People set up shop in Marvel, and it just became Doomsday

"Name?"

The pen in Miles' hand was writing, and he raised his head to look at Mo An.

"Moan."

At this time, Mo An was wearing casual clothes and handcuffs and said dejectedly.

"moran?" Miles was a little unsure.

"an mo. The upper case a, the lower case n, this is the name, the upper case m, the lower case o, this is the last name."

"ok."

Miles wrote in his notebook again and asked without raising his head.

"gender?"

Mo An: "...Do you want to listen to what you are saying?"

"Mr. Moan, you are currently in the country illegally, and there are seven recognized genders in the world. Our New York police will not judge gender through reproductive differences." Myers said seriously.

"As long as this seriousness is used elsewhere..." Mo An muttered.

"What are you talking about?" Miles didn't hear and asked with a frown.

"No, gender male, straight steel man."

"OK." Miles' pen tip began to move again, "Were your actions today voluntary?"

"Who would be a good person who would freely fall from 400 meters down out of his own free will!" Mo An banged the table, feeling a little excited.

"Please don't worry, okay?" Miles raised his hand, "Does that mean someone is deliberately framing you?"

"But I still don't understand what kind of person can still be alive and kicking here to be interrogated by me after falling from a height of 400 meters."

"Who are you?" Miles looked directly at Moan.

Mo An was silent.

At this time, the door of the interrogation room was opened.

"Miles, come out." A fat bearded man in police uniform called to Miles.

"Yes, sir." Miles put down his pen and followed the bearded man out of the interrogation room.

After Miles walked out, he discovered that there was a gentleman wearing a high-end suit outside the door.

I just heard the bearded man say: "Myers, the one inside has been taken over by this gentleman. You can take charge of other cases."

"Just call me Colson." Colson showed a gentle smile.

"But sir, I..." Miles still wanted to speak, but was interrupted by the bearded man, "No but, obey the order." Then he turned to Colson with a smile and said: "Mr. Colson, take that.

I’ll leave it to you when you come down.”

"Try my best." Colson smiled.

Coulson watched the bearded man gradually walk away with Miles in his arms, and then walked into the interrogation room.

"Sir, I'm obviously about to find out the origin of that person." Miles was staggered by the bearded man's hurried steps.

"Ask you, you are not far away from death. I am saving you Miles!" The bearded man said sternly, "Do you really think there is nothing wrong with someone who can jump from 400 meters and still survive?!"

"It could also be that the parachute accidentally disintegrated before falling..." Myers became less and less confident as he spoke.

If this were the case, Mo An would not have made such a loud noise after landing, and would have made a deep pit.

"Use your brain, he can't be an ordinary person," said this, a trace of panic flashed in the bearded eyes, "Before he woke up, the forensic department wanted to take blood for a blood test, but the needle didn't care about the finger.

The eyelids, not even the f**king balls, can't penetrate even a hair."

"He's like a thinking, talking piece of human steel!"

"Once he cares about you, think about your family and children, Miles."

Miles broke out in a cold sweat, "Thank you, sir."

The bearded man patted him on the shoulder and said, "You have strong skills and a good mind. I don't want such an outstanding subordinate to die in an unknown way one day."

The words were divided into two parts. When Coulson walked into the interrogation room, Moan finally met his first acquaintance in the Marvel world that he had never met before.

Phil Coulson, an eighth-level agent of SHIELD, the ceiling of American agents, the current director of SHIELD, one of the most effective subordinates of Frankman, has extremely strong organizational ability and action ability, but

He is an ordinary person with no superpowers.

He usually has a gentle smile on his lips, like a harmless good old man.

"...It seems that we haven't done enough to restrain unknown dangers?"

As soon as he came in, Colson saw that the person in front of him was tearing off the handcuffs that should be cuffed on his wrists piece by piece and playing with them as plasticine, and the smile on his lips became a little stiff.

"Why do you slander others' innocence as soon as you come in? I am a very good citizen!" Mo An was so angry that he threw the "plasticine" in his hand to the ground, and the sound of gold and iron burst out.

Just now, Mo An finally knew what the so-called "self-defense" ability in the system was.

Doomsday, the most powerful single biological weapon in the DC universe next door, has the characteristics of overcoming death, the power to destroy the world, the ability to jump like flying, the infinite physical energy that will never feel tired, and the super-fast healing and regeneration ability.

In the battle, according to the opponent's ability characteristics, he constantly evolves to restrain the opponent, adapts to all environments and all enemies, resurrects after being killed and evolves coping methods, so he cannot be killed twice with the same method, and he once killed Superman.

, although it is just an ordinary super, but it is enough to be proud of.

Sure enough, Tongzi still loves himself. Once he started the infinite resurrection, his personal safety has indeed been guaranteed.

Mo An no longer has to think about buying a pistol.

Just now, I just used a little bit of strength in my body to tear off the handcuffs and play with them. Is this even possible with all the firepower?

Colson took a deep breath, sat in front of Moan, and read through the transcript Miles had written previously.

"Mr. Mo, can I call you that?"

"Whatever you want." Mo An said nonchalantly. With the plug-in, he didn't have to worry. He became more confident. Besides, he knew the details of the man in front of him.

Colson nodded, "Mr. Mo, let me introduce myself first. I am Colson from the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency. I specialize in handling some strange events that occur across the United States."

"Wouldn't it be better to just say SHIELD?" Mo An said lazily, dragging his face.

"You know?" Colson's eyes flashed with surprise, and he asked with a pretended but interested look on his face.

"Know a thing or two." Mo An also smiled back.

Everyone, one large and one small, wears this hard outfit.

"Mr. Mo, it seems that you are in far more danger than we imagined. To be honest, I regret coming here." Coulson first came to Bengbu and joked.

"No, I am not dangerous at all. I have told you that I am a good citizen, but I can understand if you don't believe me."

"Well, how about we make a deal?"

Moan looked at Colson and suggested.

"...I need to ask our director for instructions." After thinking again and again, Coulson said seriously.

"Please." Mo An smiled.