The God of Injustice in Marvel

475, retribution

The Tony Stark of this world still has doubts and doubts about Leon. Even after Leon showed complete harmlessness and locked his hands with iron chains, he still retained most of his wariness.

This situation only improved when Leon Yong was very "visionary" and "professional" and often blurted out certain concepts and functionality before Tony Stark thought of them.

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"Wind resistance? Why do you need to overcome wind resistance? Wind resistance is your friend, Tony. Without wind resistance, what would you use to adjust the direction? Do you just rely on the jet device in your hand?"

"Oh, don't pursue speed, okay, okay, okay... I know aviation aluminum can overcome this temperature, but you can't overcome it, right? The iron shell is stuffy?"

"You don't need to be equipped with so many weapons. Really, your biggest problem is definitely not the weapons, but the energy in your chest. According to your fighting method, it won't last long."

"By the way, have you considered the issue of freezing at high altitudes?"

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A close friend! A close friend!

Tony felt that his suspicion of this gentleman named Lyon just now was a bit unreasonable and almost insulting.

How could a person with such knowledge and the same opinions as him be a bad person?

The cooperation between Tony and Leon is becoming more and more in tune and understanding.

With Leon's help, Tony Stark avoided a lot of detours and completed all the processes of the Mark 2 armor almost without any obstacles or technical hurdles, and it was completed directly.

"The next step is the debugging stage. I suggest you control the power at 1% first, and then embed the intelligent program to assist you."

Leon, whose hands were still tied with iron chains, stood next to Tony Stark, who was neatly dressed and had already put on the armor that had completed the final painting process, and made his last suggestion.

"I'm going to test the performance of the armor next. I may not come back until later. It's twelve o'clock now. Why don't we talk about you tomorrow? What do you think?"

Lyon naturally has no objection.

Believing in Tony's intelligence is one thing. Leon feels that the world has become interesting, and he doesn't want to leave here so soon. It's another thing.

He agreed wholeheartedly: "Okay, then I'll go somewhere else in a while, just to do something. I'll come back to you tomorrow."

"Well, okay, it's settled."

Tony nodded, and then said with a tone that was obviously too excited to hide his inner feelings: "Jarvis, activate the armor and enter comprehensive digital management.

The boost flight procedure is started, the energy is... 4%."

"Wait a moment..."

Bang!

"Ah~————!!"

The rapidly activated armor, carrying Tony Stark inside, directly hit a big hole in the roof of the house. It quickly emitted tail flames and smoke, and disappeared amid Tony's shouts of excitement or fear, which he couldn't tell whether he was excited or frightened.

"Well, it seems that you are at a loss. You are destined to eat it. Even if you hide the bowl on top of the air conditioner, it will fall down and fall into your mouth.

Okay, after all, you hit a wall while wearing armor, and you are much stronger than before."

His hands naturally moved behind his back, and the thumb-thick iron chain on his hand broke directly and fell to the ground.

Leon raised his head and looked around. He stepped lightly, floated in the air, and flew out along the big hole made by Tony.

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In Brooklyn, above a building that Lyon is very familiar with.

"If I hadn't been thrown into the Marvel world inexplicably, then maybe the same thing would have happened to me in that universe..."

The place where Leon is located is exactly the small house he rented in that world.

And Leon Collins in this universe is currently staying at home, drowsily holding a cup of Happy Water and watching late-night programs on TV.

To be honest, seeing his other self with the exact same face doing something completely unrelated to him, even though Leon's heart is as big as a fight and his brain is as dense as a honeycomb, he still feels it is a bit too strange.

"Hmph, your fate is somewhat better. After all, the last owner of my body is already dead."

I don’t have the time to say hello to the “self” in this universe, or meet in person.

In any sense, he and Leon Collins are not from the same world. This meeting is completely meaningless and will not bring any gains to both parties.

"It just adds to worries. I wouldn't do such a thing!"

Feeling a little angry for no reason, Leon stood in the air, watching the guy stand up with a yawn, stretched his waist, turned off the TV, threw the remote control on the sofa, returned to the bedroom in the dark, and fell asleep.

After staying there in silence for a while, Leon turned around and flew to another place.

There is nothing worth remembering here, and there is nothing to talk about that is cut off.

I just came to see myself in another world, out of curiosity. That’s all.

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presidential palace.

The tall Fisker gives people a feeling of oppression like a giant even when sitting in a chair.

There was no one else in the office. Except for the driver and some necessary guards, the people who could help him with government affairs had already left work.

Through operation and some not-so-glorious means, Fisk gradually went from a gangster to the mayor of the Big Apple City, and then transformed into the president in ten years. Although Fisk still remembers his criminal dream,

It had been a long time since he had personally done anything that made him miss.

In a sense, he has successfully fulfilled his childhood dream and became the leader of the largest criminal organization in the world.

It is precisely because of this clear understanding that Fisker can be considered conscientious and hard-working in this position.

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Taking a sip from the cold coffee on the table, Fisk frowned.

I raised my head and was about to ask someone for a cup of coffee when I suddenly saw the exquisite little clock on the table.

"It's already so late... Hehe, last time I was busy at this late hour, it seemed that I was still dealing with the last competitor...

Ha, what do I want these for?"

Fisk stood up, looked at the documents on his desk, and felt a headache.

The problem of superheroes and supercriminals is becoming increasingly difficult to deal with, and public sentiment is becoming increasingly dissatisfied.

If he can't handle this matter well, he doesn't know whether he can be re-elected.

