The king of solo row [Comprehensive British and American]

"You don't want to ask anything?"

When the Osborn family's private plane took off, the rain in the metropolis had stopped, and the night sky was still a little gloomy, but the clouds were gradually dissipating, and a bleak moonlight had quietly emerged.

"Ask what? I asked where you hid your skateboard and you didn't answer."

The cabin was extremely warm, completely insulated from the cold of the autumn night, and Arya changed out of the rather expensive dress sponsored by her employer, and re-transformed into a common street outfit in hot summer.

Harry has no doubt that she will wear it like this in winter, "...that is actually a glider, which can be folded and controlled remotely. Although our nanotechnology has not yet been developed to Stark's level, it is still It won't be long."

"Oh, actually I didn't want to pry into your business secrets."

Master Osborne didn't care about this, he turned around, "I mean, don't you want to ask anything else?"

"You didn't ask me what my ability is." Arya blinked, "or if you think I asked something to be at ease, well, this matter doesn't actually require you to take me personally. Come, because this place is quite dangerous, does your father mind?"

She really got to the point.

"I'm coming myself."

This is the city guarded by Superman, and Superman is missing in other times except saving the world. People speculate that he must have a disguised identity to mix into the crowd, and the location is likely to be Metropolis.

At the same time, although it is not as good as New York, the probability of the metropolis encountering an alien invasion or the appearance of strange creatures is much higher than other cities.

Harry pointed to the suitcase where the skateboards were stored, "Father wasn't very keen on giving me the chance to use it, but Metropolis—"

Norman would never want his son to die no matter what, Harry insisted on doing this himself to show his importance, so that he could bring the Green Goblin skateboard over with a high-sounding sound, and when people panicked when they saw the monster appear, He is still a little bit happy, because he has the opportunity to use equipment that allows people to instantly transform into superpowers——

In fact, he has also been transformed by strengthening potions, and his physique is much improved than ordinary people, otherwise it is impossible to control this thing easily.

"I can see it," Arya nodded knowingly. "The speed and altitude may be uncomfortable for ordinary people, and in New York, I think it will be really troublesome to fly around with that."

"...do you live in Queens? Have you ever met Spider-Man?"

"Almost everyone who lives in Queens has met Spider-Man." The girl nestled on the adjustable sofa seat, pressed the button to lift the pedal below, and lay down halfway, "Why, what do you think?" Try to fight him?"

"...Spider-Man," Harry said calmly, "No, I'm just a little curious about who he is."

Arya shrugged nonchalantly.

In fact, as long as Spider-Man carries a mobile phone or any electronic product with identity information, he only needs to scan it with his mobile phone when he passes by, and his name, information and real person's avatar will be displayed on the screen.

... She wasn't even curious about who Spider-Man was, though.

There are so many cross-dressing heroes and villains in the United States and even the world, most of them are unfamiliar when they take off their masks. Knowing the identity of the other party can be used as a condition to threaten others, what else can they do?

Back in New York, Arya was busy again.

She had always placed a very important matter before, about the person who hired a killer to kill herself.

This guy completely ruined her life—

Of course, the terrorists who bombed the department store were also the culprits. However, if there were no assassinations, Arya would have lived a more comfortable life. After all, there are many people with the same name and surname in the United States. Easily be this superpower.

Instead of committing a bloody crime at the Avengers base and fleeing in embarrassment for a while, if he didn't have the ability of "Watch Dogs 2", he might have died at the bottom of the river or been dismembered and thrown into the trash can.

She has been exploring her abilities some time ago and doesn't want to spend time searching for employers because...

The website where the assassination mission was released can be obtained from the mobile phone of the Pengel traitor, which is undoubtedly the dark web.

——If you want to enter this kind of website, you need a specific browser, and that kind of thing is an artifact of private browsing. Its working principle is to jump the ip address to a series of proxies, cover up the real ip of the visitor, and prevent others people stalking.

Not completely untraceable, just pretty cumbersome.

Jumping ip layer by layer to track the node backtracking path is quite boring, and it may not be successful. Alia stared blankly at the scrolling characters and numbers, collapsed on the bed exhausted, and fell asleep clutching her phone.

A few hours later, Arya woke up with a start.

