Chapter 719 "Smart Man" Substitute?

In an experiment disguised as an abandoned factory in the suburbs of New Jersey, Killian, who had rushed back to the base from New York, was sitting in a not-so-luxurious office.

The computer screen in front of him was displaying the surveillance footage of the entire laboratory.

In the picture, a beautiful woman with a slim figure, wearing a white coat, was injecting medicine into several disabled people who were fixed on the hospital bed.

As the orange medicine was injected, the disabled patients let out roars that seemed inhuman, and their bodies continued to emit orange light and were accompanied by intense high temperatures.

The metal brackets used to fix these patients even showed signs of melting, but soon, these disabled patients in extreme pain began to find that their incomplete positions began to change, and new limbs began to form under the urging of the orange light. grow.

This discovery made these disabled people who were in extreme pain excited, and the joy of regaining life replaced the physical pain.

They are all disabled soldiers who lost their limbs in the war. Life after retirement has dealt them a heavy blow, which has made them extremely desperate. Otherwise, no one would agree to participate in this kind of human experiment, which is illegal at first sight.

The woman in a white coat stood beside the experimenters, constantly observing and recording something. Just when she thought she might have succeeded, the two experimenters began to emit an obviously uncontrollable intense light.

The laboratory's automatic sensors detected a problem, and two semicircular metal shields quickly lowered from the ceiling, covering the two experimenters.

Killian frowned as he watched the two metal shields on the screen tremble violently, and then the high temperature instantly burned the two protective shields made of special metal.

Then various fire extinguishing and cooling machines came out from the ceiling and sprayed at the two protective covers.

Killian impatiently fast forwarded the surveillance video, and finally found that three experimenters passed the experiment. They went from being a disabled soldier that no one cared about to becoming the first-generation warriors of the "Extremis Virus" developed by him. one of them.

Seeing those "soldiers" easily punching through the steel plate with their bare hands, no matter what kind of injury they suffered, they could quickly recover under the action of the "Desperate Virus" in their bodies. Killian closed the monitor with satisfaction and leaned on himself with a smile. Sitting on the leather chair, he looked up at the uneven white ceiling of his office, as if he was longing for something.

Just as Killian was enjoying it, a phone call came in and interrupted his thoughts. He frowned and picked up the phone and took a look at it, then picked up and said, "What are your orders, Lord Mandarin?"

The Mandarin voice on the other end of the phone said with dissatisfaction: "Your stupid behavior two hours ago attracted the attention of SHIELD.

Killian, what are you doing?

It would be the stupidest thing to do to draw SHIELD's attention before our plan comes to fruition!

Oh, as a scientific researcher, you may not even know what SHIELD stands for! "

Killian took the phone away a little uncomfortably, and then said with a smile: "It seems that you have arranged a monitor around me, but so what? Except that my men knocked out an Aegis that was following me. I am a rookie agent in the bureau, and I have done nothing else.

Maybe in a month I will be the one who changes the world. What can they do to me? "

The Mandarin on the other end of the phone listened, was silent for a moment, and then said: "Killian, your mission is to cooperate with our allies to give them a chance to complete the last harvest in the Middle East.

Then Stark is our target. You seem to have missed the point! "

As he spoke, the Mandarin seemed to have thought of something, and he suddenly smiled and said: "I don't care what other ideas you have, but remember your mission.

Create a few more explosions and take out Tony Stark. Now you're the boss and you have the final say!

Let's see what Dr. Killian, who dares to stand on the rooftop and jump down, can do? "

Killian looked at the hung up phone, frowned and thought for a moment, then shook his head and smiled, feeling that the Mandarin, the always strong boss, suddenly seemed not so scary.

After turning off the phone, Killian leaned on the chair again, crossed his legs on his desk with enjoyment, and said softly to himself: "Yes, I am the boss! Maybe I’ll still be the richest man!”

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In the beach house in Florida, the Mandarin stood in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the sea not far away. He shook his head and smiled and said to a butler-like figure next to him: "Khalif, go find my substitute. Come and then you leave America, we need a leader at our base in the Middle East.

Try to maintain the strength that lives there, and it’s okay to give up some if necessary.

I will be using them in the future! "

Butler Khalif nodded and spoke to a communicator on his collar. Then he looked at the Mandarin and said, "We have left. Where are you going? Do you want me to prepare a few safe places for you?"

The Mandarin smiled and shook his head and said: "No, I have a place ready to go, it is safer than anywhere else.

Our little Killian obviously has other thoughts, but that doesn't matter, Stark must be his target, and he doesn't seem to be able to wait any longer.

This is enough for our allies, and the media's attention will definitely be taken away from him. "

The Mandarin sighed with dissatisfaction and said, "Why do I always meet such idiots who think they are smart?

Let our people back up the information on "Extremis Virus" and find an opportunity to leave Killian as soon as possible.

His arrogance made him forget caution. He didn't even know what S.H.I.E.L.D. meant?

I am already a target of the Gunslingers. If I become a target of SHIELD again, my career will be terminated.

I need an escape plan! "

Khalif was a cautious man. He just nodded, and then stood aside without saying anything and asked what the Mandarin's escape plan was, until there was a knock on the door of the study.

Khalif went over and opened the door to welcome in a man who looked and dressed exactly like the Mandarin.

After guiding the substitute to the Mandarin who was facing the sea, Khalif bowed slightly and said: "Sir, he is here!"

After Khalif finished speaking, he didn't say any more nonsense. He just nodded to the Mandarin who turned around and left the study.

The Mandarin circled around the newly arrived "him" several times until the sound of a helicopter came from outside the villa, and he knew that everyone here had evacuated.

Looking at the embarrassed "himself" in front of him, the Mandarin smiled and said: "What is your name? Where are you from?"

The substitute Mandarin bent slightly, lowered his head and said softly: "My name is Trevos Lytherin, and I am a stage actor."

The Mandarin smiled and patted Trevor on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Very good, you look exactly like me. Do you have your passport with you?"

Trevor looked at the Mandarin with some fear and whispered: "Yes, those are in the box in my room. I just got here this morning and just put on my makeup."

The Mandarin smiled with satisfaction, and then said gently: "Then you must be very tired. It's best to go and take a rest right away. I don't seem to need you much anymore!"

Trevor wanted to nod his head in confusion, but then he desperately found that his body could no longer move, and his body suddenly ignited a violent fire. The flames burned his body, but he could not let go of the huge pain. He let out a cry and could only watch in despair as he was burned to black ashes.

The Mandarin looked at the small piece of ashes he had created. He chuckled and raised his left hand. A breeze burst out from the ring on the little finger of his left hand and turned into a slender tornado. It picked up the ashes on the ground and flew out of the window. .

Looking at the huge study room that was as clean as ever with satisfaction, the Mandarin smiled and nodded. Then he walked to a floor-to-ceiling mirror, imitating Trevor's behavior just now, shrinking and curling up, and exclaimed with an exaggerated expression: "I'm just a stand-in, my name is Trevos Lytherlin, I'm an extra, I don't know anything!"