Pokémon Invasion Marvel

"This is just an ordinary radar of yours, right?"

Emerson came back to his senses, looked at the radar in Alyssa's hand, and asked with some confusion.

Although he has never used it, he knows what radar looks like.

What's more, he sent someone to buy this radar, and the word "radar" was clearly written on the list!

"Yes, radar.

I said that only I can find this island because of the unique frequency."

"There are countless radars, but there is only one radio frequency that can find that island!"

Alyssa lifted up a strand of her disobedient hair, raised the miniature radar in her hand towards Emerson, and curved her mouth in a touching arc.

She knew in her heart why Emerson asked. It was because she was using radar to locate the position, and she began to doubt her words.

"sharp!"

Giving Alyssa a thumbs up, Emerson really admired her approach.

Install a signal transmitter on the island that utilizes a unique frequency.

If it is a fixed island, it is still possible to be discovered.

But this is an island that is constantly moving, and is also surrounded by thunderstorms.

Even if someone did come looking for it, they would just treat it as a naturally occurring sea storm.

"According to the radar response, we are still some distance away from him. According to his moving speed, we will arrive tomorrow."

Alyssa was not dazzled by Emerson's praise. She looked at the radar in her hand carefully, thought for a moment, and answered his question just now.

"yawn--"

"Then you can show me the way. I need to take a rest first. I feel uncomfortable all over if I don't lie down."

Emerson yawned lazily, then lay down on the hunter's bone horn crown, using his hands as a pillow, assuming a sleeping position.

"All right."

Alyssa glanced at the mad dog who showed no expression, then looked at Emerson who was paralyzed in front of her, and reluctantly agreed.

Smiling on the face, but roaring in the heart.

MMP!

I’m very tired too, okay?

Don’t you know how to be courteous to a lady?

It's a pity that the two guys in front of her have no sympathy for her at all.

She didn't dare to resist or express her disgust.

Alyssa has decided to leave these two bastards as soon as she gets the elves!

What Alyssa didn't know was that she was planning a bright future in her heart.

The mad dog standing behind her raised his eyes and glanced at her gently, his eyes full of sympathy.

As someone who has experienced Mad Dog before, he knows very well that as long as he takes Emerson's elves, he has fallen into his trap.

Just like him, the elf has been obtained, but can he escape from Emerson?

able!

But the consequence of leaving is that the resources for elves’ cultivation are gone, and the elves’ cultivation route has to be explored on their own.

This simply makes you willing to sacrifice your life for him, and you even have to rush to beg him.

Monopoly!

Thinking of this series of events, these three words popped into Mad Dog's mind instantly.

Emerson seems to have strangled the source of everything. Everything related to elves must be obtained from him. There is no other way.

Emerson was sleeping peacefully under the sea breeze, but he didn't know that an old friend was talking about him at this moment.

In a simple and dilapidated underground cave, Tony Stark, who was seriously injured, was chanting Emerson's name.

This is already the third day of his captivity. With the help of Dr. Ethan, his consciousness has completely recovered, and his body has also begun to improve.

But Tony knew very well that this was just a superficial illusion.

In fact, his body is undergoing irreversible deterioration.

The wound on his chest constantly reminded him of the actual condition of his body.

His heart is always facing the threat of shrapnel, so he can still breathe.

I completely relied on Dr. Ethan's help, but this was just a way of quenching my thirst and could only be sustained for a short period of time.

That's why he kept saying Emerson's name.

Tony was thinking at this moment, if he had not taken his own face into consideration before and tried to reconcile with Emerson or even get closer to him.

Then at this time, does he already have his own elf?

Mastering that kind of powerful creature, he would definitely not end up like this.

In fact, Tony Stark was just a temporary thought. He knew that he would never lower his head.

The person who can make him bow his head has not been born yet!

His current thoughts were just brought about by a moment of weakness.

Once you get out of trouble, the playboy you once was will indeed pass away.

But currently only Emerson knows that a new Tony Stark will emerge.

A body of steel, as good as a god!

The half-life honor will be set sail at this moment!

A responsible person is also cast here!

But as his mind wandered, Tony began to think about the attack on himself again.

This is really unusual. The timing and the way the terrorists attacked were so coincidental.

His trip this time was completely confidential, and after arriving here, he decided on a temporary trip time.

What's more, he will carry an arsenal of weapons with him, giving him time to react and he can fight a defensive battle alone.

With the help of Jarvis, he can deal with the incoming terrorists alone.

But the terrorists, like a prophet, not only knew his route of action, but also knew exactly where the weapons he carried were placed.

Tony thought carefully and found that the terrorists used rockets to destroy his armored vehicle loaded with weapons at the beginning.

This was such a coincidence that it had to make him suspicious.

And the phone call he received before the attack, the phone call from the person closest to him.

Thinking like this, Tony's expression gradually calmed down, but his eyes became darker and darker.

I hope you didn't do all this!

"Hey, Tony, how are you feeling today?"

A concerned voice came, bringing his thoughts back to reality.

It was his cellmate, Dr. Ethan.

Dr. Ethan looked at Tony's chest connected to the car battery. A trace of pity flashed in his eyes, but he still pretended to be nonchalant and asked about his situation.

He knew that if a miracle didn't happen, his cellmate and patient wouldn't be able to hold on for long.

The conditions here are primitive, and even the medicines are only for trauma.

He was able to rely on this condition to temporarily save Tony's life, and he had done his best.

"I'm much better already. I'm Tony Stark. How could this little problem knock me down?"

Tony forced himself to sit up, as if he had recovered.

He was well aware of his situation, but this man's pride prevented him from being weak at all.

"Now that you're done, it's time to show your worth, Mr. Stark."

Just after Tony finished speaking, a strange voice suddenly sounded.

Only then did Tony notice that there were other people in this cell.

"What is your purpose in bringing me here?"

Just by looking at the other party's attire, Tony had already guessed the other party's identity.

"Mr. Stark, you are still as proud as ever."

This is a bald man, wearing a strict combat uniform. It is difficult to see his figure, but his tall figure cannot be concealed.

While speaking, the muzzle of the gun in his hand was pointed at Tony's forehead.