Her mind was still unclear, and she instinctively turned over and rolled out of bed in embarrassment, dodging the oncoming cold and gleaming sharp weapon, a paring knife, boning knife, beef knife, bread knife, and a complete set of kitchen knives were nailed to the bed. Pierce into the bed a few inches deep.

The next moment, a drawstring made of metal beads next to the blinds moved without wind, tightly strangled her neck, and pinned her to the wall.

Someone stood not far away and looked at her incredulously.

The man walked over unhurriedly, his expression was cold, and his frost blue eyes were chilling, like quenched sharp knives in the dimly lit room.

"The men who killed me still dare to stay in New York," he cast a condescending gaze, his eyes arrogant and sharp, "courage is commendable."

"I'm glad to see you too," Arya said, still clutching her phone, and the other person's name was displayed on the screen, "...Mr. Lanshere."

How should I put it, ordinary people also have the benefits of ordinary people.

For example, he would not be attacked at night by such a globally wanted big shot. Fortunately, he did not choose to sleep.

Of course, she has not forgotten her state, even though no killer has appeared for a long time, there may be demons pulling her into Lingbo Prison at any time, or some monsters break in, so she is always ready to wake up in her sleep Then go big.

In all fairness, as a super villain who was once imprisoned in the Pentagon and a well-known anti-human character, Eric Lanshere is also an existence that can attract fans with his face.

The girl raised her head, as if she didn't mind the tightly wound metal chains around her neck, those tiny balls were pressed into her skin, and a few spots of blood had already leaked out.

"Red Tank? Is it him?" She blinked, "I wasn't sure about it before, thank you for bringing me the news of his death."

Eric glanced at her.

The girl raised her head slightly, her light eyes seemed to be covered with shadows in the dimness, her expression couldn't be more normal, it seemed that her life was never in the midst of other people's thoughts.

As soon as she raised her arm, a metal fragment that had been disassembled from nowhere flew across the air, quickly passed through the gap between her fingers, and embedded deeply into the wall.

Arya slowly withdrew her hand. If she hadn't reacted quickly, the bones might have been nailed through now.

"I don't know how much you know," she sighed, "Maybe you should care more about your fellow mutants, such as paying them some wages, otherwise your subordinates wouldn't die for a mere 200 million yuan. "

That's not a very pleasant statement.

However, before Eric had time to make her pay for it, he felt the phone in his pocket start to heat up.

But in the blink of an eye, the metal shell heated up rapidly, and the remotely hacked mobile phone buzzed and vibrated, as if it was about to explode in the next second.

With a thought, the phone flew out of the sky and was thrown out of the window, but it was too late.

After the mobile phone in the air continued to heat up, it exploded into a gorgeous firework, and the shattered fragments splashed everywhere. The mutants outside the door heard the movement and approached, and when they saw the scene in the room, their faces changed immediately.

The chain around Arya's neck was loosened suddenly. Before that, a great sword with brilliance appeared in her palm. The tip of the sword tore through the air like a roaring beast, and rushed towards the opponent crazily.

Now, the girl is half-kneeling on the bed, the blade rests two inches in front of the other person's carotid artery, a small piece of metal is pressed between her eyebrows, and the sharp tip is icy cold.

Eric waved his hand calmly, as if turning a blind eye to the weapon that was close at hand, "Go out."

The members of the fraternity who followed him looked at each other and retreated to the corridor outside.

"If you really knew me, you wouldn't want to compare my ability to withstand injuries," the girl raised her lips slightly, "I may not die if my head is pierced, but you...will you still be alive if your throat is slit? "

Theoretically speaking, this scenario is almost impossible now.

Given that this sword must also be made of metal, at least generally speaking, something like this would not pose a threat to Magneto at all, and he could make this thing fly into the sky with a little thought—

But not now.

This strange weapon seems to have rejected the control of the magnetic field, firmly stuck to the palm of the owner, never moving an inch.

The man glanced down at her, and the fragments floating in front of the latter's forehead suddenly shattered. He unhurriedly stretched out a finger to push away the cold blade, "Barely."

Arya knew, thinking about it, that he wasn't totally serious, and she wasn't, either, or—

She put away Levatin. "So what the hell does it mean?"

"I've heard about you, and I think you might be suitable for one thing," Eric stretched out his hand, and under the gaze of the other party, a metal suitcase flew outside the door, "As for Marco, I have already warned brother People who know how to do this, since he is dead, he will take the blame."

