Ten minutes later, three dark SUVs rushed into the edge of Manhattan at a very fast speed. More than a dozen fully armed agents in black rushed into the explosion scene with weapons. Rum, the leader of SHIELD's Special Response Force, walked in the end. He wore a black headset in his ear. After searching the scene for a few laps, he connected the call.
"I'm already at the scene, Director, but it looks like it has been attacked by terrorists. There is no way to tell what weapon caused the explosion, but a pile of twisted steel was found at the scene. It should be composite military material."
Rum was a real veteran. He reached out and took the steel fragments handed over by his subordinates, looked at them in his hand, and added another sentence.
"It should be the latest explosion-proof composite material. I suggest that this matter be listed as a Level 6 incident!"
"Okay, come back when you have recovered the scene."
Nick Fury's tired voice sounded in the headset. "It has been an eventful period recently. Keep an eye on things."
Rum nodded and was about to hang up the communication, but he unexpectedly found something else. He bent down and moved his fingers on the ground with tactical gloves, revealing half of a skeleton-like thing buried with a special technique. His eyes changed a bit. He dug it out and put it under his nostrils to smell it. His face suddenly changed.
"No! I found a suspected "Dragon Bone" magic material at the scene. Director, there are magic elements in this matter. "
Rum stood up and walked around the foot of the bed.
"The radius of the circle is at least two meters. A large summoning circle should be listed as a Level 7 incident!"
The SHIELD Director on the other side of the phone was silent for a moment and sighed.
"Sigh, block the news! Bring back everything that can be brought back! Contact the M.I.B. Special Operations Department and ask them to send senior agents to clean up! "
Five minutes later, an old Bentley drove out of the garage of the "National Bridge and Tunnel Authority" on the East Side of Manhattan. An old white man and a young black man were sitting in the car. The black man yawned.
"K, why do you think SHIELD always performs missions at night? Do they follow the standard banking time?"
"At night … Okay, you're right."
The white man driving also looked impatient. "I've worked here for 40 years. Every time something related to SHIELD, it seems to be at night. Get ready, J, it's said that this time they found a large summoning circle. It's very likely to be used to summon demons or demons. The world is about to become chaotic. It's terrible!"
The black man named "J" helplessly took out a silver-white, exquisite gun that didn't look like a gun that should belong to an Earth civilization. He played with it in his hand, making 'ka ka ka ka' sounds.
"Then what can I do? What should I do? Should I book a ticket for the earliest ship to the Jimihal System? You see, other than cleaning up their mess, there's nothing we can do. Damn it … "
At the same time, on the other side of Manhattan, on the second floor of the basement of Tony Stark's luxurious villa, in the middle of an empty parking lot, Constantine and Chandler slumped to the side like exhausted dogs, looking exhausted.
In front of the two of them was a newly drawn summoning circle. Seiber stood at the side with his ice-cold demon-hunting rifle. Tony Stark, whose face was bruised and swollen, was rubbing ice on his face as he curiously observed the magical circle before him.
"Can this thing really summon any devils or demons? Is there really such a thing in this world? "
The Playboy looked at Seiber suspiciously. Seiber said coldly.
"You've seen the abnormal side of this world, haven't you? Mutants, sorcerers, and a group of cultists who can make themselves explode. So what's wrong with adding a demon? This world is so annoying, so chaotic, and so disgusting. "
"Is it done?"
Saber turned his head to look at Constantine. The latter carefully placed a purple gemstone in the center of the circle and took a few steps back. The large circle with a radius of more than two meters in front of him seemed to have been activated. Purple light flowed along the light of the circle to every corner, igniting all kinds of materials around it, including dragon bones, jade, black agate, amber, and so on.
The flickering light scattered around the array, giving it a mysterious and profound feeling.
"Done!"
Constantine wiped the sweat on his face with his sleeve and said to Saber proudly, "The most perfect summoning circle. You only need to inject a trace of magic power to summon a demon. Your blood shouldn't be able to summon a demon lord. If that thing comes, you won't be able to defeat it. But don't say I didn't warn you, Saber. Some guys are very difficult to deal with! You have to be prepared. "
After that, he fished out an ancient scroll from his pocket. It was a wooden staff made of laurel tree and a carrier made of black goat skin.
"This is the completed contract, a master-servant contract. Don't mix it up. Drip your blood on it first. After you defeat the summoned thing, take a drop of its blood and drip it on the contract. That's it!"
He pulled Chandler, who was fondling the luxury car beside him with a look of infatuation, and waved to Saber and Tony.
"Okay, then we'll be leaving. I don't want to get involved in this troublesome matter."
After that, he sneaked away without waiting for Saber's reply, as if he was afraid of being asked to stay. Tony looked at Constantine and Chandler curiously. He turned his head to ask Saber.
"Who is that? He seems to have his ways. He seems to be a very interesting person. "
"Constantine, a private detective with a terrible reputation."
Saber unfolded the scroll. It was written with crooked Soul Runes. Fortunately, Saber could recognize it. A contract was a very serious matter. He had to read it from the beginning to the end to avoid being tricked by Constantine again.
"Private detective?"
Tony walked to the side of the circle curiously. He reached out his hand and fiddled with the purple halo like a child who had found a new toy. Men, no matter their age, were all chuunibyou creatures. He turned his head to look at Saber.
"I don't think a private detective can come up with something like this. By the way, you said that the person who attacked me was from the Ten Abstinences Gang?"
Tony leaned against the side of the car. He grimaced as he applied ice to the wound on his face that was caused by Saber. He fell into deep thought. There was a touch of sadness in his thoughts that could not be wiped away.
