American Comics: I Became Behind The Scenes

Chapter 30: A New Round Of Crisis (Asking For A Monthly Ticket For Flowers)

"I have never seen the technology of the opponent's battle armor, and I think the strength that the opponent has shown before can not only be achieved by a pair of battle armor, he must also be quite powerful."

Barton dissected calmly, recalling the scene of the opponent's battle in his mind: "The speed, strength, and consciousness are all far better than the average Ability I have seen."

"If such a number one person can be cultivated on the earth, then there are only those multinational chaebols."

The strength of the multinational consortium must not be underestimated. It may not be obvious at times, but in fact its influence has already penetrated into all aspects, and it is also out of reach of many ordinary people.

Over the years Barton has worked for S.H.I.E.L.D, he's seen too many of them.

Some financial groups can't even provoke S.H.I.E.L.D easily.

As for some organizations, it's not that Barton underestimates them. In his opinion, S.H.I.E.L.D. is already the top organization in the world, with top-notch technology and brokers, but it may not be possible to cultivate such a terrifying monster.

"Maybe." Phil Coulson rubbed between his brows: "The X-Men are already on their way, and now we have no other choice but to wait."

"In addition, the monitoring range has been expanded to a range of 500 kilometers. I will apply for the use of satellites. This time, I must catch the other party's trace."

Phil Coulson snapped.

If it is really someone from that side, S.H.I.E.L.D will suffer such a boring loss. If it is a certain chaebol, let S.H.I.E.L.D find out, and the other party must pay the price.

...

Time passed bit by bit.

The torrential rain still did not stop. While Phil Coulson was waiting, under the cover of night, a Blackbird fighter plane slowly fell from the sky and landed on the open ground not far from Phil Coulson's temporary base.

Blackbird fighters with vertical take-off and landing technology have no runway restrictions at all, as long as the road is flat.

The fighter plane landed, and as the hatch opened, the X-Men came out under umbrellas led by Cyclops Scott.

Phil Coulson and Hawkeye waited a long time.

When the two parties met, Scott shook hands with Phil Coulson Hawkeye Barton and said straightforwardly, "How is the situation?"

"Follow me." Phil Coulson led the X-Men to the top of a large vehicle, which served as a sentry tower due to the height advantage of the terrain.

The top floor of the cart is spacious enough to accommodate a group of people.

On the roof of the car, there is a rainshield blocking it, and with the sound of countless rainwater splashing, Phil Coulson pointed to the enlarged pattern on the transparent glass in front of him. The picture is exactly the processed base.

"There is only one person on the other side, but the single-body combat power is very strong, which caused us heavy losses, and fifteen fighter planes were destroyed."

Next to it is the recorded battle scene.

Several members of the X-Men looked at the screen, under the storm of bombing bullets spreading and covering, the red glow was in danger, destroying the sky armed forces in the shuttle.

His face became serious.

A sneer flashed across Logan's tough face: "It must be those bastards."

This kind of fighting style, he has lived for so many years, he has only seen it on those dogs more than a week ago.

Definitely is talking about people in the chaotic camp, he Logan is a person who loves and hates clearly, Sunspot, and the yellow ape treat them pretty well.

"Where's that guy now?" Scott asked, spitting out his mouth on Logan, but the others didn't care.

"We drove us away, but the person disappeared. Our life detectors and surveillance didn't find anyone. He must have shielded himself in some way."

Phil Coulson shrugged.

Scott didn't speak, but turned his head to look at Qin, who nodded, closed his eyes, pressed a finger on his temple, and in an instant, invisible's spiritual power swept across.

From an angle that other people could not see, Qin could use her spiritual power to see that somewhere in the front base, there was a special existence with extremely strong vitality.

Cold, dark, boundless blood.

Qin suddenly opened her eyes, facing everyone's gaze, her expression was serious: "He is there, I can feel his extraordinary, this kind of vitality does not come from the earth."

"Sure enough, it's those bastards." Logan snorted coldly.

"This person comes from a so-called unknown company. He should not belong to the same organization as the Akatsuki organization. His purpose is very clear, that is the hammer." Phil Coulson said.

At this time, the hammer was originally one of S.H.I.E.L.D's secrets, but now, under strong external pressure, S.H.I.E.L.D doesn't care about the so-called secrecy.

Keeping a temporary ally secret and creating a gap is tantamount to courting death. Fury will not do stupid things for a hammer of unknown origin.

Phil Coulson, who had already been authorized, spoke out the information without changing his face.

The X-Men didn't think too much, but pondered. Storm Ororo crossed his arms and said thoughtfully, "This thing comes from their world?"

"This thing must not be simple."

"Maybe." Phil Coulson nodded first and then shook his head. "But I'm more inclined to come from another place, listen."

He snapped his fingers.

A slightly metallic recording came from my ear.

"Found it, detected the position energy particle fluctuation, and the energy data has been transmitted to the center."

"It has a magic imprint and cannot be picked up."

"The coordinate point has been marked."

In conjunction with the scene of the man in armor trying to pick up the hammer, this changed the original guess of the X-Men.

"There are two possibilities, one is from another world, but it was detected by their so-called company and sent him here."

"Another possibility comes from a world in the three-dimensional world."

"There is a magic mark in the hammer, it seems to be related to magic."

Scott analyzed.

Phil Coulson nodded: "It's the same as our previous analysis."

"But the bigger problem is..."

"He marked the coordinate points." Scott said heavily: "This means that more people will come."

This is not good news.

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