Two days ago, before the blind bastard and the skateboarding bastard were dealt with, the swinging bastard and the explosive bastard showed up again.

The headaches have not diminished, but are increasing in number. Before the discussion with the think tank has been completed, a criminal openly attacks police officers appears on the street over there.

Judging from the report, this guy can not only fly, but also has extremely strong hands, and can also launch energy-based attacks. His own defense power, or the defense power of his clothes is also worth mentioning. Putting these points together, Fei

Sk felt that this guy might be another difficult person to deal with.

If it doesn't work well, it will be more difficult to deal with than the guys mentioned before.

"Being president is more tiring than being a gang leader..."

Walking to the large floor-to-ceiling window, Fisk stared at the night view outside the window and muttered to himself.

"Then go back and continue being a big brother~"

Suddenly, a man appeared in front of Fisk, standing outside the window, and answered his "question".

After all, he was a man of action born of blood and fire. Faced with this sudden situation, Fisk showed no signs of panic.

His pupils just shrank slightly, and then he calmly stepped back and left the double-layer thickened bulletproof glass window.

He recognized the face outside, and the wanted poster sketch describing his face was placed on the desk behind him.

Slowly walking to the table, Fisk's eyes were fixed on the strange guy outside the window the whole time.

"You shouldn't have come here. Not only can you not leave now, but this crime is enough to keep you in prison forever."

Speaking this sentence out the window with a smile on his face, Fiske originally thought that he would be waiting for a scene that suddenly disappeared, or an enemy that slowly turned into smoke.

Unexpectedly, things did not develop in that direction.

The guy wearing the hat bent down and took off his hat and gave him a gentleman's salute.

His face turned cold. Fisk was not used to it, and he didn't like the situation of being out of control.

Still staring at the guy outside, Fisk reached out and pressed a certain position on the table.

He is now an ordinary person and the president, so of course he cannot do everything himself.

"What a pity..."

Fisk pressed his hand.

Then he touched the other hand.

"What's the pity? Can you tell me about it?"

He turned back sharply and leaned towards the direction of the voice.

But only halfway through exerting his strength, his elbow was tightly clasped.

"I just want to ask you a question. I don't want to answer it. There's no need to be so violent. Just do it."

Someone pushed him in the back, and Fisker jumped out as if he had been hit by a car, almost falling to the ground.

After standing firm, Fisk looked back.

Another guy wearing a hat and a mask on his face was facing him, taking off his hat and saluting.

He quickly turned his head and looked outside. The man outside the window did not disappear. He was still standing there, greeting him.

"You...you are two people?!"

Fisk asked in shock.

"No……"

A familiar voice sounded from behind him: "There are three of us."

Turning around and sweeping his fist, his fist was directly caught as expected.

Behind him, three identical "replicas" were standing behind him, grabbing his wrist, taking off their hats, and saluting.

"You...! You...!"

What the hell are these three!?

Aren’t these five?

After taking a few steps back, Fisk stopped until he was against the wall.

Looking up at the top of his head, Fisk pretended to be calm and said, "You should know who I am."

"Of course, ouch~ Why else would I come to find you~ You old-fashioned swallow, you are annoying!"

One of the mysterious men sat on his seat, put his feet on the table, picked up the document and started reading.

"Hey, I know all these guys. I didn't expect that one day I would actually get together with these people!"

Reaching out to make a fist, then releasing it, and then making a fist again, Fisk repeated this simple action.

He was ready to do it himself.

Until now, Fisk still doesn't know how there were so many people in his office all of a sudden.

The windows are intact.

The door is also intact.

The whole room is normal, but under normal circumstances, these strange guys should not appear in this room!

It's not very reliable to ask someone to come in.

Since these guys were able to get into this office by some unknown means, Fisk can assume that the security personnel outside are completely unable to help him.

What about escaping?

Nope either.

The windows are specially made and can withstand even RPGs. Fisk doesn't think he can break them open.

The direction of the door was right next to those guys, and Fisk didn't think he could escape.

Damn it! Why didn't there be more emergency call devices when this place was built?

Even if you dig a tunnel, make a trap or something!

Damn damn damn!!

Clenching his hands, Fisk's attacks just now were blocked by the opponent, but at least in terms of combat, Fisk is always confident.

only……

There are a lot of people on the other side.

"What do you want to do when you come here?"

Showing the enemy weakness. This is called tactics!

"Ah, wait a moment, I'll finish reading this."

Fisk:???

"Hahaha, I'm kidding you. Look at you, you're so anxious. Who are you showing that long face to?"

The guy threw the document on the table, put his hands behind his head, kicked the table with his feet leisurely, and said in a sway: "Wilson, Fisk, Kingpin, you name, I still compare it.

I like the name Kingpin.

Does your wife still open an art gallery? What's the name of your military advisor, the one with glasses? Is he married? He didn't give me any news, and I can't follow the etiquette and social status.

How is Bullseye? Is he dead? Where is Erica?

You can’t do this, you don’t know anything about it. I’m not telling you how much Bullseye did for you back then..."

This strange guy eloquently revealed all the things he had done as president.

Fisk's expression darkened every time he read a name.

No one should know about these things...

"...Isn't Mrs. Gao also...eh? Is Mrs. Gao still alive?"

Fisk said in a deep voice: "I don't know Mrs. Gao! What on earth do you want to do!"

Leon stood up: "I want you to do two things for me."

"……good."

"Well, I knew you didn't... hmm? Damn it! Why did you agree!"

The weirdo looked very surprised: "You agreed so much, how could I beat you?"

Fisk:……