"Stan's house is empty. His shares were sold out 12 minutes ago. He ran away. It seems like the person who worked with the Ten Abstinences Gang is my uncle. The old man who treated me like his own son when my parents were still alive. No matter what he wants, as long as he asks, I will give it to him. Why would he use this method? Why would the Ten Abstinences Gang want to fight me to the death? "
"I don't know."
Saber kept the scroll. He glanced at the circle in front of him and said softly, "I don't want to know either. If you want to know, you'd better ask him yourself. You have the armor now. You are no longer a weak ordinary person. Tony, there are some things that you have to do yourself. Give me the information. Let me see how our Nick Fury is going to deal with me."
Tony nodded and walked to the side silently. Saber was not polite with his words, but he was right. Regarding Stan, Stark had never thought of using someone else's power to investigate Stan. Just like what Saber said, he was no longer an ordinary person. There were some things that he had to learn to do himself.
After experiencing the feeling of flying, after experiencing the invincible power of sitting in the armor, how could he be willing to go back to being an ordinary playboy?
While Tony was copying the information, a crimson portal opened up in Tony's garage. Casanova turned around and saw a man in a flashy red cloak, dressed like a hermit from the Middle Ages, walking out of the portal. Strange greeted Seiber with a satisfied expression and glanced at the summoning circle.
"Is that it?"
Saber nodded, "I need you to inject a little magic power into it. You know, I don't have any magic power in my body."
"No problem … You'd better finish it quickly."
Strange stretched out his hand and injected a red magic power into it. The purple summoning circle immediately swayed, like a mass of chaotic water waves. Something was about to rush out of it. The red and purple light intertwined, reflecting the entire garage red.
The former surgeon walked to the side and said to Saber, "The Ancient One called me.
"Ancient One is calling me. It seems to be urgent. I mean, you'd better come with me."
Seiber shook his head and spat out two words without hesitation.
"I'm not going!"
After saying that, he walked towards the summoning circle. Tony leaned against the wall and waved at Strange as if they were familiar with each other.
"Yo, Sorcerer … I'm Tony Stark, playboy, billionaire, genius … You can treat me as anything. Is there a way to cure my handsome face?"
Strange glanced at him and quickly noticed the shiny reactor on Tony's chest. As a doctor's intuition, he quickly realized that something terrible had happened to this playful guy in front of him. Coupled with the friendly relationship between Saber and Tony, he also thought that this guy was trustworthy. He shook his head.
"I can't … I'm not proficient in healing magic, but if you want, I can try to reverse time. Maybe I can cure you. By the way, my name is Strange, Saber's friend. He was my roommate when I was in Kamar-Taj."
“cool！”
Tony snapped his fingers and spread out his hands, "Time magic, sounds very powerful. Come on, don't hesitate!"
On the other side, Saber's finger gently stroked the blade, and a drop of dark red blood dripped into the purple and red circle in front of him. Just after the blood seeped into it, he heard a hoarse voice in a trance.
"Yo, new souls are always easy to catch. Step back! Mortal, the great Duke Bryce is coming! "
Saber didn't step back. He just calmly raised the golden demon-hunting rifle in his hand and watched the purple and red light in front of him expand, shrink, and finally turned into a purple smoke. In the center of the circle in front of him, a solid entity was condensed.
It was a demon with purplish-red skin. It had sharp ears, a long lizard-like tail, jagged teeth, and sharp claws. Its whole body was bulging with muscles, and its body was covered with mysterious magic patterns and scars left behind by battles. Strangely, it was wearing a black singlet and a pair of black boxers, and there was a smoking cigar in its mouth.
The demon's face was immersed in the smoke. In a trance, Zhang Heng saw an ugly face with a horny nose and a pair of pale yellow eyes that had a touch of cruelty unique to demons. This demon looked very similar to demons, but to be honest, demons rarely dared to destroy things. Destruction was an instinct that spread in the blood vessels of demons. However, this demon didn't have demon horns on its head. Instead, it had a touch of blue hair that looked like a Mohican hairstyle.
It stood up in front of Saber, and its height was 2.2 meters. It took a step back, and its tail easily rolled up Tony's handsome motorcycle. It was like a terrifying giant lizard that walked upright, and threw it aside. It reached out to take the huge cigar from the corner of its mouth and blew out a mouthful of smoke like a whale. In the terrible smell, it looked up and down at Saber, as arrogant as a god.
"Speak, mortal. You summoned Duke Blaise to offer your lowly soul … Wait a minute! What are you holding in your hand? "
The purple-skinned demon finally saw the demon-hunting rifle in Saber's hand, and behind him, Strange, who had condensed a runic halo on his left, and Tony, who was wearing a new iron armor on his right. He instinctively felt that something was wrong. He took a step back, and his hoarse voice became dangerous.
"What are you going to do? Mortal! "
Saber raised the demon-hunting rifle in his hand. He tilted his head, and after putting on his armor, only his eyes were exposed.
"I'm not in a good mood right now … I want to find a guy to fight, and you look quite suitable … Are you ready? Duke Bryce? "
In the next moment, the pair of eyes turned into a dangerous dark-red color. A magma-like ring of flames slowly lit up. Upon seeing the pair of eyes, the purple devil shrieked in an unpleasant voice like a rooster being strangled by its neck.
"Damn it! The knight who punishes evil spirits! I didn't provoke you! "
"Yes!"
Saber raised the demon-hunting rifle and the alloy sword that was wrapped in hellfire and rushed forward.
"We don't have any personal grudges, but I have to say that you're very unlucky, Duke! Be serious … Otherwise, you might really die! "
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