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Said it was a joint operation between S.H.I.E.L.D. and the military, Leon felt that if nothing unexpected happened, he would have to bear a heavy burden in this mission.

After all, the opponent is a person of psychic ability.

And the only person who can be immune to mind control is Leon alone.

Therefore, in order to prevent the soldiers from "rebelling" on the spot and attacking their own people again, after discussion, the military and S.H.I.E.L.D. have decided to let Lyon, the Avenger, take the lead, and only bring a few elites to form a joint team. The enemy is hunting down.

Whether it is the military or S.H.I.E.L.D., they all have great confidence in Lyon, an avenger whose combat effectiveness is exploding, and believe that he can

After all, not too long ago, he had just single-handedly killed off Abomination and several Hulks...

. . .

In the clear sky, a black Kun-type fighter plane made a trace in the sky, accompanied by a low roar, whizzing past...

In the fighter plane, apart from the pilot, there was only one passenger in Lyon.

Sitting on the seat in the fighter plane, Leon had already changed into a black tight-fitting combat suit tailored for him by Stark.

Although it is not a steel suit, its defense is slightly worse. However, this tight-fitting combat suit can also be said to be the crystallization of the highest level of science and technology in Stark's industry.

However, for Leon, the only effect of this suit is to try to make him not naked in battle.

As for defense, it was never something he considered...

Riding on a new Kun-style fighter with a top speed of Mach 3.5, Lyon soon arrived at Edwards Air Force Base in Munike, California.

Here, he wants to converge with the elite sent by the military.

However, what he didn't expect was that he was greeted by a familiar face...

"Hey! Leon, this way!"

As soon as he stepped off the fighter plane, Leon heard a slightly excited voice in his ears.

Following the reputation, Leon couldn't help but raise his brow.

Not far away, James Rhodes, wearing a green one-piece flight suit, stood upright and was waving at him!

A black guy came to greet Rhode in a hip-hop style, and Leon smiled:

"Hey, buddy! I didn't expect that my partner for this mission turned out to be you..."

As a good friend of Stark, James Rhodes, code-named "War Machine", had experience fighting alongside Lyon as early as the Battle of Stark Expo.

It is also for this reason that the military will send this general to perform tasks with Lyon.

From the high level of both sides, this is the first cooperative operation between S.H.I.E.L.D. and the military, and it will not be the last.

It is very necessary to establish a good cooperative relationship...

Sitting in a jeep, the two were chatting and heading for the hangar in the distance.

"The superior attaches great importance to this incident. The events in New York, aliens, and superpowers, all kinds of troubles, make them very urgent to show their strength to the White House..."

"I see."

Lyon spread his hands, shrugged, and then said, "That's why, they will ask us for assistance and send you this war machine."

"To be honest, this incident was originally a mess caused by the military, and you shouldn't solve it..."

Before Rod could finish speaking, Leon reached out and interrupted him!

"No problem, although I am not an active soldier like you, the work of SHIELD, like you, is two words-protection."

"And these two words often need to be defended personally..."

While they were talking, the two arrived in a huge hangar in a jeep.

From a distance, Leon saw the gray-toned "War Machine" steel armor, with a few wires plugged in, and seemed to be performing routine maintenance.

Since the last incident of Ivan Vanke, Stark has given this set of steel armors prototyped as Mark II to his friends.

In recent years, Rodr often wears this suit of steel armor, incarnates as a war machine, performs various counter-terrorism tasks, and has made indelible contributions to the stability of the military and the hearts of the people...

Arriving in front of the steel armor, a major in charge of maintenance affairs greeted him immediately.

"Sir!"

"What happened to the battle armor?"

"The charge has been completed, and the task can be performed at any time!"

"That's good…"

As soon as the voice fell, Leon's voice suddenly sounded from the side:

"By the way, for our mission this time, you should know what kind of enemy we are about to face..."

Hearing this, Luo Luo could not help his body shape, then turned around, and answered with a serious face:

"I have seen the mission briefing. The other party is a superpower with a certain mental ability, able to control the actions of others. I also know that you are not controlled by this superpower."

"That's why, why you are here..."

Leon nodded, his face full of sincerity:

"Yes!"

"When I was in New York~www.readwn.com~ I once met such an Asgardian. Like Loki, she has magic that can manipulate the human heart. Her abilities, and the abilities of this superpower, Very similar. Do not rule out this person, that is the Asgardian!"

"So, I can't guarantee that you won't be controlled through this steel armor..."

Before Leon finished speaking, Rod reached out and patted Leon's shoulder, smiling and comforting:

"Don't worry! If that happens, I will immediately shut down the system of the armor and try not to give him the opportunity to use me to attack you..."

Waved his hand, Leon explained:

"I did not mean that…"

"I mean, those little green fat guys, leave it to you. As for the guy who dares to stir in other people's heads, leave it to me!"

In the words, Rod clearly saw a trace of coldness in Leon's blue eyes.

"I have an account and want to do a calculation with him..."

. . . . . .

On the intercontinental highway at the junction of Michigan and Wisconsin, several black Chevrolet SUVs, like a king escorting a trip, clustered a large truck in the middle.

And inside the truck is a mobile biological laboratory.

All kinds of research equipment are readily available.

Particularly conspicuous, apart from the densely hung serums in the refrigerated freezers, there is the number of figures sitting at the experimental table, wearing a white coat, with green skin all over, and a head several times larger than ordinary people...

Carefully put the serum sample under the microscope, Samuel Stein's extremely strange face could not help but whispered:

"It's just a bit short of success..."

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