Marvel's Speedsters

Compared with the crowded and bustling metropolis of New York, Washington is only an administrative capital, a very quiet city, with few people on the streets, few cars, no busy and lively business districts, only the offices of the federal government. The Capitol, the Lincoln Memorial, the White House, and the Obelisk are the landmarks of the District, which are densely distributed along a central axis in the Potomac Basin, and there are no monuments worth mentioning. Because Congress imposed special restrictions on the height of buildings in the capital in 1899, even high-rise buildings are rare around, and pedestrians can see low buildings like groups of people bowing down to admire the once great historical sites.

Ross sat in the car, quietly enjoying the rapidly receding view out the window, and soon the car pulled up K Street between Capitol Hill and the White House, which runs from west to east across northern Washington and is known as “lobbying street.”

It is so named because it is home to think tanks, lobby groups, public relations firms, and civil society organizations, as well as the World Bank and the International Monetary Fund. If Wall Street in New York is the center of international finance, then K Street in Washington is the center of international politics.

Ross will also be one of them today, making a special trip here to participate in a meeting hosted by a prominent White House official.

The car drove past Charlie’s Palm Steakhouse, a well-known restaurant on Capitol Hill, before turning into a winding hidden alley before reaching its destination—- a private club founded by a political veteran.

The driver pulled the car door, Ross got out of the car, there was no particularly luxurious clubhouse hall in front of him, only a lush forest of North American sequoia trees, through the shaded boulevard, gradually appeared a beautifully shaped stone fountain, the fountain in the center of a wide and flat lawn, the green lawn is extremely soft, in the middle is a welcome road made of black and white marble slabs alternately, on which is covered with a dark red carpet, the two sides of the carpet with a large number of bright gold lines outline the club’s fancy name abbreviation.

At the end of the red carpet was Ross’s big client and acquaintance, Betty’s father, General Thaddeus Ross, who himself was waiting for him in front of an extremely spacious brick and wood castle.

“You’re late.” Dressed in a pen-tinged military dress, the general, who was covered with medals in front of him, teased his waiting guests when he saw his waiting guests approaching, and teased his gray beard on his lips.

Ross raised his wrist to look at the time, which was five minutes away from the formal meeting, exactly as he had preestimated.

“I thought the meeting was at two o’clock in the afternoon.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“That’s two, that’s right.” The general nodded in agreement, but reminded with a double entendre: “But you know, there are always people who are used to getting up early in the morning and running all the way in the middle of the unimpeded avenue.” ”

“Then they may find themselves coming too early and being turned away, because the person who comes late is often the one who holds the key.” Ross winked at the general.

The two laughed softly and hugged each other.

Although they are not yet relatives, they already have a fairly close connection, which may even be stronger than a simple blood bond, so the general is particularly different from Ross.

Led by the general, Ross walked into the hall of this club that rarely received students, where there were not many people, divided into different circles, and the people passing by did not squint at each other, adhering to the accepted code of silence, and in a conference room deep in the building, Ross met the attendees.

Nodding to the officer who opened the door, Ross followed the general into the conference room. Outside the door are guards sent by the Pentagon, as well as bodyguards of various meeting participants, without the presence of White House Secret Service agents, it seems that the level of this meeting is not very high, perhaps it can only be said to be a private symposium held before a formal meeting, attended by industry representatives who are interested in increasing investment in high and new technology, or extremely advanced scientists.

Accompanied by the general, Ross shivered with the attendees one by one, which was necessary before the meeting, and even a single look could tell whether each other’s attitudes were friendly—- although what appeared on the surface may not be true.

In fact, although some people have never met, Ross also knows their identities roughly.

The closest participants to him at this time were representatives of | Solar, including two key members of the board of directors and an extremely short scientific and technological adviser.

There was nothing worth mentioning about the board members, and Ross didn’t even look at him with interest, and after a simple handshake, the short scientist took the initiative to reach out | small hand and forcefully shake Ross’|.

“Bolívar Trask.” The dwarf shook his snow-white beard and introduced himself.

When he stared at Rose, there was some indescribable emotion hidden in his eyes, as if he was dodging, and it seemed to be full of expectation.

“It’s an honor to meet you, Dr. Trask.” Ross smiled and shook | other’s hand, which he recognized as the father of sentinel robots, an extraordinary scientist who pushed nations to turn their eyes on mutants for the sake of human peace.

In a sense, he is Ross’s colleague, using similar methods, and a pioneer of biogenetics, as early as 1967, when Trask Industries was just established, he began to study the mysteries of mutant genes, and the formal human genome project was not proposed until 1985, when he had already been ordered by then President Nickson for selling arms to foreign countries, and he was bankrupt and imprisoned for bloody experiments that attracted mutant attacks| The technical adviser of Solo Aerospace appeared in front of Ross.

Looking at that strange look, what would he know?

Ross thought lightly, and there was no fluctuation in his heart at all.

At this time, he no longer cares whether someone will reveal himself, the era of mutants is over, whether it was hostile or friendly before, under the left and right of the general trend, it is difficult to have serious twists and turns in the specific direction. The narrow horizons of humanity have expanded to the vast starry sky at the moment of the high-profile appearance of the Asgardians, and everyone now knows that the true enemies of the world are the vicious aliens, not the branch of humanity that is migrating deep into the barren mountains.

The secret that the potion comes from mutant cells may not be hidden from the other party. Although the research direction is more focused on bionic machinery, Trask is a scientist who is extremely researched about mutants, claims to care about the fate of mankind, and has always been at the forefront of human progress and development. At the same time, Trasker is also a very sleek businessman, with a lot of political skills and ambitions. Colonel Stryker, who died at the hands of Ross and nearly killed Magneto and Professor X, was his loyal assistant, and after Trasker was imprisoned, Stryker inherited the research results of the previous company, which was able to successfully transform the powerful X-weapon based on the mutant body.

