"This is not a good way." Ada Wang looked at Meng Ao. She was not a decorative vase beside Meng Ao. Old Storm cultivated her at all costs, giving her enough vision and sensitivity in many things.

In her opinion, Meng Ao's behavior was a bit unnecessary.

"Why not?" Meng Ao asked back.

"It may be counterproductive." In response to Meng Ao's rhetoric, Ada Wang replied without thinking: "You know very well what the people in the World Security Council and the government have about mutants and aliens."

“That’s a questioning and fear!”

"If there is a weapon that can destroy a powerful alien race, then the World Security Council and the people of the government will definitely achieve it at all costs. Even the mutant groups led by Professor X, Charles, who are in power, have never taken them lightly."

"Trust and understanding are difficult to establish between these two different ethnic groups. If this were the case, then Trask would not have survived for so many years with the support of S.H.E.L.D.."

"It doesn't work to expect Charles and their protests to the government and the World Security Council. Those people will not pay attention to the protests of these mutants under pressure without enough threats. If you want Charles and their tamper with the Trask industry, the result will only make the World Security Council and the government think that the mutant group led by moderate Charles still has a very high threat to them and humanity, and in turn, rely more on the Trask industry."

"No matter how much damage Trask is, this flag will not fall until the Mutants are extinct. Nor will the World Security Council and the Government allow it to fall unless you are willing to take the flag."

"Tyrants and colonial clothing are different from sentinels." Meng'ao said seriously: "They are all-round, not to be targeted at a certain alien group. As long as the Tlask industry still adheres to the past philosophy, their products have certain limitations. However, mutants are just an alien."

Ada Wang looked at Meng Ao strangely, as the person around him. Ada vaguely grasped what he wanted to say.

"I just want to convey this news. As for the consequences of this news, I don't care. Under the pressure from Professor Charles, the World Security Council canceled or cut Trask's orders significantly, which is naturally good. But if it plays the opposite effect, I don't care." Meng Ao said, fiddling with his fingers.

"Even if some orders that originally belonged to you were stolen?" Ada Wang asked back.

"How much can a flag with a set shape take away? Tyrants and sentries. Although it can reduce casualties, it is just a group of weapons with violent and lack of human minds. It is always humans who dominate and manipulate these weapons."

"I agree with a lot of what you said just now, but what I don't agree with is that if you lose some orders in the second phase, the influence of Storm and I will gradually weaken and reduce in SHIELD. We will always be SHIELD's only choice in the field of top technology for biochemical weapons."

"As long as this is certain, our influence and importance on S.H.E.L.D. will not be weakened. The appearance of the tyrant only gives S.H.E.L.D. agents performing missions with more security and less danger, but not yet to the point where they can completely replace those agents who have undergone various rigorous training."

"It is true that the World Security Council and S.H.I.E.L.D. are both violent organizations, but violence is only part of them. Over the years, they have been able to block the aliens and divide their alliances, so that they are unwilling to devote themselves to the comprehensive conflict and confrontation with mankind, and rely more than just violence."

"If the sentinel is similar to the tyrant, then we don't need to worry too much for the time being. Cropped clothes are our core for the time being."

Meng Ao paused, looked at Ada Wang and continued, "Since so many people think that Storm's family's future is too threatening. We are desperately looking for competitors for us, we have to cooperate. As long as Trask does not cross the line, it is nothing to throw out some order benefits to give those people a peace of mind."

"Without Osborne, and Tlask, there will be some other company that is inexplicably released."

"Where is aim?" asked Ada Wang.

...

During the time Meng Ao and Aida were talking, there was a rush of people outside the Chinese Theater.

The night was driven away by the flashing lights around and the Christmas tree decorated with small light bulbs. The surroundings were bright and bright. A man with a coat, a national face, short black hair, and shirtlessness was sitting on a stone bench in the corner.

The man played with a small metal nameplate between his fingers, and his eyes were extremely focused. He seemed to be immersed in the unchanging game of turning the metal nameplate between his fingers. The man's face was gloomy, as if he was thinking about something.

Occasionally, he aimed at his wrist watch, raised his head and patrolled around, looking for someone's eyes in the crowd, as if he was waiting for someone.

Just as the man held the metal nameplate in his hand tightly in his palm and looked around again, he saw a man in a straight suit and a big bald head, stepping towards him with a forehand in his pocket.

"I thought you would be late." The man said to the visitor.

"I have always had a very good sense of time. You are our important collaborator." The bald man stood beside the man, his eyes did not look at the man, but swept around like an agent performing a mission, or as surprised as if he was surprised.

A fat figure following the bald man came over immediately turned his back and stopped in front of a Christmas tree, lowering his head and making a pose as if he was looking at a mobile phone. The phone in his hand slightly lateralized, and the high-definition camera recorded the movements of the bald man and the man bit by bit.

Habi, who had just been promoted to the security leader of Stark Enterprise, felt that he was a little obsessed with it!

He has always been a bit nervous and sensitive, or since he started being Tony Stark's bodyguard more than ten years ago, he has been a bit nervous and sensitive.

Hubby always thinks about some things that others ignore or care about, and then makes various incredible interpretations of this perhaps ordinary thing in a different way, and finally investigates them one by one based on these interpretations and then eliminates them one by one.

In many cases, this oversensitive interpretation is useless. Habi has tried to relax more than once, so that he can't always look so nervous.

