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Chapter 171 Invasion
at the same time.

Among SHIELD.

At this time, Nick Fury looked at the casualty report that had just been counted in Harlem with a gloomy expression.

Because the plague of worms, demons, and even angels and other supernatural elements appeared one after another in Harlem.

The World Security Council has already begun to hold S.H.I.E.L.D. accountable. If Pierce hadn't temporarily helped him withstood the pressure just now, the members of the World Security Council would have already called him and cursed at him.

After all, S.H.I.E.L.D. itself was specially established by the World Security Council to deal with all kinds of strange and extraordinary events.

So much money is spent every year to support S.H.I.E.L.D., but S.H.I.E.L.D. hasn’t even given the slightest warning. If the World Security Council doesn’t hold S.H.I.E.L.D. accountable, who else can be held accountable?

Even because of the relationship between hatred and Hulk.

This time the military also has an inescapable responsibility, and it has to bear half of the blame, but S.H.I.E.L.D. still cannot escape.

Who told S.H.I.E.L.D. not to mention the failure to do a good job in the early warning, but even the follow-up support and handling are so annoying?
After all, General Ross led people to the front line of the battle from beginning to end, and except for Natasha, no one else in S.H.I.E.L.D. even had a brilliant performance.

This makes it impossible for Nick Fury to shirk responsibility.

But can this be his fault?
He was wronged too!
Who knew that most of the agents of the New York branch of S.H.I.E.L.D. were slaughtered during the day, and such a disaster broke out in Harlem at night.

Nick Fury didn't even have time to dispatch agents from other places temporarily.

Thinking of this, Nick Fury's mood became even more gloomy, and he often greeted the dead clown in his heart. After all, if the other party hadn't killed a large number of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, they wouldn't have... ···
Looking at Nick Fury exuding low air pressure all over his body.

Natasha on the side silently took half a step back.

She didn't want to touch Fury's brow at this moment.

It took a long time for Nick Fury to suppress the fucking mood.

After taking a deep breath, Fury asked Natasha: "Have you sorted out the list of high-ranking Catholics and Christians who have recently appeared in New York?"

Natasha on the side heard the words and handed a folder in her hand to Nick Fury.

"All the lists are here."

After opening the folder and randomly flipping through a few pages, Nick Fury asked, "Do you think the mysterious man who summoned the seraphim will be on this list?"

Natasha shook her head: "When I came here, I briefly looked at the information of those high-level church leaders on this list, but these high-level church leaders don't seem to have any special abilities... At least from the information, Is such that."

After closing the folder in his hand, Nick Fury said in a deep voice:

"Since that's the case, let's expand the scope of the investigation! The seraph that appeared in Harlem is too powerful, coupled with the special status of angels since ancient times, we must not let this power be used by those who want to... "..."

"understand!"

After nodding in response, Natasha hesitated for a moment and asked, "Director, that list..."

Before Natasha could finish speaking, Nick Fury interrupted: "I will take care of that list personally, and starting today, that list is listed as a top ten secret, except for me , you can’t tell anyone about this, understand? Agent Romanov!”

"Understood, Chief!"

After Natasha withdrew, Nick Fury looked at the silver USB flash drive hidden in the folder with one eye, full of dignity.

"Hydra..."

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at the same time.

One of the oldest ports in the Federation is located outside the Port of Philadelphia on the Delaware River. At some point, a faint mist rose.

Through the light of the lighthouse, one can vaguely see the shadow of a dark ship slowly emerging from the mist and gradually approaching the port.

On the lighthouse, the navigator Latime, who was in charge of night watch, spotted the shadow of the ship entering the port at night through the searchlight of the lighthouse. The dark shadow walked away.

While walking, Latime complained cursingly:

"It's so late, why is there still a ship coming into the port in such a ghostly weather, and why no one at the tower notified, are those bastards in charge of the night watch asleep again?"

Complaining, Latime shined the beam of the flashlight on the ship.

He intends to lead the other party to the vacant ship berth in the port.

But soon, Latim discovered something was wrong.

In the faint mist, the Port of Philadelphia tonight was unexpectedly quiet.

Except for the crashing waves, there seemed to be no second sound in the whole port.

Even the bright lights that were supposed to illuminate the entire pier were slowly swallowed by the thicker fog.

Latime, who has worked in the port for many years, unconsciously showed a trace of nervousness in his expression, and then silently stopped his steps forward.

But right now.

The black shadow in the fog suddenly pierced through the fog, and appeared under the light of the powerful flashlight in Latime's hand.

It was a very large cruise ship.

There are not a few huge cruise ships received by the Port of Philadelphia every year. As a veteran employee, Latime should not have been surprised by a cruise ship.

But this supposedly bright and loud cruise ship is covered with all kinds of shellfish and seaweed...
That appearance is exactly the same as the sunken ship that was just salvaged from the bottom of the sea.

And what makes Latime feel even more palpitating is the death-like silence on this cruise ship...
When the cruise ship completely appeared before Latime's eyes, Latime seemed to vaguely see the huge shadow cast by the cruise ship, which turned into an ominous huge shadow and shrouded the entire port.

Gollum!

Latime swallowed unconsciously.

As a port worker, he has heard many scary legends about ghost ships on weekdays.

At this moment, looking at the huge ship in front of him, an ominous premonition quickly surfaced in Latim's heart.

"Ghost.....ghost.....ship..."

After taking a few steps back almost subconsciously.

Latime held the flashlight and ran towards the security room at the port.

There, there are more than a dozen security guards responsible for night patrols and guarding the order of the port.

Although if this is really a ghost ship, it is useless to have more security guards, but there are more people, and it is always safer.

While running, Latime didn't forget to pick up the walkie-talkie hanging on his chest, press the call button, and frantically asked his companion for help.

but.

