"Actually, this isn't all bad, is it?" Tony hooked Colson's arm and clinked glasses with him: "You just said that LMD has a production line, right?"
"Yes, but I don't know where exactly. Mei and I are both level six agents, and we are not yet at the level to know that."
Coulson immediately understood what Tony was up to. He reached out and hung up the video communication. The small projection device looked like a button.
Didn’t Tony have a ‘photography project’ to copy Deathstroke?
The ready-made LMD only needs to change a piece of skin to imitate the Skrull Queen, which directly saves Tony the trouble of changing the production line, making silicone molds, or going to the workshop to knock out a robot with a hammer.
"I'm going to call Commander Maria. Does she have enough authority?" Tony took out his mobile phone and flipped through the address book: "Speaking of which, is she gay? Last time I wanted to invite her to drink with me, she actually
Refuse me."
"That's someone else's private matter. It's true that I'm an agent, but I don't belong to the department responsible for distributing birth control pills." The hairless agent turned his head away speechlessly and looked at the night scene outside the window.
The director's LMD is running all over the streets. This is not right. We must notify the second team on the bald side to investigate this matter.
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Where's Daisy on the other side? The goods have been picked up by now.
Because Tony used U.S. dollars for settlement, she was given a warm welcome at the former secret base in Ukraine.
The fat general in a military coat didn't know what specific duties he was responsible for, but he was so enthusiastic that he personally took Daisy to visit one of the abandoned Red House bases, and said that he could choose any of the brainwashing equipment inside to see which one was in good condition.
I'll have someone help you move it.
"If you buy a few more at once, you will get a tank or a large crematorium as a bonus." The general smiled and discussed business with the rich woman with super powers from the United States, and showed her the place where the Soviet girls lived and studied.
, gushing in proficient English: "By the way, we also sell nuclear warheads, satellite weapons, second-hand nuclear submarines or aircraft carriers, but not here. If you are interested, we can go to the beach to talk."
According to him, it's not a problem for Daisy to fall from the sky with a ray of light and be wrapped with lightning. As a paying customer, she can be covered in flames, have horns on her head, and come out of the ground.
The female God of Thunder looked at the corpse crematorium with large black spots at the entrance and exit. Although it was pitch black in the furnace, she seemed to hear the screams of the innocent souls.
"No, I'm just here to help pick up the goods, I can't make the decision."
"Is that so? It doesn't matter. You can go back and tell your boss that we are having a sale here. If you are interested in any antiques, you can contact us again." The fat general still smiled enthusiastically and asked his men to move out the brainwashing equipment.
It is convenient for this lady to pack it up and take it away.
Daisy didn't know what kind of pervert would be interested in the things here, whether it was the small bed covered with tooth marks, rusty handcuffs, torn dolls and small skirts, the inconspicuous places had seeped into the cement wall
The black marks all indicate that this is not a good place.
Furthermore, her impression of visiting this kind of 'website' has deteriorated.
Now she just wants to escape from here. Although the seller is very enthusiastic and honest, she feels that her chest is very tight in the underground facility.
The group of people came back to the ground. The set of brainwashing equipment, including a large chair similar to a dentist's bed, plus a bunch of monitors and old-fashioned computers with tapes, were all used by soldiers without numbers and with their faces covered.
Pile on the playground.
"Madam, how do you plan to take these away? Do you need to see our cargo military plane?" Looking at this pile of sundries, the general started selling again.
"Hmm..." Neither Daisy nor Tony thought that the so-called piece of equipment was actually a complete set. There were dozens of them in that big cabinet alone. Although they could lift it, their arms were not long enough.
In front of so many people, wouldn't it be a good idea to just call Rainbow Bridge to pick me up?
The existence of superheroes is still half-understood, but myths and magic must be kept secret.
Just when she was struggling, she suddenly felt a gust of wind coming from behind. When she turned to look behind her, a barge-like aircraft decorated with reliefs of skulls and roses was breaking through the clouds and descending rapidly.
Clouds were like cotton candy, wrapping around its fuselage, and those large-caliber weapons were clearly protruding from each hatch, looking very ferocious.
The troops on the ground immediately became alert, but this strange red aircraft did not show any hostility. It just hovered carelessly next to the cargo and opened the hatch.
Several figures jumped out from the aircraft. They were women wearing white armor and red robes and ribbons. They all carried flamethrowers and various high-tech luminous weapons.
"Female God of Thunder?" The white-haired woman headed by walked over with a sword, and her armor, which did not appear to be heavy, left deep footprints on the wasteland: "The great emperor guided us to this place, the sun and the stars
Keep an eye on everything, you need to dedicate your strength to the order of glory."
"Wait a minute, I don't understand what this means." Daisy grabbed her hammer and showed great resistance: "Who are you?"
The leading woman on the other side sighed, turned to look at the sisters behind her, lowered her voice and moved closer to Daisy. She could even smell the smell of orange soda on her body.
I just heard the other party whisper: "The Sister asked me to tell you: 'It was Deathstroke who sent me here. The satellite has seen your whereabouts. Now come with us.' Do you understand this time?"
"How do you prove your identity?" Daisy became shrewd. Although she was very happy to hear that it was Deathstroke, when did he have such a group of elite female warriors under his command? This is not like Kamatai.
Ji is here...
"Proof, does this count?" The woman lifted up the ribbon on one side of her waist. Under the sacred red seal was a small khaki silk bag. She stuffed her long power sword into the small bag and took it out again.
Come out: "You know this, right? The nun said you must know it, and she lent it to me."
Daisy also got one of Deathstroke's space props not long ago. Anyone who has this thing has a good relationship with Deathstroke.
"Why did I forget that I still have space props again, and I'm still worrying about how to transport these equipments? I'm so stupid!" Daisy knocked on her head, looking very annoyed.
Not long ago I reminded myself not to forget the power of magic, but I still couldn't remember it!
"Carry supplies onto the ship! Take this human woman to meet Sister Efilar and purify the world for the emperor!"
Seeing that Daisy was persuaded, the woman turned around and gave the order, and the nuns immediately echoed loudly.
"For the Emperor!"
They began to move the equipment quickly, throwing it onto the landing craft as easily as moving a few bricks.
"I know Efilar." Daisy finally understood something. She flew into the landing ship and looked at the nun in front of her: "You guys come from the same place, uh, you all like to wear armor in your hometown?"
The nun captain smiled slightly and gestured to the skull servo floating over. The spacecraft immediately took off. She replied:
"Sisters, we are ordered to help humans. You don't need to ask too many questions. I am just following the order."
"Okay." Daisy found a place to sit down and breathed a sigh of relief.
On the wasteland of the playground below, the Fat General and the others looked up at the aircraft disappearing into the sky, silently.
"Leader Vasily, it's not Iron Man who's here, do we have to follow him?" A masked man who looked like a guard came closer and asked the fat leader in a low voice.
How can the general look like a diligent businessman at this time?
The body quickly shrunk like a deflated balloon, and his face changed accordingly, turning into a strong middle-aged man with white hair. He looked at the bright spot disappearing in the sky and slowly shook his head:
"Cancel the operation, send manpower to collect intelligence again, don't be in a hurry, my comrades, we will definitely gain our own place in this world..."