In Ross’s view, Trasker is a thoughtful guy, not just for the sake of repulsion like the random mob on the street, perhaps more out of inferiority in height, wanting to make his name in history by setting up and defeating enemies. The mood is understandable, but he’d better not try to get in the way of Ross, otherwise he’ll be the next Malik, and Ross doesn’t mind putting in a little effort to open his head.

Just thinking of the late Malik, Ross saw a living Malik.

A woman smiled and stood up in front of him.

“My father often mentioned Mr. Byrne during his lifetime, and we admire your courage and achievements. I am Gideon’s daughter, Stephanie Malik. ”

Stephanie is a young Russian woman of twenty-eight or nine years old, blonde hair and white skin, her eyes shining with intelligence and determination, she is wearing a long-sleeved white thread shirt on her upper body, her plump and | silhouette is perfectly outlined by soft | soft fabric, and her slender lower body is tightly wrapped to her knees by an elegant short skirt like an inverted black tulip, although she does not look particularly beautiful at first glance, but she exudes an intellectual shrewd aura from the inside out, coupled with a curvy body, It’s quite attractive.

She came on behalf of a company that has a partnership with NASA and wants to work with people on interstellar | to find where aliens are hiding—- and maybe for some ulterior reason, but Ross doesn’t care.

“I once had a brief meeting with Mr. Malik on the streets of Washington, but unfortunately I didn’t get the chance to see each other again.” Ross held the hand of the enemy’s daughter with a regretful expression, as if the death of the other father’s had nothing to do with him.

Malik died suddenly, and Stephanie couldn’t have known that Ross did it, so the two greeted each other and exchanged contact information, and then it was Ross’s turn to be an old acquaintance, Tony Stark, who was often compared by the media.

Compared to the previous two, Tony’s attitude is definitely not friendly. Because he was stung by mutant spiders outside the laboratory, he was frightened for many days, and was criticized by the outside world for not knowing self-love and gained weight, and even frequently became a laughing stock ridiculed by countless people on talk shows, coupled with Ross’s prying away Pepper, he couldn’t give Ross a good face.

So when Ross came to Tony, Iron Man simply turned his head sideways, pretended not to see Ross’s outstretched hand, and pulled the embarrassed Mr. Reed to talk, but refused to turn back and touch his fingertips.

Roswain smiled, nodded to Reid, and continued to meet the next guest under the guidance of the general.

Next up in front of him was Darren Krauss, CEO of Pym Technology, and Hope, the daughter of the new chairman and founder of the company.

These two people are lukewarm, they are scientists with high IQ and low emotional intelligence, Pym Technology has always been known for its strong level of basic physics, their research is all based on their own advantages, and there is almost no business intersection with cutting-edge laboratories in the field of biology, and there is no need for contact, so the words are more perfunctory, and the wrist is much inferior to Justin Hammer and others behind.

The final participant was the de facto controller of AIM, independent biologist Aldridge Killian.

The company claims to build a new generation of super-powered armed systems to compete with the lab’s Watchmen, and has recently attracted public attention because AIM is the first company to publicly announce that it will confront S.T.A.R., but because the operating model and company purpose are imitating Ross’s cutting-edge laboratories everywhere, and even publicly claiming to conduct reverse research to crack the secrets of Finix’s potion, it is generally not highly evaluated.

However, Ross happened to know Killian’s secret, as early as Maya, when she accepted the invitation to the laboratory, she mentioned that she sold all the technical materials of years of research to another colleague, that person’s name was Aldridge Killian. As far as Ross knows, Killian had a grudge with Stark, and it is strange that he does not stare at the playboy who is close at hand, but rather stares at Ross, which is very surprising.

“Why does he look at me like that?” After a brief handshake, Ross was a little puzzled.

“You used to know each other?” The general was also surprised, just now Killian’s eyes could almost be said to be undisguised hatred, even an outsider could feel it.

“I think he and Stark will be more familiar.” Ross shook his head and sat back in his place.

His position happened to be opposite the AIM bench, a little to the left was Reid, and beyond it were the cold Tony and the occasional dwarf Trask.

The president’s national security adviser who presided over the meeting began to speak, and Ross listened to the speech, looked at the people on the other side, and suddenly lost his mind.

He couldn’t help but wonder how long he could kill all the attendees in front of him if he suddenly launched an attack now.

Eight seconds, or nine seconds… Maybe a little shorter.

This is an all-star luxury cast featuring Avengers, supercriminals, mad scientists, and successors to the secret organization.

If that were done, perhaps humanity’s technological level would be set back five years and cause a turmoil.

Without the steel suit, Tony is a waste, not much better than ordinary people, and even can’t exercise vigorously for a long time because of the shrapnel problem.

Reed would be the first target, and while his rubber body was immune to most physical attacks, Ross believed that his high-speed vibrating hand knife could easily cut into his nerve centers, instantly causing him to lose control of his body.

Killian may be a problem, if he has been injected |with the desperate virus at this time, and there are no obvious side effects like the original timeline, then he is worth Ross’s effort… But it didn’t last long.

With a mind full of delusions, Ross looked at these people on the opposite side and smiled slightly.

Killian was about to pick up the coffee in front of him, suddenly saw Ross’s smile, suddenly cold, missed the overturned cup, the whole cup of hot coffee spilled in the center of his pants, hot him jumped up embarrassed.

“Be careful, Mr. Killian.” Ross smiled at him from afar, in a very pleasant mood.

It’s just fantasy, but it’s a fun idea.