In the walkie-talkie that has never had a problem, there is no other response except for the crackling sound of electricity.

The mutation of the walkie-talkie.

It made Latime's heart contract a little bit more, and also made his walking speed a little bit faster.

Can······

ten minutes later.

Latime, who should have already run to the port security room, was shocked to find that his position didn't seem to have changed at all.

That huge silent cruise ship... was mooring quietly behind him.

Latime, whose forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat, was already extremely pale at this moment.

He who has been running for a long time without getting rid of this huge cruise ship seems to have understood that simply running away will not let him get rid of this weird and huge cruise ship.

After taking a deep breath, Latim began to cheer himself up.

"No, don't scare yourself, maybe everyone on the boat is asleep? Latime, don't be afraid..."

In the constant self-puffing, Latim bravely climbed up the rope hanging beside the cruise ship.

When he climbed onto the hull covered with all kinds of shellfish and seaweed, and appeared on the deck of the cruise ship, a chill ran down his tailbone straight to his head.

In the dark deck and cabin, there is...
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Early the next morning.

When it was still daylight.

Tony Stark, who hadn't slept all night, came hand in hand with Pepper, and came outside the gate of Ayrin's house.

"squeak······"

Before Pepper could open the door, the mob who had already marked her access rights directly manipulated and opened the door on the first floor.

Pepper, who was just about to open the door on the first floor with his own voice, saw a strange look on his face.

"Has Aylin upgraded the access control system again?"

"Who knows? Maybe that brat added a face recognition system to the access control system or something."

Tony Stark on the side is not surprised by this, after all, the intelligent system in his seaside villa is more advanced than the one here.

Looking around at the crowd who had slowly turned their gazes here at some point, Tony Stark, who hadn't slept all night, said a little tiredly:

"Okay, don't stand outside, let's go in!"

Done.

Tony Stark walked straight to the door.

But the moment Tony Stark entered the gate, a submachine gun protruded faintly from the side of the gate, pointing at Tony Stark's head.

The metallic luster that reflected the cold light made Tony Stark, who had studied arms for decades, instantly confirm that this submachine gun was a real one.

The face of Tony Stark, who was pointed at his head by such a submachine gun, changed. The right foot that had just stepped out and hadn't stepped into the gate completely froze in mid-air.

"Oh, NO..."

Pepper, who was behind Tony Stark, saw this scene, and her face changed instantly. Just as she was about to make a move, she heard a familiar voice from the room.

"Okay, little monsters, let Aunt Pepper come in with him!"

Accompanied by Ayrin's voice.

The submachine gun pointed at Tony Stark's head disappeared instantly.

And following the direction where the submachine gun disappeared, he turned his head angrily, wanting to see who was Tony Stark who had the guts to point the submachine gun at his head just now.

All he could see was an empty wall.

Not to mention the person who pointed the gun at him, even the submachine gun just now disappeared without a trace.

"Walter?"

"The bastard who pointed the gun at me, and the submachine gun?"

"Why are they gone, kid, where did you hide them?"

Ayrin ignored the angry Tony Stark, but turned to take a step behind Tony Stark, and Pepper, who also flashed a trace of surprise in his eyes, asked, "Aunt Pepper, why are you here? Are you saying that you shouldn't hold a press conference or something? After all, the famous Iron Man participated in the disaster last night from the beginning to the end."

After seeing that Tony was fine, Pepper, who also looked a little tired, said in a hoarse voice: "In fact, the press conference just ended. Last night, the military and the government jointly held a press conference. Until just now, we got rid of those crazy reporters."

At this time, Tony Stark, who couldn't find the hiding guy, and the submachine gun, turned his head, and said to Ayrin full of resentment:

"Hey, that's right. We worked so hard all night to get those bad things done, but as soon as we entered the door, someone pointed a gun at his head. Is this how you treat your friends?"

"It's not my fault, who told you to speak ill of mobs last time!"

mobs!
Bad words.

This is the name of the smart butler who controls the access control system of Ailin's house?

With such grudges, could it be that Aylin's smart housekeeper is also an artificial intelligence?
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When Tony Stark fell into thinking because of Ayrin's words.

Pepper, who was in a heavy mood, didn't pay much attention to this point, she continued what Tony had interrupted just now, and said: "Actually, we are here this time to discuss the funeral of Mr. Clown with you. "

"Tony has bought the best cemetery in New York for him, found the best funeral company, and contacted the priest of St. John's Cathedral for him to hold a funeral for him..."

At this moment, Tony on the side interrupted again: "Correct me, the money for the cemetery was paid by Pepper, who said it was thanks to that guy for saving her life, and the priest at St. John's Cathedral, I also heard that after I held the funeral for that Mr. Clown, I came to me directly, saying that it was his honor to hold a funeral for a hero like the clown... I just asked someone to help arrange the funeral That's all."

Speaking of this, Tony Stark suddenly paused, and said: "By the way, speaking of it, I still don't know the name of that Mr. Clown. I always use the clown to refer to such a hero who dedicated himself to saving civilians." , it’s a bit too disrespectful.”

"It can't be when the time comes. Let's inscribe it with Mr. Clown on that tombstone, right?"

At the end, even Tony, who always had a hippie smile on his face, became serious.

For such a hero who sacrificed his life to save people, Tony still has basic respect.

what is it call?
After being told by Tony, Ayrin was slightly taken aback.

Aylin has never thought about this question, after all Aylin is very clear that his clone is only temporarily dead.

Moreover, even if the avatar is really dead.

The name of that tombstone cannot be called the Veil of Ayrin!

Otherwise, if his identity is exposed, he will have to die again?
Thinking of this, Ayrin pondered for a few seconds before saying: "I don't know what his name is, I only know that he likes to call himself... the clown of fate!"

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(End of this chapter)