The admiral in the Marvel world

"Zizi... Yes, this Christmas tree is of high quality and low price. The decorated Christmas tree can match all home decorations..."

In the car, Cao Gui, who was driving quickly, was stunned for a moment. What's going on with the car radio?

"My dear, it's the Mandarin..." Beth's voice came from the headset, and she was typing on the keyboard in her hand:

"They have hacked into all the TV broadcast signals. We can only see the message released by the Mandarin on TV, and nothing else."

Cao Gui frowned slightly: "Can you trace the location where the video was released?"

"I'll try... it should work..." Beth said hesitantly while typing on the keyboard.

"Hey, Beth, something happened again..." Maya Hansen's voice appeared in the headset, sounding a little panicked.

Cao Gui frowned and turned on the car TV. Rows of ribbons appeared on it. On top of the ribbons, there was also a picture of the Ten Commandments. The screen flashed, and scenes of riots passed quickly. Finally, a middle-aged bearded man appeared.

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"Mr. President, I have two more lessons for you. I hope we can finish them soon." The screen pulled up, showing a bearded man holding a Walther PPK pistol in his hand, and a middle-aged man with gray hair stepping on his feet.

This man was wearing a suit and had gray hair. He looked pampered and pampered.

"This is Thomas Richard. He's a good name, and he does a great job. Maybe you've heard of him, the accountant for the Rooks Oil Company..."

As he spoke, the screen zoomed in, giving a close-up of the white man's face. His face was full of despair, his face pressed against the ground, and intermittent moans and cries came out of his mouth.

"I'm sure he's a good guy, but I'll blow his head off and kill him in 30 seconds. Just wait for the live broadcast!"

The middle-aged bearded man's tone became more and more stern, and his eyes were sinister: "You have my landline number on your phone, call me within thirty seconds, otherwise... you know the consequences!"

"Damn..." On Air Force One, a middle-aged white man's face changed drastically: "How did they hack into my phone?"

"Sir, we cannot compromise with them!" shouted an official in military uniform. "This will damage our image."

"Shut up!" the white man cursed: "The midterm elections are half a year away. Do you want me to sit back and watch the hostages being killed in front of the whole country?"

"Then my approval rating will fall directly into negative numbers!"

the white man yelled, and then, ignoring the advice of the uniformed officer, he picked up the phone and dialed a number.

In the video, the ringing phone began to ring. Everyone who heard the phone breathed a sigh of relief. Even the accountant of the Lox Oil Company who was lying on the ground looked lucky. He was saved...

boom!

The trigger was pulled violently, and bullets shot out with a gunshot, piercing the man's forehead, and blood and brain matter sputtered onto the camera.

This scene frightened all the people watching the video, and also frightened the American commander-in-chief who was on the phone on Air Force One.

"Then comes the last lesson. Say goodbye to your children and family, because nothing, not the military, not the Iron Patriots, nothing can save you...hehehe...hehe...hehe..."

The picture flashed and disappeared completely, leaving only the frightened American people. From the east coast to the west coast, everyone was frightened by this madman who dared to kill people live on TV.

"Zizhi...Cao, I found the signal source of the live broadcast just now." In the headset, Beth's somewhat heavy tone sounded, mixed with some sobbing sounds, which sounded like Maya Hansen.

Cao Gui shook his head helplessly. He remembered that all this was a show staged by Killian.

"In Miami, I will send it to you now..."

"Beth..."

"Um……"

"The one just now was fake. It was too close. A real gunshot to the head wouldn't have caused such a big wound or such a tragic scene."

"Especially when it's a .38-caliber Walter PPK."

"Ah?" Hearing this, Beth and Maya Hansen on the other end of the headset were stunned for a moment at the same time. Are they fake? So is the other party seeking death by spending so much time provoking the country and the people?

"This...he, why did he do this?" Beth said incoherently. Is that man looking for death after he's full?

"So I'm going to take a look." Cao Gui chuckled, a faint blue light flashed in his palm, and a space door opened in front of the car. Cao Gui stepped on the accelerator and rushed in.

Beth only saw the screen blur, the headset made a strange noise, and then she couldn't find Cao Gui's location information.

"Dear, where are you?" Beth refreshed quickly, and then stared at the screen with her mouth open. Cao Gui's location information suddenly jumped from Los Angeles to Miami.

"Wang Defa!? How did you do it?" Beth exclaimed, not looking like a lady at all.

"I am the God of Thunder. Is it normal to move at the speed of light?" Cao Gui laughed and made it up casually.

"Uh...really?" Beth didn't quite understand this.

On Air Force One, the commander-in-chief of the United States took a deep breath and cursed through gritted teeth: "Order Rhodes, we must find this lunatic. I will make him sit on the electric chair in front of the people of the country!"

What the "Mandarin" did just now is simply the biggest challenge to his majesty and power. He will kill him at all costs!

Above the sky, the domineering golden-red battle armor brought up waves of sound barrier clouds, dragging long tail flames and speeding towards Miami.

"Damn bastards, if you dare to hurt Happy, you are dead..." Inside the armor, Tony Stark's face was gloomy, his finely trimmed mustache was moving slightly, and he murmured in his voice.

On a small island in the Straits of Florida, a one-eyed black man got on a motorboat, turned the throttle to the maximum, and headed quickly towards the capital, Miami.

If Tony's target is the Mandarin and Nick Fury's target is Tony Stark, then Cao Gui's target is Nick Fury, the old nigger!

He didn't know if Nick Fury would contact Tony in Miami. Tony went to Miami and hired his own company, bodyguards, and lawyers. At this time, Tony Stark only had one identity, and that was Iron Man.

If Nick Fury cannot take this opportunity to eliminate the grudge in Tony Stark's heart and reach cooperation, then he is not worthy of becoming the king of agents. But unfortunately, he is destined to never come back from this trip.

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winter!

In front of a somewhat messy and dilapidated old-fashioned seaside manor, Tony Stark fell from the sky and landed in a perfect superhero style.

"Wow~ Jarvis, I must be so handsome!" Tony said very narcissistically.

"Yes, sir... Well, forgive me for being upright. Maybe it's because you have just recovered. The male hormones and estrogen hormones in your body are somewhat imbalanced. I hope you can restrain your surging desires."

"Jarvis, I know my body well. It's not as normal as you said." Tony curled his lips and said, stood up, kicked open the iron door of the manor, and walked in openly.

"Damn guys, you dare to mess with Iron Man, they are so tired of living!" Tony screamed strangely and rushed in.

On the road across from the gate, Nick Fury was sitting in the car, shaking his head helplessly. This guy was as arrogant as ever.