But the bad thing is that habits and personality are sometimes not something that can be changed just by wanting to change. So over ten years have passed, Habi has repeatedly advised himself to change. But he has not been able to change to this day. Not only has he not improved, but in the eyes of those who are familiar with him, there is a tendency to become more and more serious.

For a period of time, his harsh regulations and security rules almost drove the office staff of the entire temporary Stark building crazy. Many employees, in a situation that they could not bear, complained from anonymous to real names again and again. But Hubby didn't care. In his opinion, this could only highlight his success.

Compared to his neurotic sensitivity, his sense of responsibility is more on it. This is why Tony Stark can clearly have a better and more powerful bodyguard. However, he has always brought Habi, a fat bodyguard with him who has no developed muscles and a little distorted figure.

Since Tony Stark handed over the safety of Pepper Pepper Potz to him, the responsible Hubby thought he needed to do everything well. Especially Pepper Pepper Potz had experienced a horrific kidnapping some time ago.

During this period, Harby has carefully observed many people Pepper Pots had seen. What made him feel most uncomfortable and suspicious was the rich man named Adric Killian that day, and the bald bodyguard who was slapped by the other party.

When the overwhelming sense of responsibility and neurotic sensitivity surged, the result was that Pepper Potz returned to the Stark Malibu Villa without his protection. He used the power and technology of Stark's enterprise to start an investigation into Adric Killian and others.

Today's sneaky bald man undoubtedly made Hubby's inner suspicion heavier. He was almost almost a blunt conclusion.

On the other side.

"Where are the things I want?" The man asked the bald man hurriedly, his tone and expression full of anxiety.

"Can you bear it?" The bald man did not answer the man's words, but instead spoke a little nervously and asked seriously.

"Can bear it." The man nodded without even hesitation, and after observing the surroundings, he turned his gaze to him and looked at each other without any hesitation.

"Can you confirm?" The bald man's tone was questioned.

"Can you be sure!" the man said affirmatively.

The bald man showed a strange look of indescribable mockery or pity on his face. After looking at the man for a moment, he held a black, ten-inch flat box in his right hand, bent down and placed it on the stone bench beside the man's legs.

"The new product is good, the latest and improved." The bald man smiled and said, "Don't say I don't think about you, the old guy. At the beginning, I told you about the dangers of this kind of product. As an old guy, I don't want you to have any accidents."

"Thank you." A hint of gratitude appeared on the man's face.

"No need to thank you, long live understanding." The bald man threw down a sentence, turned around and left without looking back.

Hubby took back his phone and a look of hesitation flashed across his face. The bald man had already left. He was supposed to chase him, but he felt it would be better to stay and see what the man had traded with him.

After hesitating for a moment, Hubi quickly made up his mind. He glanced at the bald man walking away, and with the cover of the crowd around him, he quickly walked towards the direction of the man receiving the goods. In his opinion, the bald man had to do today is probably just the thing now. Anyway, the other party would not disappear. Naturally, it is still more important to figure out what the bald man had traded for that man.

The man opened the box and took a look, stood up with joy, and walked in the direction that was completely opposite to the bald man.

The man took a few steps and was hit by the Hobbi who deliberately put it on. The box in his hand was knocked to the ground. The box that had been opened before and was lifted up immediately. The things inside the box also jumped out in a mess under the impact. They were some triangular flat metal blocks of different sizes.

While Hubi apologized one after another, he squatted down and picked up the metal objects scattered from the box with the man. Taking advantage of the time the man was only concerned about picking up, Hubi calmly and skillfully clamped a silver-white triangle flat metal block into his palm, and stuffed it into his tight cuffs as his wrist flipped.

After everything was picked up, Hubby looked up and wanted to say something to the man, but what he saw was a ray of light that was as hot as magma, flashing on the man's face.

Habi immediately stopped, suppressed his inner surprise and shock, nodded to the man, showed an apology smile, and stood up silently to leave.

After dating with Tony Stark for so long, Habi also learned some things and information that ordinary people don’t know, or are difficult to access. Judging from the man’s abnormality before, he vaguely guessed what was in the metal block on his wrist, and also had a sense of crisis.

The inexplicable sense of crisis forced Habi to leave the place as soon as possible.

However, after not taking a few steps, there was a scream and noise behind him, which immediately attracted Hubby's gaze, and his eyes widened due to shock.

He saw the man he had just left, kneeling on the ground, supporting the ground with one hand and pinching his neck with the other, as if it was difficult to breathe. On his face, clusters of red red like burning clouds suddenly appeared under his skin, as if there was a mass of high-temperature magma flowing under his skin.

A large number of people who discovered the abnormality quickly left the man's side, leaving a large open space around him.

In an instant, the man's face, which was as red as a soldering iron, shone with a blazing heat like sunlight. The lights were so dazzling that they even overwhelmed the man's face, and only allowed people to see the eyes and mouth that were shining like skeletons.

Seeing the man's strange appearance, Hubby, who was not too far from him, felt a cold sweat in his vest instantly hitting his whole body from the soles of his feet. No matter who saw the appearance of the man in front of him, the only thing that could be remembered in his mind was the grenade or bomb at the moment of the explosion.

Hubi reacted very quickly and escaped from the shock. His eyes subconsciously flew around, ran wildly, and rushed towards the nearest cement bunker.

The man exploded without any surprises, and the surging shock waves carried heat and firelight, swept across the entire square.

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