Over an island more than 100 nautical miles away from New York, suddenly, there was a thunderbolt and a black dot appeared in the sky. The small dot quickly magnified, and soon a huge black mecha fell straight from the sky.
The black aircraft, about 88 meters tall, landed on a tarmac on the island, raising a large amount of dust. When the hatch under the crotch of the mecha was opened, a thin little figure appeared, and he jumped off.
The little boy landed with a pair of short legs.
Luke, who was still at the age of 7, rubbed his sleepy eyes, raised his head, looked around for a while, and saw that there was no one on the wide square like parking apron except him. Luke opened his mouth and yawned, stretched himself and walked to the island on short legs.
"Assistant, do you have any news during my absence?" Luke asked as he walked.
There was no one beside him. However, a holographic projection suddenly appeared in front of him, moving with him step by step.
On the projection is a beautiful girl with long wine red hair, wearing a white coat in the laboratory.
The red haired girl smiled and said jokingly, "Master, welcome back! You have been away for 28 days, 5 hours, 19 minutes and 33 seconds this time. During this time, there have been a total of 129 small-scale military conflicts around the world. The Avenger Alliance has dispatched three times. In addition, the master said that there was an event that needs special attention."
"Oh? Which?" Luke's little face was full of curiosity.
As soon as his voice fell, the picture flashed in front of him, showing a piece of news.
A blonde anchor in the news said: "Scott Lang, an Internet criminal who claimed to be the informant, was convicted of robbery several years ago in connection with the robbery of millions of dollars of Vesta, an industrial giant in San Francisco. But he claimed that he was just trying to return the money stolen from customers by Vesta. The matter once made headlines.
"After serving three years in prison, Scott Lang will be released from San Quentin Prison on July 17. Lang has filed multiple lawsuits against industrial giants, claiming that they defrauded millions of dollars from customers. But the CSRC investigation has not found evidence of these allegations. We will bring you Scott's first interview since he was sentenced. He will participate in our live broadcast in San Quentin prison before he is released from prison... More news, please pay attention to WHIH News Front. "
"What's the date today?" Luke asked after reading it.
"July 9."
"Oh."
Luke nodded, tilted his head for a moment, and then walked on with his short legs.
The second cargo ant man is about to be released from prison, which is a time node worthy of attention.
However, compared with the other thing he is facing, it seems a little insignificant.
Not long ago, he just killed Miha in another universe, preventing Miha's ambition to destroy the whole universe. But then, he had to face another more terrible enemy - death, one of the five gods of Marvel.
Sufficient evidence has shown that the crazy extermination of hegemony is just a chess piece in the hands of death. Death attempts to bring all universes into the realm of death. Once let her succeed, then, all life in the universe will no longer exist!
He brought back a bad news this time. Death was plotting a great conspiracy secretly.
What is it? It's not clear yet.
The enemy is almost invincible. No one can escape the fate of death. Unless the thirteen apostles who have come to the Marvel universe join hands, this is a situation Luke would not like to see.
For now, he can only face this threat on his own.
He should make preparations early.
This time, he will develop a special model of Gaboga, called "anti death mecha".
It is Tony Stark's favorite thing to design a model for an enemy. Luke plans to learn from his cheap father. He needs Tony to provide him with some skills. Secondly, he needs a lot of rare materials for experiments.
These materials are too dangerous, and most of them are under the control of the Divine Shield Bureau. You can't buy it on the market.
"Assistant, put me through to Tony," Luke ordered.
"All right," said Christina, who had long wine hair and smiled.
In a moment, the video communication was connected.
Tony Stark, a playboy, a billionaire, the most attractive man of the century selected by Time magazine, appeared on the communication screen with a toothbrush in his mouth and shaving foam on his face.
"Hi, son! When did you come back? Just came back? Did you have a smooth journey? Everything is settled?" Tony greeted Luke happily.
"OK..." Luke said, rolling his eyes. He was still not used to the name "son". But he does have a father son relationship with Tony.
Tony took a towel to dry his face, smiled and said, "Now that you are back, come to me, and we can get together. You know, the media's high attention to me has always been a bit annoying. I have to live in Malibu recently to get rid of those followers. This place has been renovated and renovated by me. I suggest you also come to avoid the limelight. The whole world now knows your name is Stark. It's my son. Once you make a public appearance, those damned lenses will be aimed at you like bees' tail needles. "
Luke's mouth curled when he heard the words. He thought to himself that although Tony was no longer a playboy like he used to be in recent years, his face of extreme narcissism was hard to change.
