Video bloggers in American comics

"But... Tony Stark is already here." Jasper pointed out the window and said.

Director Fury turned his head and glanced, smiling slightly at Zhang Ming and Tony in mid-air.

Then he turned his head and his face quickly darkened.

"SHIELD, ah? When did the leader of an agent organization become so easy to find?" Director Fury knocked on the table, spittle almost hitting the faces of two subordinates.

"Today, the defense deployment of Trident Headquarters will be raised by two levels!"

"Okay, I'll arrange it right away." Colson took over the job.

Jasper asked, "What are they going to do?"

Tony was knocking on the window more and more frequently. If you listen with your eyes closed, it would be like a crazy woodpecker outside, making Director Lu Dan's head hurt.

"What should I do? Of course let these two bastards in."

At the front desk on the first floor of the Trident Building, Tony and Zhang Ming were sitting on the sofa in the waiting area.

Although the people who come and go at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters are all agents, regardless of their identity, they are all ordinary people with friends and families.

Even most of them have never been out in the field. The most common job on weekdays is to sort out various data. The most exciting job throughout the year is to open Google Maps and help field workers query and track routes.

Tony's steel armor was too eye-catching, and many female agents came over to ask for photos. With Tony's slutty personality, of course he welcomed all comers. When he met a beautiful one, the princess carried him and flew around the hall at low altitude.

Zhang Ming sat at the other end of the sofa, leaving enough space for them. In just a short while, the waiting area at the front desk became bustling.

"Hello..." A timid voice appeared from behind.

This is a strange woman, not tall, with long, silky blond hair, and she looks like she is a civilian or researcher from S.H.I.E.L.D.

The woman asked: "Are you the Silver Light Messenger?"

"Well..." Zhang Ming was stunned for a moment, "Yes, but I prefer others to call me by my name directly. My name is Zhang Ming."

The woman suddenly smiled and said, "My name is Gemma Simmons. My friends and I are all your fans. Thank you very much for saving New York. Can I take a photo with you?"

"Yes, of course no problem." Zhang Ming was a little flattered.

This is not the first time he has met a fan. Previous pole dance master Roy and Spider-Man Peter Parker are known to be his biggest fans, but...

Male fans and female fans definitely give people different feelings.

After getting a positive reply, Gemma took out a Polaroid, "As soon as I heard you were here, I borrowed one from my colleague," she explained.

With a click, the Polaroid spit out a photo. Zhang Ming took the photo and a pen and wrote in the blank space below the photo:

"To Gemma and..."

Zhang Ming raised her head and asked her the name of another friend.

"Fitz, Leofitz."

"To Gemma and Fitz, thank you for your attention. You are also the guardians of the world, Zhang Ming."

Zhang Ming handed over the photo.

"Thank you!" Gemma held the photo and left happily.

"You seem to be very popular. Do you need me to prepare a separate fan meeting?" Colson walked over with a smile.

Tony signed an autograph for the last girl and said narcissistically: "Then this small place is not enough. Girls from all over the United States will come and crowd this building."

"Let's go, this is not the place to talk."

Colson took them to the elevator, which went all the way down to the seventh floor, where they walked into a conference room.

"Please sit down, coffee or tea?"

"coffee."

Soon two cups of coffee were brought over. Tony opened his mask, took a sip, and said a little dissatisfied: "Where did your SHIELD money go? Every year, you make a lot of money from all over the world, and in the end you give this to your employees."

Grow the cheapest instant coffee.”

Tony sat on the chair, but the chair failed to support his weight and cracked into pieces. He simply stood aside holding the coffee cup.

Coulson smiled bitterly, "Are you just going to keep talking in your armor?"

Tony said angrily: "I can trust you, but I can't trust that braised director. God knows what other tricks he will come up with to trick me. Wearing this outfit will make me feel better. Okay, let's get back to the topic."

Tony's eyes became sharp.

"Have you caught Ivan Vanke?"

"Yes, to be precise, he surrendered."

"I want to see him."

"Sorry, I can't let you do this."

"He almost killed me!" Tony yelled angrily.

Coulson pressed his hands down to signal him not to get excited and said: "Tony, this is not what I mean, nor is it the director's meaning. This is... politics."

It's politics again.

Zhang Ming forgot how many times he heard this word from Coulson. The last time Abomination wreaked havoc in New York, it was because of "politics" that SHIELD, which claims to protect the world, did not take action. The only thing that could help was

Instead, it was Moira who broke the rules.

"Politics can affect you, but it cannot affect me." Tony stood up and pointed to his chest: "I am Tony Stark."

"Jarvis, scan this building and look for Ivan's vital signs."