He threw the box on the bed, "You are short of money, right?"

Arya wasn't in a hurry to see what it was, and she could roughly guess, "Why do you think I'm short of money?"

Magneto's expression became somewhat sarcastic. He bent down slightly and looked straight into the young man's eyes, "Ray, that's the one who died in the hotel. You transferred all the money in his account."

"Well, that's it." Arya looked at him nonchalantly, "That's because...because...you said you warned them? What did you warn?"

The other party changed the subject abruptly, but he didn't continue to hold on to it, "To do such a part-time job that may kill you, of course, most of the time it is someone else who dies."

Arya could understand what he meant, this person should be doing it to restrain his subordinates and make them less professional killers, "Okay, tell me, what do you want me to do? .”

"Take a person out of prison, and someone will send you the information. This is a deposit."

The girl glanced at the small suitcase, "This matter is for me... Let me put it this way, I don't guarantee that I can do it, and why don't you contact me on the app?"

Magneto's eyes told her——

He doesn't even know the app exists.

strangeness.

Arya has never been sure who will have this program on their cell phones. According to experience, most of them are eager and helpless people who are asking for others.

Those who can solve the problem through formal means, or are not so urgent, may not have the opportunity to see this app, and they don't need it.

——So which type does the other party belong to?

She has opened several boxes full of US dollar bills, and she can estimate how much it would be if they were filled with a glance at the volume. "Why are you looking for me?"

Eric was noncommittal about her "self-effacing" behavior, "The prison has special devices to prevent mutants from escaping or attacking from the outside. I don't care what method you use, as long as you get them out."

The latter frowned as if lost in thought, and did not refuse for a moment.

"Be careful," he said in a deep voice under the surprised gaze of the other party, "she's pregnant."

"What?" Arya took a deep breath, and had already imagined an earth-shattering drama, "Okay, but if I fail, will the deposit be refunded?"

Eric: "..."

He looked at the innocent little girl with cold eyes, "You don't need to refund the deposit, because I will kill you."

"Isn't that the same? You transfer the money after I die."

Eric glanced at her disdainfully, "I'm not you."

Arya: "..."

I will deposit all the money into the steam account later, and no one can transfer it.

"Are there any other requirements? For example, where to take people?" Arya has never done this before and knows nothing about the process. "Or do you have something to convey... something like that?"

"No, you just have to remember that this has nothing to do with me."

Arya nodded, "Okay, one more thing, do any of your subordinates know about that mission, about assassinating me?"

Magneto was too lazy to answer her question, and walked away after explaining a word outside the door.

A blond boy approached lazily, with a hot and bright flame dancing on his fingertips, and the flickering flames illuminated that handsome face.

He scanned the messy room, with a little vigilance in his eyes, "What do you want to know?"

St. John Allardyce, codenamed "Fireman", a member of the Brotherhood.

Arya scanned the other party's identity and organized her words a little: "You also accepted that mission?"

"I'm not the type to do things quietly."

He snapped his fingers, and the flame in his hand shot up to the ceiling, the air was scorched hot, and it turned back into a seemingly harmless little flame in the next second.

"But I also know the rules. Usually killing a person will not exceed 100, unless it is a public figure or a person with superpowers. However, there are very few unknown guys like you who can be offered [-] million, so ordinary people I can't help but click in to have a look... But, I heard that you are a very powerful hacker?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Because your face is a mosaic in all the surveillance, you can't be automatically blocked because you are too ugly, right?"

Arya: "Look at my face and say that again."

John: "..."

"By the way, do you know why my target was put in prison?"

"I missed when saving someone, she should have chosen to be with us," he paused, "Why are you asking this?"

"...Nothing, thanks."

This task is a little tricky.

The target is located in Lakewood Prison, and they have to fly to California first. There is no private jet this time, so they can only honestly buy a ticket and go there by themselves.

Arya drove along the coast in a broken, dusty car that came along from the side of the road. In front of her was an endless wide road. On one side was the undulating waves of the blue ocean, and on the other side was the vast foothills stretching far away.

A group of seagulls chased and played with each other in the air, and dispersed in a panic when the eagle with its teeth and claws approached.

She spent most of the journey from New York to the target location spanning almost the entire United States by plane and car, perfecting her rescue plan.

