Marvel's Speedster

Chang Ye passed away, the morning sun dispelled the darkness, and the golden light sprinkled on the earth. At the moment, the dense fog covering the entire island has completely cleared away, leaving only wisps of faint blue smoke still stubbornly rising from the wreckage of the collapsed Statue of Liberty. In this light blue smoke formed by burning Below, a large number of police and rescue workers are searching and inspecting the ruins.

"Tell me, what did our people find?"

Accompanied by several high-level police officers, the new Chief of Police George Stacey, wearing a dark blue uniform and wearing four gold stars on his collar, jumped out of the helicopter with his head dinged in the strong wind, and asked the men in charge of the scene with a serious expression .

Mr. Director seems to be serious and responsible, nodding frequently and giving instructions under the introduction of the police officer, but it is only on the surface that he looks serious. In fact, he does not really need an answer from his subordinates - the thing is obvious, that is, Mutant did it, but what's the use of knowing this? Are they wanted? That wasn't a mafia with a pistol in his pocket, or an illegal drug dealer from South America, and Chief George wouldn't send his men to die for nothing unless there was full support from above.

Fortunately, as far as he knew, before the arrival of the police force, the powerful agencies of the federal government had already deployed and controlled the island in advance. They blocked the entire island for a whole night and did not leave until dawn. At the same time, they took away the suspect and some important evidence. So now all he has to do is to supervise his department to complete the routine procedures, deal with media inquiries, and then wait silently, waiting for those privileged departments who usually hate him to find him, and take the initiative to take over this case that has caused him a lot of headaches past.

This is not only Mr. Director's own wish, but before arriving on Liberty Island, Mr. Shi, who did not want to see the situation get out of control, and other local powerful people also expressed similar opinions to him, asking his department to speak cautiously to avoid further intensification. contradiction.

The director's mind may not be guessed by his subordinates, he only knows that the boss's presence must be very important, so he redoubled his efforts to report.

"...As far as we know, there was a large-scale EMP attack. The electronic pulse burned all electronic equipment within a two-mile radius, and communication was completely interrupted...There was a fierce fight at the ding. end of the Statue of Liberty, Our trace experts found clues in the debris, including claw-scratched walls, pieces of clothing, some kind of special leather, and steel components that were melted at high temperatures."

"Is there anything else, such as a corpse, a murder weapon, or an eyewitness testimony?" The director asked sullenly while walking around, and his question made his subordinates a little embarrassed.

"...Many ruins have been cleaned up. There are no corpses or murder weapons. The person closest to the core area of ​​the scene is two thousand feet away, so... that's all we know."

"What does that mean?" George Stacey said to himself, and then answered his question alone.

"It means that Mutant has been here." The hoarse male voice said.

The director turned around, and an army colonel with grey-haired and scruffy appearance came not far away.

"Wilhelm Stryker, Colonel of the Army, has focused on Mutant research for forty years." The visitor introduced himself in this way. He looked at the clues found by the police through his small round glasses, and casually reported a series of names.

"Magneto's trick... Needless to say, the other party is also my old friends, Xavier's freak students."

"Look at this charred track, Scott Summers' masterpiece, Fog from Ororo the Storm, and these claw marks, it reminds me of a goddamn Beast, Charles is always happy to keep these scumbags."

After muttering to himself for a few minutes, Colonel Stryker remembered the police chief who had been neglected by him again. He took out a document issued by the Ministry of Defense, requesting full takeover of all personnel and evidence involved in the case.

"I'm afraid not, Mr. Colonel." Before the chief could reply, a gentle male voice interrupted Stryker's request.

"Phil Coulson?" Stryker clearly knew the man. "S.H.I.E.L.D is still going to play the public game even if America's symbols are down?"

"Don't say that, Colonel, now is not the time to provoke a full-scale conflict with Mutant. Congress has reached a consensus that an asymmetric war cannot be triggered in the country." Phil Coulson agent, who looks very friendly, is just inversely proportional to Stryker, he shrugged Shrugging his shoulders, he handed the director a document. "We're just keeping people safe from news they're not ready for, and when we can't, keeping them safe -- this time too."

