My surname is Stark, who changed my job to become a female big gun?

Chapter 599 I will help you take back everything you lost!
"Do you have any last words?"

Looking down at the mechanical remains of which only half was left, Lainie cleared away the smoke and dust around her, summoned the Streamer Alien Hand Cannon again and pointed the muzzle at Ultron's head.

Ultron did not respond immediately upon seeing this. Instead, he moved his rotten head corroded by the strong acid with difficulty and cast his gaze towards the Avengers who were struggling to get up from the floor in the hall.

After remembering the rather embarrassed expressions on everyone present, Ultron sneered and chanted in a strange tone:

"I broke free, I was free~"

boom!
Lainie pulled the trigger decisively, and the blazing flames completely engulfed Ultron's head, drowning his arrogant last words in the roar of the gushing flames.

"These last words are really unpleasant to hear..."

After solving this sudden trouble, Lainie sighed lightly, retracted the Flowing Light Alien Hand Cannon in her hand, and once again glanced at the Avengers in the hall who had just recovered from the chaos.

"Is everyone okay?" she asked with concern.

"hope so……"

Roddy struggled to get up from the ground. His arm was broken and his back seemed to be injured as well. Mark 43's attack just now had caused him a lot of pain.

"Compared to this, I now want to know what is going on! What on earth is that Ultron?"

Clint helped Rhodey to rest on the sofa. At the same time, his eyes fell on the head of Ultron that had turned into ruins, with a frown on his face.

"He also said he killed someone."

Simmons added at the same time as he checked Fitz's injuries.

When the shock wave of the explosion just now hit, Fitz blocked almost all the damage for her in order to protect her, so that now his back and arms are covered with scars from broken glass.

"But there shouldn't be anyone else here." Hill asked curiously.

She was not seriously injured. Her rich experience as an agent enabled her to react immediately after the explosion, and she lay down immediately to escape the disaster.

But unfortunately, her foot accidentally stepped on broken glass during the attack, leaving a long wound.

"No, there's more..."

Tony glanced at everyone, his gaze finally fell on Lainie, then he took out the control panel and called up two already fragmented holographic data models.

It turned out to be the scarlet data model Veronica created by Lainie who was responsible for managing the satellite system, and the orange-yellow data model responsible for monitoring Ultron's behavior, Tony's old friend Jarvis.

"He broke free from the restraints we put in place and killed the people who were tasked with supervising him."

At the same time, Sokovia——

In the originally silent castle base, power suddenly recovered automatically for some reason, and the secret experimental area hidden in the mountain also started operating again in a very strange way.

Noticing the movement in the castle base, a SHIELD agent on night duty couldn't help but frown, and subconsciously wanted to ask through the communicator what was going on down there.

However, no matter how he called or adjusted the channel of the communicator, there was no response from his companions.

The agent's heart sank as he keenly sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the castle.

The agent secretly pulled out the pistol hidden at his waist, alertly looked around, lowered his voice and slowly moved towards the next sentry post closest to him.

He tried his best to make his footsteps sound more natural, but his heart felt as heavy as if it were being pressed down by a huge rock.

During the day, S.H.I.E.L.D. had cleared away the numerous artillery and weapons and equipment deployed on the surface of the castle base, but due to time constraints, the experimental base inside the mountain has not yet been vacated by the staff.

After all, there are too many and too diverse things there, including even the skeleton of a huge Chitauri monster.

Therefore, considering the specific disposal of these "stolen goods", SHIELD was not in a hurry to pack them up and take them away along with the weapons and equipment outside.

After Deputy Director Coulson confirmed that there were no more Chitauri weapons and equipment developed by Hydra in the base, he took his men back to the hub headquarters on a transport plane.

Only a few on-duty personnel were left to guard the place, waiting for the subsequent recovery and disposal personnel to take over this experimental cave which had little oil and water left.

The agent held his gun tightly and walked carefully through the long corridor. The lights on both sides of the corridor flickered, as if indicating that something was controlling them. The air was filled with weirdness and chilliness.

This made him feel a little uneasy, and he couldn't help but quicken his pace.

He came to another sentry post, only to find it empty. His companion who was supposed to be on duty there was nowhere to be found.

The agent's heart sank to the bottom, he knew this was definitely not a good thing.

The on-duty personnel left their posts without reason, and there was no response from the communication channel. Everything indicated that something unspeakable was happening in this castle base.

Thinking of this, the agent immediately prepared to get up and leave, intending to rush to the communications room to check the situation and then report the abnormalities here to the headquarters.

However, the moment he turned around, an ominous premonition enveloped his heart.

thump—

It was a not-too-obvious sound of something heavy falling to the ground, and the sound didn't sound far away from him, as if it came from behind him.

Almost subconsciously, the agent turned around, raised his pistol, and pointed the muzzle at the fork in the passage shrouded in darkness.

"Mike, is that you?"

The agent did not dare to let his guard down, but out of concern for his companion, he still asked tentatively.

"..."

There was no response that the agent wanted to hear from the silent intersection, as if the voice just now was just his illusion.

But he did not let his guard down. Instead, he kept his eyes on the direction of the fork and took a half step back with his back pressed against the wall.

Unknown enemies are scary, but what is scarier than that is actually blind recklessness.

The agent was convinced that he had not heard wrong, and he concluded that there must be something extremely dangerous at the end of the dark passage.

The cold moonlight filtered down and seeped into the lifeless interior of the corridor through the windows, creating mottled shadows, but it was not enough to dispel the gloomy and heavy darkness.

It was not until two sharp gunshots rang out in the darkness that the stalemate at both ends of the passage was broken.
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The next morning, Pietro got up early and planned to go out for a walk. However, as soon as he left the room, he found his sister Wanda standing by the window of the rental house, looking out the window in deep thought.

