[Steel + Avengers] The Evolutionary History of the Ten Rings

"Want to chat?"

Man Sha turned her head to look at Wanda. This girl who was about to enter the sweet maturity period had a cold expression, and most of the time her eyes only stayed on her brother.But because Pietro was unconscious, Mansha wanted to get in touch with more locals through them as soon as possible, so she took the initiative to take the job of carrying people.

But after only walking [-] meters in the dark alley, she felt at least twenty vigilant and scrutinizing looks.

Wanda chewed every word Mansha said several times, wishing she could become a high-speed computer and calculate all possible interpretations.It wasn't until Mansha almost thought that she had never spoken before that she raised her bloodshot eyes and said dryly, "What are you talking about?"

In any country, a girl who looks like she's just out of primary school doesn't go well with a girl who's legally able to attend special parties.

If it weren't for the overexcitement caused by the murder, Man Sha would rather be silent all the way, and would not talk to a stranger whose face was full of please do not approach.

"Like his legs."

Man Sha met Wanda's sharp eyes for a moment, "Antibiotics and painkillers are not enough. If you don't want to abolish it, you need a good doctor."

"...no doctor."

Man Sha responded perfunctorily, "Huh?"

"Except for the west side, other people use knives just to cut their organs." Thinking of the current situation in Sokovia, Wanda stared at Pietro again, with a hint of determination in her eyes, "If you have a connection, I can also sell it to you." you."

"Huh?" Man Sha was taken aback.

"You don't have an Eastern European accent. A foreigner who still comes here at this time will not be a good person. Selling offal, suicide bombs, I can do anything, as long as you can help."

Wanda was blunt about her own thoughts. Facing the only "big man" she could grasp now, she still had a natural coldness on her face, "He can't lose those legs."

"What if I can't do it?" Unfortunately, Man Sha is not interested in this touching brother-sister relationship.

"There is always a shortage of experimental subjects in the west."

Wanda crossed her arms and frowned to indicate that she was not the only choice.

Mansha turned her head and said nothing more.

She does like to keep some cheap sympathies, but only if it doesn't take much effort to unleash them.The situation of the siblings looks terrible. If I can help them this time, if I don’t give up halfway, then I still need to find a safe place for them to ensure that Pietro can recover from his injuries.

Tsk, it's troublesome to think about it.

Anyway, they were always together and lived a good life... Man Sha never admitted it, so she thought of Man Yaojin.

She has no doubts about her elder brother's energy, and it is because of this that she is depressed. It has been almost two years since they separated, and she doesn't even call herself a single call.

It is simply impossible to be a good brother and sister.

The way Wanda pointed out to Mansha leads to the church. After staying there for so long, she also vaguely felt that the people valued faith.

After all, there are very few places where buildings representing gods are placed in the center of the city.

"The one who cleans up the mess should be the west side."

After listening to Mansha's statement on the current situation, the young priest pondered for a moment, and then gave an answer that was no different from Wanda's.

"West?"

Mansha looked around the auditorium, because there were only a dozen or so candles lit up sparsely, and the people who had fled for refuge did not get rid of the shadows.

On their faces, there is an expression that only appears when there is no hope at all.

"A branch of a certain organization." The priest was still immersed in the grief of losing his teacher, and he seemed to be in a daze to answer the question. "It may also be a secret laboratory, who cares."

Although he is the new pillar in the hearts of the remaining demonstrators, Mansa resolutely gave up her plan to introduce Osborn to him.

A sheep in wolf's clothing is still a sheep.

As he said, it didn't take long for the street to be occupied by a new group of uniformly equipped and well-armed soldiers. They arrested the government troops like headless flies, and arrested a few small leaders and killed them. All of a sudden, Ya fell silent.

It seems that even if a person in power is lost, order will soon be restored with people from the west.

Mansha approached the flower garden outside the church, put her mobile phone next to her ear, and whispered: "Let the plane stop at the three-way road outside the city—don't ask me where I am, it's just a three-way road, and you can turn into the jungle if you go straight. Three forks. That's enough! Don't think I don't know you have a map, if you talk nonsense, I'll roast those two pieces of meat on your leg and feed them to the dogs."

While scolding the idiot sent by Hong, Mansha raised her eyes impatiently, only to see the middle-aged priest walking towards her with an unpredictable expression.

This guy is the only surviving priest, but his expression is more panicked than the younger one, far less pleasing than the latter.Because the demonstrators regarded his colleague as a leader, he quietly slandered him and tried to replace him.

"Hi." Man Sha hung up the phone and raised an eyebrow at him, "Is there anything wrong?"

"You're leaving...you're leaving, right?"

The middle-aged priest glanced to the left and right, and after repeatedly confirming that no one was there, he said, "I have something worth 700, no, 800 million dollars. You take me to the United States, and I will share a quarter of the money with you." one."

