"Kacha"
The ceramic cup in his hand was crushed into pieces, and the fragrant black tea in it scattered all over the ground. Logically speaking, when touched by the hot liquid, there will be a subconscious dodging process, but at this time, Tony Stark just looked at the ceramic fragments in his hand, reached out silently, picked up a tissue, and wiped the water droplets on his palm.
"The inoculation process was perfect. This Extremis nourished the organs in your body that were almost exhausted, and it also helped you melt the shrapnel rushing in your blood vessels."
Seiber sipped his tea as he spoke casually.
"The damage caused by Palladium to your body is already in the past. Now you are healthier than 99% of the people in the world. Even if you don't wear your armor, there are not many people in the world who can deal with you."
Tony's face sank and he didn't speak. Saber didn't seem to see the bad expression on his face, and he continued:
"The only bad thing is probably that before you can fully control your emotions, it's best not to play some exciting activities with your female companions, so as to cause an Extremis reaction. Also, you need professional practice for the control of your strength."
He turned his head to look at the gratified Miss Potts:
"If you don't want to endure him crushing all kinds of things for a month, you'd better live in a different environment."
Saber stood up, walked forward, patted Tony on the shoulder, and joked in a low voice:
"I know it's hard for you to abstain for a while, but it's necessary. Enjoy your abstinence time."
"Click"
His wrist was clasped by Tony, who raised his head and looked at him with a complicated look:
"Everything went black, and when I woke up again, I became a monster. This feeling is a little uncomfortable, but … thank you anyway."
Saber looked at those eyes, lowered his voice, and sighed:
"You're still blaming me for not telling you before the injection, aren't you? Or, do you think I used you as a test subject? "
Tony was silent, but this silence was an answer in itself.
"Look, I took a picture of your situation at the time."
Saber took out his phone from his pocket, picked out the picture, and showed it to Tony:
"At that time, you were hit by a human bomb and had fallen into a serious state of shock. You were seriously injured and on the verge of death. If I hadn't injected you on the spot, you might have been in danger even leaving the underground base. I think you should understand."
"I can understand."
After Tony Stark, who was extremely egotistical, saw the photo, he faintly let go of his conspiracy theory about this matter. He sighed and looked at his hands a little helplessly. There was a faint orange glow under his skin, as if magma was flowing through his veins.
"I just … I just can't accept that I'm no longer a human. I've always been proud of this identity...... I fight...... Now, I look like a monster....."
He raised his head and looked at Saber........................
"I don't know, because I've never lived as a pure human, but I can roughly imagine it when those ordinary people pointed at my nose and called me a monster."
Saber patted him on the shoulder sincerely and whispered, "Don't think too much. Being able to save your life is already a very good result. Think on the bright side. At the very least, you can now live a healthy life for a long time without making Miss Potts sad. You probably don't know …"
Saber glanced at Potts and lowered his voice again.
"When you were seriously ill, Miss Potts made up her mind. If you died, she would be buried with you. She's a good woman. Don't let her down."
"Okay."
Tony nodded. People with high IQs looked at problems differently from ordinary people. Smart people like Tony Stark often had self-persistence, and few people could help him mediate the anger in his heart. They could only rely on themselves.
Saber, wearing sunglasses, walked out of Tony's villa. Chandler's car was parked at the entrance of the villa. Saber got in. The moment the car started, the window rolled up. Saber took one last look at the villa and picked up his phone.
"Hello, Professor Hawkins. Have you received the sample?"
"Analyze it as soon as possible and see if you can replicate it. I don't want it to be as good as the original. I want it to be popularized, understand? Everyone can use it, even if the effect is reduced to less than 30%! "
He hung up the phone and took out a silver-white syringe from the box beside him. He picked it up. In the dim light of the car, the purple liquid emitted a chaotic and heavy light, as if it was refracted into a spectrum of many colors.
Saber closed his eyes, flipped the syringe in his hand, the needle pierced into the blood vessel, and the purple liquid quickly flowed into his body.
At the same time, on the other side, in the warehouse management office at the mouth of the Hudson River in New York, in one of the staff lounges, Ivan Vanke, who was disguised, leaned against the window with a cigarette in his hand. He looked like a dock worker who was taking a break from work, but from his vigilant eyes, it could be seen that this guy was not an ordinary person.
"Click"
The door of the lounge was pushed open from the outside, and Ivan quickly took out a pistol from his arms and pressed it against the head of the guy who entered the lounge.
"Hey! Put down this dangerous thing, I'm here to help you! "
Agent Sylvitt looked at Ivan without changing his expression. The bald agent wore gold-rimmed glasses and was not afraid of Ivan, who exuded a beastly aura all over his body. Even if the guy in front of him was injected with Extremis, he could kill him with a wave of his hand.
Ivan obviously didn't trust him. The desperado from Russia took a step back without putting down the pistol in his hand. He said in heavily accented English:
"Ten Rings Gang was betrayed by someone. They said it was SHIELD, but I know … SHIELD has no way of getting a clear picture of every layer of defense in that heavily guarded base."
A cold light flashed in Ivan's brown eyes:
"It's you! Hydra betrayed the Ten Rings Gang! Am I right? "
"Yes or no … it doesn't make any sense!"
Agent Sylvitt took off his glasses and sat on the sofa on the side under the threat of the gun. He crossed his legs and looked at Ivan Vanke indifferently:
"It's not easy to escape from The Devil Gang's encirclement, Ivan, are you sure you want to waste it here? You see, your former employer is dead, and the nanomachines in your blood can't control you. I mean, why don't you find a new employer who can afford it? "
"Sure enough, it's you!"