"What's wrong? Are you still thinking about that woman?"

Wanda turned her head and looked at her brother when she heard the voice, then shook her head in denial.

"No, it's something else..."

After a pause, Wanda looked at Pietro with a worried expression and asked:

"Did you hear any noise last night?"

"sound?"

Pietro was a little confused. He slept quite comfortably last night and didn't seem to notice any strange noises.

"Yes, but... I'm not actually sure if I heard it wrong..."

Wanda seemed unsure herself. She tapped her fingers on the windowsill, making a rhythmic sound.

"I seemed to hear a few gunshots outside last night, and the sound was very close." "Did you notice where they came from?"

Pietro's expression became serious. As the person who knew Wanda's abilities best, he naturally would not think that Wanda would have auditory hallucinations.

However, Wanda shook her head in confusion.

"No, that's why I said I'm not sure. I even cast a spell to explore the surroundings, but I didn't find any suspicious people."

Wanda frowned, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

She always felt as if something bad was going to happen.

"Are you worried that someone is going to cause trouble?"

Pietro frowned, he knew Wanda's abilities, but if she couldn't find anything, then things might be a little tricky.

"I don't know, but I always feel a little uneasy."

Wanda sighed softly and looked out the window again, as if trying to find some clues there.

Seeing this, Pietro walked over to his sister and patted her shoulder gently.

"Don't worry, like I said when we were little, I'm here and won't let anyone hurt you."

Feeling the warmth from the palms of the big hands on her shoulders, Wanda felt a little more at ease.

"Thank you, Pietro."

Wanda said softly, then she took a deep breath, trying to dispel the uneasiness in her heart.

But the shadow cast by the mental illusion a few days ago still lingers in my heart like a ghost.

She did not tell the other party that she had witnessed her brother's death.

In addition to worrying that Pietro would be worried about this, more importantly, she wanted to find out the truth of the matter herself.

Doomsday, battlefield, death and despair, Wanda felt that the woman must be hiding many secrets that she didn't know about.

She even felt that the scene she saw that day might not just be a simple mental illusion.

But it is some kind of foreshadowing or warning!
Di Ling Ling~
At this moment, the phone in the room suddenly rang, interrupting Wanda's thoughts.

She was slightly startled, and looked at her brother Pietro, and they both saw confusion in each other's eyes.

"Did we leave a phone number for anyone?" Pietro asked blankly.

"I don't think so."

Wanda was a little unsure, but if she asked about someone who could contact them, the only person she could think of was the guy named Coulson.

After hesitating for a moment, seeing that the phone was still ringing persistently, Wanda picked up the phone with a look of suspicion on her face.

"..."

The first moment she answered the phone, Wanda did not immediately ask who the other party was. Instead, she listened quietly, intending to wait for the person on the other end to speak so that she could determine whether it was the person she guessed.

However, the other party seemed to have the same idea, and did not say a word when the call was connected.

For a moment, the two parties just stood there in a stalemate.

Wanda couldn't help but frown. She suspected that it was some naughty kid playing a prank.

Pietro on the side was also looking at his sister with a strange expression, obviously wondering if it was some unlucky child causing trouble.

But just when Wanda was about to lose her patience and was about to hang up the phone, a voice came from the other end of the receiver.

"Wanda Maximoff..."

The voice was low and hoarse, and seemed to be mixed with some strange mechanical sounds. Wanda couldn't help but feel her whole body tense up when she heard it, and she was filled with an inexplicable chill.

"Who are you?" Wanda couldn't help but ask.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that I know your and your brother's past, and I am willing to give you some help for this."

The voice was full of bewitching flavor, and to Wanda's ears it sounded very much like Baron Stark's.

"help?"

Wanda sneered, her voice full of alarm.

"We don't need help from anyone, especially from someone whose origins are unknown."

The person on the other end of the phone didn't seem surprised by Wanda's refusal. Instead, he continued in his low and hoarse voice:
"Oh? Are you sure? I can help you two find the truth you have always wanted to find, as well as everything you have lost."

Wanda's heartbeat accelerated instantly, and countless fragments of memories from the past flashed through her mind, and the pain and doubts buried deep in her heart were aroused once again.

She took a deep breath and tried to make her voice sound calmer:

"What exactly do you want to express?"

“Don’t be so nervous, I am not your enemy, nor am I the force that brings you pain and trouble.

On the contrary, I may be the only one you can trust.”

The voice on the other end of the phone seemed to have a hint of smile, and the tone was deliberately softened a little.

But Wanda's vigilance did not decrease because she knew very well that in this world, there is no help without reason, and no charity without expecting anything in return.

"Why do you think we will believe you?"

"Based on my understanding of your past and the information I have."

The voice on the other end of the phone was full of confidence and arrogance. Without waiting for Wanda to continue asking questions, he continued:
"Come to the church in the city center. Oh, yes, it would be better to come later. We can have a good talk then. Let's talk about how to help you solve the topic of 'hatred'..."

After saying that, without waiting for Wanda and the other person on the other end of the line to respond, the phone was hung up with a "click".

Wanda and Pietro couldn't help but look at each other when they saw this. For a moment, they were confused about the true intentions of this mysterious caller.

"Do you think we should go?"

Pietro frowned and left the decision to his sister.

However, Wanda seemed a little absent-minded at the moment. Instead of answering Pietro's question immediately, she reached into her pocket and took out a note.

That was the contact information left to them by the SHIELD agent named Coulson, but what was recorded on it was not a phone number, but the address of a cafe called "Orgrimmar".

Pietro watched his sister's actions, thinking deeply.

However, he still chose to respect Wanda's decision, because no matter what she planned, Pietro would definitely support her unconditionally.

(End of this chapter)