"Phil Coulson agent has a document signed by the President himself, so I'm sorry, Colonel." The chief explained to Stryker, and then ordered his men to withdraw.

As one police officer left the scene, the island quickly became deserted.

"Eric Lancer in your hands?" Stryker still didn't give up trying to get Magneto from S.H.I.E.L.D.

"No, we've turned him over to the Justice Department, and they've prepared a prison made entirely of insulators, where he'll spend the rest of his life, and I think that might make the radical Mutant a bit more comfortable." Phil Coulson Smile.

"You will regret it." Stryker pointed hard at the agent's chest, then turned and left.

***

When Stryker left Liberty Island, Ross happened to see off a noble and beautiful lady.

"That's Stark's secretary Potts?" Dr. Connors, who came to discuss things with Ross, happened to recognize this character who often appeared on TV in place of his employer.

"That's her." Ross nodded. "Mr. Stark has no time to pay attention to small business matters, so Miss Pepper came to conduct a business visit on his behalf to see if there is any opportunity for cooperation."

With Tony Stark's notoriety, Connors wasn't surprised he had his secretary represent him in business.

"I thought Stark Industries wasn't interested in anything other than arms."

"That was in the past. Now that the economy is in recession, the military budget has been compressed, and purchase orders have decreased. Stark Industries is also seeking to adjust its industrial structure and find new growth points---definitely, this is just Ms. Pepper's personal opinion, no Representing the opinion of Mr. Opadry, Chief Executive Officer."

Dr. Connors was not very interested in Stark. After a few casual chats, the two got to the point. He was here to report on the progress of the new research, which was what he really focused on.

What Ross gained on Liberty Island was not only the helmet and a few tubes of blood, but on the way to the island, he rescued two seriously injured Mutants—one was the natural enemy of spiders, Toad the toad; It's Sabretooth who's out of his mind.

After bringing these two people back to the research institute, Dr. Conners immediately became very interested in their bodies. He has been studying cross-species genetics all his life, and he is eager to use them to repair his disabled body and make human beings obtain their original state. Ability that does not belong to this species, but he has never seen a real super-ability person. These wonderful human beings seem to have opened a new door for him, allowing him to see a whole new world.

"I did a preliminary test. Toad's gene expression is very interesting. It is more stable than the lizard DNA I have been paying attention to. The other person seems to have undergone failed body modification. He originally has a powerful Self-healing Ability, but the modification Afterwards, the internal functions are completely disordered, and the proliferation of brain cells compresses the cerebral cortex, destroying memory and thinking, so only the most basic reaction Ability is left."

The doctor reported enthusiastically. At first he was only interested in Ross’s endless ideas, but soon Ross convinced him. After reincarnation, the intellectual resources of the two worlds integrated in Ross, producing a wonderful chemical reaction. Open, even thinking is clearer and more efficient. Often Connors can’t see the unexpected places, but Ross can grasp the key points at a glance. The sharpness even surprises me. After a few months, the doctor has more and more respect for him trust.

"Don't cause irreversible damage to them. I didn't bring them back as specimens." Ross warned, with a condescending attitude in his tone, and the doctor didn't realize it, so he accepted it naturally .

Now they are no longer in the past research institute, that old building is just an unpopular institution in Brooklyn of the State University School of Biomedical Sciences, which is dedicated to accommodating scientists like Connors who have passed away and can only teach, and Osborn After the transaction, the Doctor came under public attention again, and the State University also got wind of it and offered him a letter of employment with much better conditions than before.

However, At the moment Ross and Connors are not short of money. Using the resources in their hands, they quickly formed a new research team and continued to prepare for the next research direction.

Ross deeply knows that for ordinary people without power, this will be the worst era. Enemies hidden outside the earth are quietly approaching the unsuspecting human world, causing great damage to people.

But for the strong, it is the best era, superheroes have a place to use, and unimaginable treasures will be born one by one, triggering fierce competition.

In these wars that are about to break out in the future, Ross firmly believes that he will have a place for himself, and he will go all out to obtain the treasure he wants and win the final victory.

Thinking quietly, Ross didn't notice that his eyes gradually released a strange golden light.