Ivan's expression was ugly. He took another step back to the back of the lounge, where there was originally a pile of building materials covered with waterproof canvas, but now, there was a pile of more dangerous things.
"What if I say no?"
The Master Mechanic from Russia reached out and grabbed the waterproof canvas behind him, and pulled it down hard. A large Mech in a static standby state appeared in front of Agent Sylvitt. He reached out and pinned the pistol in his arms, stretched out his left hand, and the large Mech behind him also stretched out its left hand and made a rude gesture towards Agent Sylvitt.
The latter's eyes flashed, and he whispered:
"Nothing will happen. I will watch you get on a plane or a cargo ship back to Russia, but your plan to take revenge on Stark will be ruined. As far as I know, Stark was injected with Extremis last night, which is more advanced than the one you were injected with."
This sentence made Ivan's expression change, and he said calmly:
"Even if there is no Extremis, I can kill him sooner or later!"
Although it seemed that there was no reaction, Agent Sylvitt was keenly aware of Ivan's clenched fists for a moment. He reached out and tapped on the table with a smile:
"Admit it, Ivan, you are no longer his opponent now. Whether it is the Mech or your physical fitness, you are behind him! And with the passage of time, you will only fall behind faster and faster! "
"Shut up!"
The cold pistol was pressed against Agent Sylvitt's neck, and Ivan's expression became ferocious: "Shut up! You bastard! "
"Everyone can bluff, Ivan Vanke, I think you should be more aware of the situation!"
The bald Agent looked at Ivan, who could pull the trigger at any time, and he said loudly:
"Now we are the only ones who can help you fulfill your long-cherished wish! Cooperate, or kill me here, choose for yourself. I don't think a smart person like you will choose the wrong answer … What Ten-Ring Gang can give you, Hydra will only give you more! "
"Swish!"
Ivan retracted his pistol, his eyes were filled with angry sparks, and the orange light on his fists was getting brighter. It seemed that he could smash Agent Sylvitt in front of him into pieces at any time, but after ten seconds, he turned and punched the wall, then took a deep breath:
"What do you want from me?"
The bald Agent's eyes flashed, and he whispered: "We only want one thing, your loyalty."
"Haha!"
Ivan sneered, picked up a bottle of vodka from the table, and gulped it down: "What a big appetite!"
"This shows that we can give you a lot."
The bald Agent snorted: "Hydra will provide you with everything you need … and help you revitalize your family business. Dr. Anton should have built an industrial empire comparable to Stark Industries. We can compensate you for all of this, and when necessary, we will even create a 1v1 battlefield between you and Stark."
"It sounds pretty good."
Ivan closed his eyes and said casually: "Then it's a deal, I hope you won't be as short-lived as Ten-Ring Gang."
"Cut off one head, and two more will grow on the spot … We are not the same as Ten-Ring Gang, you can rest assured in this regard."
Two hours later, on the top floor of the triangular building, where the World Security Council was located, Agent Sylvitt had just reported the operation to the old man in front of him in one of the offices.
"So, Ivan is one of us now?"
Alexander Pierce, who was sitting in a chair, narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment, then nodded: "You did a good job, Sylvitt. The addition of such a person will indeed strengthen our strength in a short period of time, but don't focus on him."
"You mean 'Operation Insight'?"
Agent Sylvitt pushed his glasses, and a trace of difficulty flashed in his eyes:
"Fury has kept that plan very secret. We only know that he intends to use a weapon to destroy SHIELD's opponent in one go, and what weapon? Where is it? How to locate it, we have no idea … "
"No … It's just that you don't know."
Pierce took out a document from the drawer and handed it to Sylvitt: "Destroy it after reading it. Due to your excellent work during this period of time, you have passed Fury's review, and should soon be transferred to the Project Insight project team."
The former director of SHIELD, half of Fury's teacher, and the current director of the World Security Council, Mr. Pierce looked a little tired. He rubbed his forehead and said in a low voice:
"This plan was originally proposed by us, and Dr. Zola specially designed a complete set of algorithms for it, but I later handed it over to Fury for him to execute. Sylvitt, I need you to arrange for our people to enter and speed up the progress of this plan …"
The bald agent heard a hint of foreboding in Pierce's words, and he lowered his voice:
"Sir, has the situation deteriorated to this point? Don't we still have the advantage? "
"The advantage is only temporary, they have much more high-end combat power than we do … and Fury was personally promoted by me, I know how powerful and ruthless he is."
The veteran of Hydra was like a hunter who had been bitten by his prey. He frowned and said:
"This time, he would rather cut off his own arm and commit himself to cooperate with forces like The Devil Gang in order to eliminate all the untrustworthy people hidden within SHIELD. This is simply a lose-lose strategy. We can't let him struggle so hard anymore … Project Insight will be a good diversion."
Pierce leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes slightly, and said softly:
"Even if things go to the worst, with three Enlightenment-class Battleships in hand, we can still take the initiative. Does Fury think he can bring SHIELD back to life? Hehe, he can't even protect his old subordinates … By the way, Sylvitt, do you have any clues about finding the remaining Winter Soldiers? "
Hearing this question, Sylvitt's eyes changed, and a strange feminine smile appeared on his lips, but it disappeared in a flash:
"I have made a careful plan. This time, I will personally lead the team, and I will definitely bring back the scroll that fell into Saber's hands … Hello Hydra!!"
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