Daisy in the Marvel Universe

Two F-22s took off from the US military base in Kandahar and came to the battlefield with sonic booms. The generals at the base want to see what a living person can do in this era where technology dominates the world.

The huge sonic boom attracted the attention of the Mandarin. Daisy breathed a sigh of relief and directed the three cars to run away at full speed.

As for whether the pilots in the plane will die in the end, Daisy really can't control it. At most, she can help them pray to God, and the rest will be left to her own good.

The two pilots came to perform this mission with a confused look on their faces. Even if they resented it in their hearts, they had to obey the order.

The lead aircraft and the wingman arrived at the target location in accordance with the mission requirements.

"What enemies are there here?" The lead pilot stretched his neck and looked at the ground. The dust was flying and the yellow sand was filled. Naturally, he saw nothing.

"Daniel! On top of you!" The wingman's shout made him startled. He hurriedly sprinted forward for a distance and then raised the altitude. This sight shocked him. From his perspective, a group of generals were seen behind him. I also saw this amazing scene.

An old man in green robes stood proudly in mid-air without any tools. When the other party saw two fighter planes, his eyes were full of inquiry.

The ring on the thumb of the Mandarin's left hand emitted a burst of white light. The F-22, which weighed twenty tons when empty and had a take-off weight of forty tons, was forcefully pulled in front of him like a big toy.

If Daisy had been there, she would have definitely seen it. It was gravity. But the pilot named Daniel didn't have her ability. He only knew that he didn't do any operations, and the plane flew towards the opponent uncontrollably.

"Request to fire, request to fire!" He was still strictly following the requirements in the tactical manual.

Unfortunately, the orders from the rear chilled him. The bosses told him not to fire yet. The reason was that this man who could fly was of great research value and they were afraid that the cannon would damage the target sample.

The pilot wanted to obey the order, but a faint light flashed on the Mandarin's fingers, and his five fingers made a hole in the nose of the plane like cutting tofu. Let alone a general, even if God came down to earth, he wouldn't be able to stop him. Driven by fear, the pilot aimed at the Mandarin and pressed the trigger.

A large amount of bullets rained down on the heads of the adults, and at the same time, the pilot operated the control stick, trying to escape from the gravity control.

Unfortunately, the control of the fighter plane completely failed. No matter whether it was moving forward or upward, the fighter plane did not move at all.

"What kind of monster is this!" Before the rain of bullets was over, he discovered that the Mandarin was unscathed. A translucent ice crystal shield blocked all the bullets. Even if he fired another Sidewinder missile, the shield was still not broken.

alien? Super soldier? The pilot had no time to think about it, because the Mandarin was annoyed by the hail of bullets, especially the last Sidewinder missile, which was fast and powerful. He not only used his own "qi" shield, but also added a He used a rock shield and an ice wall to barely block it.

The Mandarin was filled with ferocious flames, and he didn't bother to study what this flying iron shell was. The index finger of his left hand glowed red, and a dragon made entirely of flames circled in the palm of his hand. This dragon grew as long as it faced the wind. The volume grew larger and larger, eventually causing a wave of heat that wrapped around the fighter jet.

High temperature enveloped the fighter plane. The pilot was vaporized just as he opened the cabin to prepare for ejection, and the fighter plane was shattered into pieces with an explosion.

The wingman was shocked. The order given to him by the rear base had always been to stand by. Now that he saw his teammates dying tragically, he no longer cared about the order. He pressed the trigger and fired two Sidewinders.

This time the Mandarin did not forcefully connect. A faint blue electric light flashed across the middle finger of his left hand. Two dazzling electric lights appeared out of thin air. They not only shattered the two missiles but also hit the wingman directly along the path.

The distance between the two sides was quite far, and the wingman was also prepared. He raised the altitude with great difficulty to avoid the lightning.

However, his good luck ended here. A mass of black air as dark as ink enveloped the fighter plane, followed closely by a silver thread shooting out from the ring finger of the Mandarin's right hand. This was a decomposing light. The wingman who was still trapped in the black mist had no trace of anything. Resistance is broken down into atoms.

The proud Raptor fighter jet was easily wiped out, which left the two generals in the base at a loss. After all, they were just ordinary people, no different from ordinary soldiers in the face of extraordinary power.

The advanced weapons failed, and their arrogance naturally faded, replaced by helplessness, confusion, and fear. Several generals hurriedly contacted Daisy and her group who had just escaped from this "powerful mutant".

Although they felt a little sorry, Daisy and the others still managed to escape back to the Kandahar US military base in fear, relying on the two F-22s to delay time.

Daisy estimated that the other party would catch up with them for the fourth time, but this time her estimation was wrong. Even though they rushed into the base, the Mandarin did not appear.

The siren sounded at the base, and many soldiers began to assemble according to troop formations.

Daisy did not relax her vigilance after entering the base. She had a feeling that the opponent would chase after her. She was now like the protagonist who brought the wild boss-level BOOS back to the novice village...

Amidst the looping sound of "This is not an exercise, all combat units have entered the preset battlefield", the orderer found her and said that it was the base general who invited her.

To cause such a big trouble to the other party, Daisy had to explain it both emotionally and rationally, so Daisy followed calmly.

The US military base in Kandahar was built underground. In order to prevent the one percent possible nuclear bomb attack, the underground base was built extremely solidly and stored a large amount of ammunition and supplies. Along the way, Daisy, who was good at creating earthquakes, felt that she was not No matter how hard you try, you won't be able to collapse this base.

The U.S. military here is much stronger than the veteran soldiers led by Colonel Roddy, and the "elite" soldiers given to them by several subsequent bases to save face. They all have a tough temperament and a faint murderous aura about them.

After entering the combat command room, Daisy learned that both F-22s had crashed. One of the pilots was killed on the spot. The other pilot, according to the staff's analysis of the satellite images, was interrogated by the Mandarin, but Daisy estimated that he was Read memory.

The feeling of having a large number of memories enter the mind is not pleasant. The last time she saw a little memory of Viper, she felt dizzy and dizzy. Without the power of brain development, relying on ordinary people's brains to receive information is a slow and difficult process.

Professor Charles has been studying psychic powers for fifty years. It still takes time to read brain information, and it is done selectively.

But this crazy Mandarin didn't care, starting from the pilot's memory of wetting the bed, and then learning to make friends, fights and troubles. Read the deep memory and shallow memory in a mess, which is why he hasn't caught up with Daisy for a long time.

There were seven or eight staff officers with the rank of colonel in the command room. The leaders were two old men, an Air Force Major General and an Army Lieutenant General.