpoint. If he is not dealt with well after he calms down, he will explode directly."

As Simmons said, he put his fingers lightly on Mike's neck and carefully explored his pulse.

"The narcotic bomb can save him from the crisis of explosion, and it can also buy us more time."

"Then, who can help me send him to a safe place."

After ensuring that he was simply anesthetized by the African black tree cobra toxin, she finally showed a satisfied smile.

This means that the development of the snake venom anesthesia bullet is successful and will soon be mass-produced.

If only Fitz could miniaturize the new, non-lethal stun gun for tranquilizing bullets soon.

If the upper echelon of S.H.I.E.L.D. had that brain, it would surely bring them both a considerable merit bonus.

Perhaps the security level in the Bureau can also be promoted accordingly.

The illusion is on the one hand, and so is the most important work.

With the help of Coulson and others, Mike Peterson was quickly put on a stretcher and carried into the car.

Not that he was being brought back on the Airbus, but in the car of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who came to support.

He will be sent to the research facility of S.H.I.E.L.D. in Los Angeles.

At this point, Miss Stark didn't take the initiative to stop her.

It's nothing more than that she really doesn't like Mike Peterson's level of ability.

It's better to sell favors to S.H.I.E.L.D., isn't it?

Coulson took Daisy to house Mike Peterson's son.

Specifically, it was said that it was sent to his divorced wife who lived in San Diego.

And Miss Stark also returned to the Airbus at the small airport with the rest of them.

"Target is in stable condition, your people in Los Angeles took him."

"Union Station is safe and reopened to passengers, but repairs may take some time."

Miss Stark stood in front of the huge screen, but the figure of Maria Hill was displayed on the screen.

It was supposed to be Phil Coulson reporting to the headquarters.

But the team leader at this time was asked by Miss Stark herself, so she must also take responsibility.

"The subsidy will go to the City of Los Angeles soon, but..."

"After so many years, I really can't imagine that you will help us do things."

There was a rather warm smile on Hill's face.

Once upon a time, when I first had a close contact with Miss Stark on behalf of S.H.I.E.L.D.

She was still very repulsed by the international affairs management agency established by Howard.

"Things are different, dear."

"How was your stay on that aircraft carrier? If you don't like it, you can tell me anytime."

"Dug out the left and right arms of Nick Fury's black brother, I really want to see what his expression will be."

Miss Stark paused, showing a slightly mocking smile.

The left arm is Maria Hill as an adjutant, and the right arm is naturally his beloved general Phil Coulson.

If the root of the wall was really pried away by Miss Stark, then I don't know what to blow up.

"Come on, Toni, you know that's impossible."

Hill smiled and shook his head, not paying attention to Miss Stark's joke.

"Who knows, maybe it will come true, Maria."

What she didn't know, however, was that what Miss Stark said had always been true.

"By the way, can you tell Phil something for me?"

"Of course, as long as you tell me, I can do anything."

But soon, Hill put away his flirtatious heart and put on a rather dignified expression.

As she spoke, she reached out and pulled out a thin sheet of paper from the document bag she had been holding in her arms.

"It's a project codenamed 0-84, you should know what this codename means."

Seeing Miss Stark's gradually serious expression, Hill knew that she knew exactly what that meant.

The code number 0-84 has always been a temporary code for some unknown objects of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Every time an item with the code number 0-84 appears, SHIELD agents will be dispatched as quickly as possible to recover it.

The recovered objects were then analyzed by S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Science and Technology Research and Development Department.

When the threat of the object itself is determined, different numbers will be given according to the threat level.

If the specific nature of the object cannot be identified, the code name 0-84 will follow its life.

Then it will either be sent to Argentina, where the rocket launch base code-named [Slingshot Land] will be launched into the sun for destruction.

Or.....they will be sent to the [Sandbox] base in the Sahara Desert to seal up dangerous objects.

"This 0-84 is a project report submitted by the Peruvian government. I hope we will go to confirm it."

After speaking, Hill pressed the file on a computer in the command center.

Soon, this document was scanned and appeared on the screen in front of Miss Stark.

"...Fry told you to tell me, Maria?"

Miss Stark was not looking at the document at all, but just stared quietly into Hill's eyes.

"The item code-named 0 is very important, and we must send a team to recover it as soon as possible."

"We have very few local SHIELD agents in Peru, so we can only dispatch them from China."

"The team led by Coulson was named by the chief to take charge, Toni."

For Hill's statement, Miss Stark just shrugged her shoulders lightly, indicating that she knew.

PS:

Delaying the draft for a while is cool for a while, always dragging the draft for the crematorium