For someone without teleportation and other abilities, this journey was extremely long, and she arrived in that unremarkable Southern California city after a long time.

Arya has searched a lot of relevant information. Compared with those prisons at sea in freighters, or island prisons surrounded by sea, etc., Lakewood's prison can be called a kindergarten level, perhaps because there are no serious criminals in it. , and there is no sophisticated security system configured.

At night, music is played in the coffee shop, and customers are sitting in twos and threes in the open-air seating area outside. The streets are rarely crowded, and the rhythm of the city is slow and leisurely.

Alia stood next to him in a dark alley with broken surveillance, and the screen of the mobile phone showed the whole picture of the prison.

This prison is just a wall away from her. It is made of old building materials, and the walls are surrounded by barbed wire. Prisoners are queuing up to enter the restaurant. A small number of them are wearing special electronic collars around their necks. It is said that this thing is used to suppress the ability of mutants.

Arya tapped her phone to switch back and forth between the countless cameras in the prison.

Anyway, she doesn't need to be very close to the prison, as long as she can connect to any camera, she can jump between these monitoring devices and rush into the prison all the way.

After a while, footsteps were heard on the side of the street, and a young man with silver-gray short hair ran over quickly, wearing goggles as if he had just finished extreme sports, "Good evening!"

It is also common for residents and strangers in small cities to say hello to each other, but Arya didn't take it seriously, "Good evening."

The young man ran away, and she continued to look down at her phone.

It's dinner time now, gangs are inevitable in the prison, the prisoners are distributed in various locations in the restaurant, a group of people suddenly fought, one person was smashed by a metal plate and fell to the ground, and two people were torn on the ground , More people began to come and watch, shouting loudly as if they couldn't enjoy watching, and the prison guards came to stop it after a few minutes.

Arya has no interest in this kind of pettiness. She moved her field of vision, and everyone who appeared in the center of the screen would display information, but she couldn't find the target after looking around for a few times.

She had no choice but to hack into the cameras in the building again, and searched room by room.

...You can never imagine how much monitoring there is in a prison!

With a headache, she switched back and forth between the cameras one after another, and the scene on the phone screen was constantly changing, from the empty corridors to the prison guards' offices, and even the monitoring room with a TV wall.

Footsteps sounded again in the alley, and a young man with silver-gray hair ran past her, "Good evening!"

Arya looked at her phone: "Good evening—?"

She looked up and found that there was no one around.

Arya looked around and continued to look at her phone. When she began to wonder if Magneto had made a mistake, she finally found her target in a confinement room.

She aimed the surveillance camera at the latter.

Lorna Dane, code-named Polaris, is a mutant who can control magnetic fields.

The young girl with dark green hair was leaning against the wall with her arms folded, her head slightly lowered, her face was still extremely stunning in the shadow of Yin, with a stern and haughty demeanor.

I don't know what she did and she was locked up. Maybe she didn't have dinner.

And there is nothing in the room except chairs and cameras, and the heavy metal security door is tightly closed.

At the same time, in the alley next to the prison wall, a young man wearing goggles who ran at night passed by again, and raised his hand to greet the girl leaning against the wall playing with her mobile phone: "Good evening!"

"...Wait," the brunette stopped him, "I'm not well, Mr. Quicksilver."

After Arya pointed the phone at him, the name of Pietro Django Maximoff appeared on the screen, including code name and mutant ability.

Pietro didn't mind the other party calling out his identity at all, but he was a little nervous when he heard her say that, "What happened? Did something happen to Lorna?"

"No," Arya shook the phone screen, "I'm trying to get her out, but how many times are you going to walk by me if I don't stop you?"

"I know, I'm just afraid to disturb you, I heard that you are a very powerful hacker," Pietro looked at her phone, which was showing the confinement room where Lorna was, "Cool! How did you do it! "

"...Because I'm a powerful hacker, you said it yourself," Arya sighed, "Can't your abilities be used here?"

"No, there are some devices in and around the prison...I probably have to be outside this street to fully use my abilities," the silver-haired young man also sighed, "Otherwise I would have brought Lorna out long ago, and I didn't know she was pregnant It's gone! I dare not tell my sister!"

Arya shook her head, "It's okay, I have a plan."

