Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

The Mariana Trench is the deepest trench in the world and the deepest ocean known to mankind. High water pressure, complete darkness, low temperature, and scarce food resources combine to make this place one of the worst environments in the world.

Of course, this is only in comparison to ordinary people.

For Iron Man and Black Robe Mage, there is no difference between here and on land.

He Shenyan's body was shimmering with shimmering light, and the water pressure and the freezing sea water were all isolated. This layer of light is like a natural danger, and the sea water is not even qualified to touch the corner of his clothes. Above their heads hung a soft white light for illumination.

And Tony wasn't so decent. He is determined to try the ultimate pressure resistance of his mk100, so he is still conducting his own tests.

You know, this is 10,909 meters of seabed, and the water pressure is already terrifying in this case. Not to mention crushing people, even a tank can be turned into scrap metal immediately. Tony is still holding on.

"Jarvis, increase the anti-stress level of the nanomaterials on my back. Damn, I didn't think to come here for a walk at the beginning of the design... Nanomaterials still have their limitations. If I knew this, I should bring Here comes that diving suit."

"Do you still have a diving armor?"

"That's natural, I even made a suit that could swim in lava. Of course, I never wore it."

"What are you doing without wearing it?"

"Of course it's to pass the time... no, I'm joking, it's actually to plan ahead. I'm a person who is very focused on planning and planning for the future."

Walking at the bottom of the 11,000-kilometer ocean trench, He Shenyan glanced at Tony with strange eyes. Is he really embarrassed to say such a thing? He wrote a three-page plan for his wedding, but ended up not finishing one.

"Hey, what's your look? I can see it!"

"Then take a look, Tony. Don't ask me to repeat what happened at your bachelorette party."

"..."

Tony immediately shut up with interest, he was going to take that matter to the coffin all the time. They went deeper and deeper, and the view of the bottom of the sea was not suitable for walking. That's for sure, not to mention how deep this place is, just the sound of the sea purring is scary enough. Not to mention the fish hiding in the dark.

Anyway, everyone can't see each other, and they grow up casually. This sentence is no joke.

"Damn it, why, do all the fish in the deep sea look like this?"

Tony pointed to a black and extremely ugly fish that had just passed by their side and was tens of meters long. The mental tentacles conveyed the surprise in his words exactly.

"...otherwise what do you think it should look like? A square yellow sponge? A big-nosed octopus that plays the recorder? Come on, this is the Mariana Trench, not Bikini Beach."

"It would be nice if it looked like that. But you haven't told me why the nuke is here."

"I scanned the entire earth." He Shenyan raised his hand and pointed to his temple. "The deepest part of the Mariana Trench, 1,200 meters ahead of us, is an underwater base. Built by Nick Fury, it was taken during the Hydra Rebellion and hidden. "

"Wait." Tony frowned. "Don't tell me, Hydra is not dead yet."

"Of course they're all dead, Tony. But the base is not, the US government — no, some people in the former US government took it over from S.H.I.E.L.D. I have to say, Nick Fury is very fond of this base. Be careful. He used alien technology on it, and it's no wonder Coulson and the others couldn't find the exact location of the nuclear bomb."

He Shenyan raised his head and glanced forward. There was nothing in the deep and dark seabed. The white light above their heads is still constantly feeding the light source, and in such an environment, people can't help but start talking softly.

So does he.

"But, Tony." He Shenyan said softly. "They are located 10,000 meters under the sea, how are they going to transport those nuclear bombs to all continents?"

"Teleportation technology? No, this kind of thing only exists in the imagination, I don't think those politicians have the ability to make this kind of thing."

Tony frowned and began to think, throwing out conjecture after conjecture: "Or did they hide another helicarrier, and Fury hid it with the same alien technology? Ah, damn it. I I really hate that bastard who is dead and restless."

"Tony, expand your thinking."

He Shenyan smiled: "Technology may not be able to do it, but what about magic?"

Former U.S. senator, Swift Olina, is sitting tremblingly in her seat.

Not only her, but a total of twenty-three politicians who want to make America re-emerged are all trembling in their seats at this time, not even daring to let out the air.

They were in an ordinary-looking conference room. A man with a mask, whose face could not be seen clearly, was sitting in the main seat. At his feet, there was a burned body.

"Take him out." The man said in a hoarse tone. Soon, two things that were dark and not humanoid walked in and dragged him out. The moment she saw them, Swift Olina trembled even more.

She began to hate her stupid decision a few years ago - the disintegration of the United States, but she still has a wealthy family, why should she rush into this muddy water? Well now, their lives are not theirs anymore.

"Mr. Alter."

The man spoke again, and the guy named had white hair and a mustache. Hearing his voice, he stood up trembling. The man in the mask stared at him, the dark mask had two holes, revealing a pair of red eyes.

He stared at Alter and said, "Ten days have passed, and Tony Stark has not replied to you. Honestly, I'm disappointed. Is this the efficiency you promised? It seems that the reason for the disintegration of the United States is not There is no reason."

"Well, that's because—"

"—don't make excuses, Mr. Alter," said the man's voice softly. "I hate most incompetent people using excuses to justify themselves."

He sighed: "It's always like this, you humans can never be trusted. At the best, we still need to do it ourselves..."

The man stood up and walked to the conference room window, staring out into the silver aisle. Disdainful tone: "Even your architectural style is so disgusting, pure silver, seemingly simple, but without the slightest artistic beauty. I can't understand why such a low-level creature like you exists."

He took off his mask, and in an instant, the light in the conference room began to be devoured frantically. The black shadow rushed out of his body frantically, and quickly swallowed up the only twenty-three councillors left in screams. He let out a grunt from his throat, then put on the mask again.

"Tony Stark..." he muttered. "First target."