The ghostly brave man mixed in American comics

He didn't want to see Lance, and Lance didn't want to see him.

When Tony tutored Max the day before yesterday, Lance went to audit for five minutes with interest, and when he came out, he felt that his brain was about to explode.

Sure enough, I am not engaged in learning material, and I can't even do such a simple topic, which is simply a shame.

Tony, who was aware of his predicament, became even more energetic, and where Lance was, he would tutor Max, just so that he could hear what he was saying.

Lance, who took advantage of the night to sneak to Tony's wine cellar and smoothed a dozen bottles of wine, just got up in the morning and took Tom with him, saying goodbye to Xinji and the overexcited Tony and rushing back to New York.

When stealing alcohol, he specifically told Jarvis not to tell Tony, but in the end I don't know.

At least looking at Tony's state today, it seems that he doesn't know about it yet.

In addition, after touching the fish for so long when he came back from Kunlun, it was time to contribute.

According to the intelligence, they should still be in New York, so the most important purpose of this return is to kill them and give Kunlun an explanation.

Lance, who was originally still beautiful, looked a little confused after landing in the parking lot.

After carefully looking at his car and location, he held Tom in front of him and said to the car: "How do I remember that the location where I parked before was not here?" "

[Is it?] Where should that be?

Tom, who broke free from his clutches, ran Lance's arm up his shoulder, yawned and went back to sleep, which was not something this kitten should think about at all.

Lance paced back and forth, left and right, always feeling that something was wrong.

Came to the front of the car and knocked, it looks like a normal car again?

No matter, let's go home first!

Lance touched Tom's head, got into the cab, started the car and drove towards the house.

The lance-abiding Lance, humming a little tune, drove the car, chatting with Tom from time to time.

Just as he was thinking about whether to find Lorna or Jessica tonight, a shrill roar sounded.

A black pickup truck rushed out from the side and crashed straight into him, fortunately, Lance reacted quickly and stepped on the accelerator instantly, and the tires of the car rubbed violently against the ground, splashing out a stream of sparks and rushing out.

The missed pickup made a sharp turn to try to catch up with him, but this behavior only made him more uncomfortable at high speeds.

Sure enough, the pickup truck rolled over twice on its side and hit a large tree next to it.

"Looking for death?" Lance, who had parked the car, poked his head out and turned back to curse.

He raised his middle finger and planned to restart, but dozens of people with heavy fire weapons poured out in front of him, all of them showing fierce eyes.

"Tom, who the fuck have I offended again?"

Lance, who didn't know why, looked at Tom, who had just crawled back from the back row, a little confused, he had just landed!

"People who make mistakes, but don't know it?"

There was a gloomy voice in the sky, and Lance looked up to see a blond man wearing a Star-Spangled cape descending from the sky and standing not far from Lance.

This man has golden-like dazzling hair, a resolute face, and a slightly thinner mouth under the bridge of his tall nose.

He looks indifferent, and his deep eyes show a coldness and arrogance, like a high god.

"This... Are you dressed up as a cosman? A somewhat surprised Lance got out of the car and took a few steps forward, looking at his outfit seriously.

"Huh..." the

man sneered contemptuously: "Superman? It's just a virtual character, but I am a real being, you can call me - a native of the Motherland! "

Motherlanders?"

Lance suddenly felt a little funny, and he almost laughed out loud when he looked at the dress of the motherland.

"Well, then this ... Motherland, do you want to sign me for no reason? Or do I, the hydra, want to destroy this country and need you to maintain world peace? Lance suppressed the urge to laugh and tried to keep a serious expression.

"Click!"

At S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, Nick Fury crushed the pen in his hand the moment he heard this, pressed the button on the table and said: "The monitoring satellite cuts off all external signals, and the real-time picture is transferred to my office, set to level ten!" Command, Nicholas Joseph Fury! The

motherland's expression was indifferent, and the eyes looking at Lance became more and more disdainful: "I can do whatever I want."

Lance patted his head: "So this Mr. Motherlandman, you are here to take revenge?"

"Does that matter?" Motherlandman, his eyes narrowed into a slit. It seems to be looking for Lance's weakness.

"Of course, it doesn't matter." Lance shrugged his shoulders and said it didn't matter.

"Since it's not important, why do you pretend to look like this? Or are you making a gesture to attract my attention? The people of the motherland laughed: "Your stupid routine is useless to me."

The surprised Lance looked puzzled: "Maybe you think too highly of yourself?" I'm just used to relaxing.

"Since it is revenge, then what are you hesitating about? Hurry up, I'll be home for dinner." Lance stretched out his right index finger and ticked it.

The Motherlander, who originally had the corners of his mouth raised, suddenly collapsed: "I want to see... What the hell are you capable of? As

soon as the people of the motherland waved their hands, the heavily armed people behind them suddenly began to pour out firepower.

Lance was instantly enveloped in a dense rain of bullets, grenades, rocket launchers, sniper rifles, and even high-explosive charges were thrown at him.

At this moment, the entire radius of Lance's body within a radius of ten meters was covered with thick gunsmoke and flames.

In the smoke, Lance's figure loomed.

"Good, and a little bit of ability." A trace of coldness flashed in the eyes of the people of the motherland, and they still acted very relaxed.

"Is it? This little skill surprises you? "

Whoops!"

The surrounding smoke and gunsmoke suddenly dispersed, and three golden cold rays cut through the air and hit the people of the motherland.

The pupils of the Motherlanders who sensed the offensive shrank and took off in an instant.

But the tactical team of more than a dozen people behind him did not react at all, and was directly cut off by the sharp sword blade, blood splashed everywhere, and intestines were scattered all over the place.

The Motherland looked back at the corpses that fell in a pool of blood, separated up and down, and did not react much.

Instead, he took a sip: "Waste."

Kaos disappeared, and Lance smiled: "How's it going, it's not bad, right?"

"Very good!"

The motherland man spoke in an icy tone and looked down at Lance: "It's a pity that you met me."

As he spoke, the Motherland suddenly leaned over and rushed towards him, punching Lance in the face, and the fist was whistling, making people feel that they could not be avoided.

"Come on!"

Lance's eyes narrowed, he clenched his palms into fists, and greeted him, and the moment the two fists intersected, there was a booming sound.