In the suburbs of New York on the other side of the United States, the Avengers base is still brightly lit. After all kinds of bad incidents, people here are continuing to improve the security system. Iron Man himself is also involved, looking at the report of the results of the post-test.

Tony turned off a data display, and heard the voice of the AI ​​assistant: "Sir, Miss Black appeared in Lakewood."

"...Who?" He reacted for two seconds, oh, it's the walking mosaic, after all, Blake's surname is really too bad, "What's going on?"

"You said you reported her unusual movements outside of your work hours, and she was last seen on East 32nd Street in Lakewood—"

Since this is just a mediocre small city in Southern California, the corresponding map quickly unfolded, and Tony realized what was going on.

"...Check to see if there are any special prisoners in this prison recently."

Miss Polaris' information clearly shows that she is the leader of a mutant organization, capable of controlling the Earth's magnetic field, and her relationship with Magneto...

"Mr. Maximoff also arrived in Lakewood an hour ago and he has been hovering around the prison and is now off guard."

Tony was silent for two seconds, and he could basically imagine what happened, especially since he knew that Magneto had appeared in Queens not long ago, "At least we're sure that Black is not a mutant...but I'm a little curious about what she's going to do."

"gentlemen?"

"Where's Lorna Dunn?"

As soon as the camera turned, the scene changed to the confinement room where Polaris was located, and Tony found himself just in time for the beginning of a strange rescue.

The door of the confinement room slowly opened a crack.

Lorna stood up and tried to reach out suspiciously, but the door opened as soon as it was pushed.

She left the room carefully, the needles could be heard quietly in the corridor, not even a single person was there, and the polished floor reflected the light.

It was dinner time now, and the prison guards would not be patrolling the building, so no one in the monitoring room was on duty.

The security door at the end of the corridor opened slowly, attracting attention amidst the silence.

The entire prison is composed of several interconnected buildings, leading to the dormitory of the prison guards, and the prisoners have no chance to approach——

Lorna ran forward without hesitation. She quickly walked through one corridor after another. The sound of her footsteps echoed in the quiet corridor, and one door after another opened in front, leading her gradually to The exit of the layer is close.

"She hacked into the security system," Tony nodded, "I have to say, this person still has some tricks."

However, there happened to be two prison guards in the aisle on the first floor who were finishing their dinner and getting off work. Lorna stopped at the corner of the steps. She could already hear the conversation. They seemed to be approaching the stairs, and there were footsteps upstairs. , at this time it is obviously a dilemma!

"...What do you think she will do?" Tony stared intently at the live broadcast of the progress of this difficult game, "I bet her backup plan must be, if plan a fails, she will personally pick up the weapon that is said to be able to destroy the world. The planet's sword goes in—but I don't really want her to do that, because then I'd have the unmanned armor fly by."

In the dimly lit alley, Pietro nervously looked at Alia's phone, "What should I do?! They're about to meet!"

Alia took a deep breath, "Relax, relax, let me attract their attention, do you see, there is a computer in this room, I just need to let it make some random sounds, such as random videos in the playlist, Hope there's enough movement—"

Tony zoomed the video to the maximum, and the prison guards and Lorna's screens were played simultaneously. They watched intently. In the next second, an electric door behind the two prison guards opened slowly.

Sure enough, they stopped immediately and looked at the door with some doubts.

The laptop screen in that room lit up and started playing a video in the list.

Prison guards: "...???"

They drew their guns and walked cautiously into the room.

The two protagonists of the video on the computer screen are completely naked, and the picture is extremely unsuitable for children. At the same time, there is also a rather strange panting sound from the audio system. |The groan immediately echoed throughout the corridor.

Prison guards: "..."

Pietro: "..."

Arya: "..."

Tony: "..."

As an old driver who has gone through many trials and hardships, this kind of picture is not stimulating at all.

It was just a little unexpected and a little loud, and he thought he should turn it down a bit.

however--

Tony turned around, only to see the embarrassed faces of the agents holding the tablet and documents, "Sorry, sorry, Mr. Stark, we interrupted!"

They didn't even look up at the projected image in the air, because if they had seen it, they wouldn't have said so. They just heard the adult's voice and panting that many minors could understand, and they fled for their lives.

Tony: "........."

--Excellent.

Rumors that Iron Man was watching porn in the studio would spread throughout the base presumably overnight.