Luke sighed and said straight to the point, "I have something to tell you. How many of the latest steel battle suit design drawings can you disclose to me? I want to pack them up and buy them together."
"Buy?" Tony paused and looked at Luke strangely, as if he were observing some rare animal.
"Why, what's the problem?" Luke wondered.
Tony stared at Luke carefully for a long time, and then said, "You can't be a fake, can you? When did you become so polite, son? Didn't you always rob him directly before?"
"Shit, go away." Luke suddenly became angry and cursed. Heart said, that is the old almanac.
"Remember to come to me when you are free. Pepper told me the other day that she missed you." Tony smiled.
"Humph!" Luke cut off the communication.
……
Headquarters of Aegis Bureau, on the aircraft carrier.
Director Nick Fry's office heard an uncertain voice: "Say again? The little boy is back?!"
Agent Hill's tall posture stood opposite his desk, his cool face was meticulous, and he reported to Nick Fry, the dark faced man behind his desk, "Sir, it's just the news. The satellite has also confirmed it. Luke Stark's huge mecha landed on the Apostle Island not long ago."
Nick Frey held his forehead, and for some reason, hearing the news made his brain ache.
He was about to say something when Agent Hill covered his earphones with a surprised expression on his face. Then he looked at Nick Fry strangely and said, "It's Luke."
Nick Fry rubbed his eyebrows and leaned back in his chair. "Connect."
Luke's young face immediately jumped out of the video screen.
"What's the matter?" Nick Fry asked deadpan.
Luke said, "You have several kinds of materials I need. I have listed them and sent them to you. The price is also marked on the list. They are all controlled materials. I hope you can sell them to me."
Next to her, Hill nodded to Nick Fry. She took out a tablet computer in her arms, which showed the list from Luke.
Nick Fry glanced over the list, saw the numbers marked on it, raised his eyebrows and changed his face.
Luke explained: "The price I gave was quite reasonable. It was three times higher than the market price."
Nick Fry looked up, stared at Luke with his one eye, and answered word for word, "Not for sale."
"Huh?" Luke wondered.
He gave a purchase price three times higher than the market price. Although these are all controlled materials, they are basically valuable but not marketable. In view of the good cooperation between the Apostle Island and the Divine Shield Bureau in the past, Luke believes that as long as his price is reasonable, the Bitan Tou should not refuse him.
"Why?" Luke asked inexplicably.
"These you want are not for sale," Nick Frey answered firmly. In short, it is not for sale.
Luke thought: Is it because he is too polite?
Just now, the same is true for talking with Tony. It seems that he is too polite, and these guys are not used to it.
It seems that in the past, the image of the lawless bear child has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and these guys have been used to it. They are not used to being so polite now.
Luke nodded secretly in his heart to get the materials. It seemed that he could only recover his true colors.
So Luke pretended to be indignant. With his hands akimbo, he pointed at Nick Fry from the video screen and shouted, "Bitter eggs! Don't think you are so young that you are easy to bully! Just ask you if you want to sell them? They are down to one-third of the market price! If you don't sell them, I will grab them!"
"One third of the market price?" Nick Fry raised his eyebrow and automatically filtered out the "bittern egg".
"Yes. That's right! If you don't sell it at a price three times higher, it's one third better. If you still don't want to sell it, don't blame me. Do you really think I dare not rob it?" Luke shouted.
"All right, deal." Nick Fry seemed to let go of some kind of caution and suddenly let go: "But you need to add a detailed record of the use of these materials. These materials are extremely dangerous and must not enter the market."
"Deal." Luke nodded and said in his heart: All right?
A deal was concluded between the two parties.
Nick Fry said that the Divine Shield Bureau would send a Kun fighter to escort the goods to the Apostle Island tonight.
Nick Fry breathed a sigh of relief when he hung up. He said to Hill, "This is the little fart kid I know. He was so polite just now, and I was afraid he was doing things secretly. Now at least we know that little fart kid is normal."
"Wise temptation, sir," Agent Hill said with a heartfelt nod, "once a child is abnormally quiet, he must have done something bad."