Coulson sighed. He didn't know when it started. Director Fury gave him the job of wiping his butt. He touched his forehead and felt that a few hairs were missing.

"What do you want to do after meeting Ivan?"

"I..." Tony paused for a few seconds.

Kill Ivan?

It seems that he hasn't reached that point yet. Although Tony doesn't care about politics, he still doesn't want to leave any excuse for killing people in front of SHIELD.

Tony thought for a few seconds and said: "I want to tell Ivan that the Ark reactor he developed is far worse than mine, and the energy efficiency is reduced by 30%."

"That's it?"

"The other thing is to give him a good beating, at least give him a good punch."

"If that's all you need, I can satisfy it," Colson said.

"Then let's go."

"Please wait a moment, I'm not referring to you." Colson turned to Zhang Ming and said, "It's Zhang Ming. Ivan named you and wants to meet you."

"Me?" Zhang Ming was a little confused as to what kind of medicine Ivan was selling in his gourd.

A few minutes later, Ivan heard footsteps outside the door. He had a match in his mouth. When he saw Zhang Ming pushing the door in, he showed his gold teeth and grinned.

Zhang Ming was holding a bag in his hand. He put the bag on the ground, pulled out his chair and sat across from Ivan.

"I heard you wanted to see me."

"That's right." Ivan put his hands on the table and leaned forward, "I have always been curious about who can kill that guy."

That guy?

Zhang Ming's expression did not change, but his brain was spinning rapidly.

He did not directly say the word "big boss", but asked rhetorically about what the other party said.

"Do you know who that guy is?"

"When I close my eyes, there is an ugly ghost with a big head in my mind. How could I not know that?"

He knows the big boss.

Zhang Ming confirmed this and asked: "Why did he send you here? Just a few hours ago, he sacrificed many people to save you."

"That guy who was almost bald just asked me the same question, and I just lied to him."

Coulson outside the interrogation room touched the top of his head and felt hurt.

"Then?"

Ivan chuckled: "Then, I chose to tell you the truth. I don't know. The big-headed ugly guy told me that doing this would help the implementation of the plan, so I came. As for the specific plan, I don't know.

Know."

Zhang Ming frowned: "Do you trust him so much?"

Ivan doesn't seem to be the kind of guy who can be easily persuaded.

He is like a lone wolf hiding in the snowfield. He has no team, is skinny and hungry, and looks easy to bully. But once you relax your vigilance against him, he will pounce on you and bite your throat, swallowing your blood until you are beaten.

You won't let go until you die in the snow.

Ivan spread his hands and said: "Next is the paid content. You do me a favor. As a deal, I will give you a very important piece of information."

"What's the rush?"

"Bring me my bird, a white parrot that was taken away by those idiots from S.H.I.E.L.D."

Zhang Ming nodded to Ivan, indicating that he agreed.

"You can say it now."

Ivan pointed to his temple: "That blue potion, after being injected into the body, can make a person stronger and increase his physical strength, but with each additional injection, you will be more easily controlled by him.

I'm on the verge of being controlled. Maybe if I use it one or two more times, I will become the puppet of that big-headed ugly man.

He thought I didn’t know, haha, it’s a pity that we Russian men are not so easy to control, and I can still feel his emotions slightly. This is how I judge that the ugly guy didn’t lie to me.”

Zhang Ming asked curiously: "This is very important information, why are you telling me this?"

"At first I couldn't trust SHIELD's dogs. Once I told them, they would probably hide this information for various reasons."

"Secondly..." Ivan's eyes crossed Zhang Ming's and fell on the one-way glass wall, seeming to be looking at Tony on the other side, "That big-headed ugly guy wants to control this country through this method. Many people

They are all his targets, including Tony Stark."

"I don't want Tony Stark to be controlled."

"I hope he dies."

With the last word "death", the interrogation room became quiet. After a long time, Zhang Ming digested the information he had received.

"Thank you for your honesty, it's been a big help." Zhang Ming said.

"You're welcome. I've said everything I need to say. You can leave. Remember to bring my bird back."

"I will abide by the agreement, but before that, I have to punch you. This is Tony's instruction to me."

Ivan smiled and said: "Fight, don't hurt your matchstick-like arm."

"No." Zhang Ming put the bag he had brought in on the table, making a clanging sound that shook the metal table.

He opened the zipper and took out a steel glove.

"The right arm of Mark's armor has its own jet device. It is said that one punch can punch a ton of force."

Zhang Ming put on his gloves, made a fist, and looked at Ivan's face.

"Are you ready? Don't worry, just give me a punch."

Ivan's mouth was half open, and the matchstick he was holding fell to the ground at some point.