Hearing how much sacrifice he had made, Mansha sneered, "Sounds good, but why do you want someone to share the money with?"

The middle-aged priest shivered, trying to perfunctory the question.But seeing that Man Sha was really not interested in this huge sum of money, he reluctantly told the reason, and begged the person in front of him not to be too greedy, and not to take the opportunity to increase the share afterwards.

As a country smaller than South Korea, Sokovia, which was formerly a home for homeless people, has always been regarded as a three-way zone by the "Warsaw Pact" and the "Warsaw Pact".After World War II, the people here have been accustomed to anarchy for a long time, and the only constraint is the west.

Regarding the west side, the priest once suspected that there was a cult there, but since they didn't want to get close to God early, they didn't pursue this issue too much.The Sokovians are like their livestock, and they send a few people over whenever they need to, but none of them ever come back.

But in addition, the West will also provide them with food during the economic downturn to meet the minimum needs.As he said, Sokovia is the breeding farm in the west. Anyone can make troubles, whether it is dead or war, there is no punishment, but just don't think about crossing the border.

Really bad news.

The middle-aged priest uttered this secret with a heart that wanted to die, but Mansha waved his hand and rejected his request with a headache.

If Sokovia has such strict restrictions on the outside world, how did Osborne get in touch with the people here, and who made him interested in Sokovia... Or, if he was so interested, let him take Sokovia Via introduced herself.

West?

The next moment, Mansha gave up the idea of ​​single-handedly finding out. She is not Captain America in the patriotic propaganda film, the lonely hero who punched Hitler away?Ha, this is not for me.

As for more, she never doubted whether the helicopter sent by Hong could leave Sokovia.The more she came into contact with the influence of the Ten Rings Gang, the more she felt that what she saw was just the tip of the iceberg.Even a behemoth like S.H.I.E.L.D. has been concealing the truth, and it is believed that the Ten Rings Gang is a legend that has long since disappeared in the last century.

For a man, the threat of grilling his own genitals might be a little too scary.At least when Mansha walked out of the city, the helicopter had already parked steadily in the middle of the three-way road, and the driver was huddling behind two European soldiers with guns, for fear of being troubled by her again.

Mansha jumped into the door, "Let's go."

The two turbaned soldiers didn't respond to her words. It was the driver who said a few words in Afghani, then they slammed the door shut, smiled at her, and sat down with their eyes closed.

It can be seen that this should be the driver's "bodyguard".

Hong actually sent additional people, Sokovia really had a problem.

Looking at the gradually sinking scenery outside the window, Man Sha thought so.Leaning on the somewhat hard leather pad, she took out her phone and thought about it before calling Osborn.

"I don't want her to know too much."

Harry Osborn was still laughing, holding the crooked paper crane in his hand, turned his head to look at the unexpected visitor in his office, and whistled frivolously, "You must be the same, too."

"Test her words, and once it is confirmed that Stark is dead, call Obadiah Stein's private phone."

"When will the medicine be given to me?"

"After getting the file."

The paper crane crumpled into a ball, and Osborn's ice-blue eyes flashed a dark light, "What if the old guy takes the credit for himself."

"That's your problem."

The visitor glanced at his slightly trembling hands, smiled, his brows were full of carelessness, "Little Harry, what are you still insisting on, join Hydra, let alone your father, even your mutated virus can cure you." good."

"Then be a gutter rat for the rest of your life?" Osborn pressed the paper crane back down and took a deep breath.

"It's just that the time hasn't come yet. Wait...well, I'll wait for your good news."

The visitor stopped talking, "I hope to see you at the headquarters of Osborn Enterprise as soon as possible."

"Then you have to expect the mission to fail." Osborne hooked the corners of his lips. "If my father dies, his partner will reject me because the successor hasn't graduated from college. Of course, even if he doesn't Die, it will take some time for me to go in. After all, a disabled person who even needs a secretary to write a signature on the document is better than a young man who can stay up late than them."

"You're so mean."

The mobile phone placed on the ebony table vibrated suddenly. Osborn threw the paper crane into the trash can and at the same time hung up the call without letting the visitor know whose number it was.

"you can go now"

Osborn tapped on the keyboard, and clicked on the unreceived email that he deliberately left 10 minutes ago. The printer that started working was also signaling to the visitor that he had something to do, "By the way, close the door, thank you."

As soon as the other party left, he got up and walked around in his office. After confirming that there was no wiretapping tool, he curled his lips and dialed Mansha's number again.

"Hello."

Leaning halfway on the edge of the office chair, he pulled off his tie and stared gloomily at the dark spot on his chest, but his voice was still smiling, "It's me."?

☆, one-eyed