Plug-in Players In Marvel

The voyage, which originally took more than two hours, was shortened by Stark by one-third.

Counting from the moment of take-off to landing at the scene of the accident, 63 minutes have passed in the middle.

If you want to say fast, it is indeed fast enough.

But even so, he still couldn't catch up with the trip.

"Hey, you." Standing in the middle of a group of police officers, Stark looked around and chose the one that was more pleasing to the eye.

As he stepped forward, he lifted his visor and looked at the red-nosed police officer in front of him with an expression mixed with depression, anger, luck and excitement, Stark asked solemnly: "When you came, did you See a big guy over two meters tall? He has a big body, bald head, East Asian..."

"I don't know if it's the same person you're looking for." The white police officer nodded. "There is indeed a big guy who was taken away by the chief just now. If there are no accidents, he should have arrived at the police station by now."

"Thank you." Nodding, Stark put on his visor and prepared to take off.

Suddenly remembered something, he opened the visor again, pointed to the police officer's cell phone in his pocket: "Thank you for the information."

After leaving such a sentence, Stark flew into the sky with a flash of fire, and disappeared from the eyes of the policemen who were washing the ground.

At the same time, the police officer he had questioned suddenly received a text message from the bank on his mobile phone. It turned out that in order to thank him for the information he provided, Stark ordered Jarvis to transfer $20,000 to his personal account.

"Wow, he's really generous."

"Paul, it's time for a treat."

Because of this unexpected windfall, the depression of being temporarily called out to work overtime has been relieved, and the anger that arose after hearing that there were people in the jurisdiction who had a large-scale fight gradually subsided.

Looking at the colleagues who came up, the police officer named Paul smiled: "Okay, I'll treat you to supper. Guys, let's speed up and call it a day."

"You decide."

"no problem."

Not to mention the sudden increase in enthusiasm of the police officers, on the other side, Stark has already leaped three blocks to the New York City Police Department.

Asking Jarvis to call up the architectural structure diagram and find out where the director's office is at the first time, Stark flew directly to the window of this room without the slightest hesitation, raised his right hand wrapped in the armor, and gently knocked on the window.

Maybe it's because it's hard to control the strength when wearing armor, or maybe it's because through the glass on the window, I saw a familiar face in the room that I didn't expect at all, which made my hands lose weight...

"Bah~~." After just one knock, several pieces of glass on the window were shattered into shards.

"..." Only then did he notice Iron Man floating outside the window, the director George Stacey stood up frowning, came to the window and knocked on the window lattice: "Mr. Stark, if you come again next time, please Go through the main entrance, OK?"

"Sorry." Entering the room along the window, Stark opened the mask: "The maintenance fee is mine."

Although I felt a little sorry in my heart, at this moment, Stark really didn't have the heart to chat with the police chief in front of him.

After entering the room, he turned his gaze directly to Shi Xiaolei who was sitting on the sofa: "Loke, are you okay?"

"Hi, Tony."

Thinking that Stark should be able to provide him with some help through his contacts and energy, he ordered 2B to call him. To be honest, Shi Xiaolei really didn't expect Tony Stark to come in person. After all, his body has not fully recovered, and he is in Los Angeles, which is separated from New York on the east coast by the entire continental United States.

At this moment, seeing Stark appearing in front of his eyes, Shi Xiaolei was really moved.

And some sorry.

Looking at Stark, Shi Xiaolei smiled embarrassedly, and asked a little worriedly: "I didn't expect you to come here in person. Speaking of which, how is your body? Are you almost recovered?"

"Nine out of ten." Answering Shi Xiaolei's question, Stark nodded to the other two beside him: "Long time no see, Coulson and Mei."

"Hello." The attitude was as gentle as ever, and the smile was exactly the same as when we met last time. Coulson held out his hand: "Although the occasion is not right... Nice to meet you, Mr. Stark."

Mei didn't speak, but nodded to Stark, which was regarded as a greeting.

"SO, can someone explain to me, what is the situation now?" With some doubts in his heart, Stark turned around and looked at George Stacey: "Mr. Director, can you explain why I Will your friend be brought here? Since Coulson is here, I believe you must have obtained information from him, and you should know that my friend is not the person responsible."

"Because I need to know more." Facing Stark's questioning sight, Stacey gave a slightly tough answer.

The smiling face just now did not mean that Stacey put himself in a position lower than Tony Stark.

Although the salaries of the police in the United States are allocated from taxes, they tend to be more respectful to the rich who have provided taxes. But there is always an exception to everything, such as George Stacy, he is the kind of good policeman who has a strong sense of justice and will ignore his own interests in order to uphold justice.

Regardless of whether you are a big taxpayer or not, what I have to do is to fulfill my responsibility as the police chief.

No, after giving Stark an answer, Stacey looked at Shi Xiaolei again, and continued the previous question: "Mr. Locke, do you really not know the origin of those guys who suddenly appeared?"

"Sorry, I really don't know." Shi Xiaolei showed a bit of depression on his face, and scratched his head a little irritably: "Actually, I'm not even sure about the origin of the wave of soldiers in front. At the beginning, I didn't suspect they were fake, but after the shootout, I couldn't help but have some doubts. I mean, if they were actually active duty soldiers with official status... this is the continental United States and it's New York , I really don't understand why someone would choose to do it here, and the target is a group of serving soldiers who are performing their missions."

When Shi Xiaolei responded to Stacey's question, Mei, who was standing quietly behind Coulson, suddenly raised her hand to cover her ears.

After receiving the investigation results from the logistics personnel through the earphones, Mei lowered her arms and brought it to Coulson's ear, and began to report in a low voice.

"Are you sure?" Coulson, who was still calm before, suddenly became serious.

"According to the background investigation, yes." Mei also looked very serious: "There is a surveillance camera installed by a voyeur near the scene, which is hidden very well and has not been destroyed. The pictures taken through this surveillance camera... Although he wore a hood and did not reveal his face, but by comparing other features, it is basically certain that he is the No. 47 agent who died in the line of duty."