Chapter 93 Handprints

Combat uniforms are not difficult to understand, but if they fit the whole body like this, they need professional customization.

The combat uniform on the black-haired boy was definitely not something that a small workshop could complete. Fury squinted his eyes, but he clearly saw in the video that a bullet hit the opponent accurately!

But the opponent has nothing to do, and even his movements are not affected! Physical fitness is important, but the ability of the one-piece combat uniform cannot be denied!

There are only a few companies in the world that can carry out professional customization.

Stark Industries, Hammer Heavy Industries, and Umbrella, who recently took over the military order.

These three companies represent the pinnacle of the world's military logistics field.

Among them, Hammer Heavy Industry is already cold, and the bill can be checked at will, and Hammer will not be able to cheat on a combat uniform.

Stark Industries has many shareholders, and it is relatively easy to obtain the order number.

Only Umbrella is more troublesome. The boss who has made good friends with Umbrella has always been in harmony with S.H.I.E.L.D. In this case, he needs to check the order number of the other party, even if the explanation is clear...

Private custom-made battle uniforms are expensive, otherwise S.H.I.E.L.D. would not choose ordinary body armor to equip its own personnel.

Having said so much, I can only blame S.H.I.E.L.D. for having no money. It's not at all like the early days of its establishment. If you want money, people, and power, you can rely on the famous World War II heroine Peggy Carter to overwhelm several presidents.

I have a clue about the combat uniform, and then the goggles, which seem to have streamers flashing from time to time, probably similar to the combat goggles that the bureau is studying.

Stark is the authority in this regard, and subsequent incidents can be resolved with him.

Coulson is a good candidate.

Fury nodded to himself and agreed with the idea in his mind, and at the same time noticed the black mist on the boy's hand.

The video was paused, zoomed in and out continuously, and a weird glove as thin as a cicada's wing appeared in front of everyone in S.H.I.E.L.D.

Call it exquisite, but it has a ferocious aura that makes Hawkeye frown even through the screen.

Call it hideous, but the gold thread on the border does add a layer of elegance to the gloves.

How to put it, it's like the evil weapon produced after the holy thing is defiled.

It's a pity that Fury is not a mage, so he doesn't think so.

Agent B saw that his boss was silent, staring at the black mist glove, and coughed lightly, "Director, do you want to go to the scene?"

Fury's frown eased, and he turned his head to look at Agent B, "Then go and have a look first, maybe Barton can find some clues."

The arched man didn't speak, but nodded stiffly. The black director didn't care, and followed Agent B towards the large laboratory.

It was another series of verifications, and Fury was already a little skeptical. How could the boy appear in it so easily? Could it be that he followed the shift personnel and sneaked in immediately?

Thinking of the opponent's ability to appear and disappear, Fury didn't think too much.

Most of the instruments are well preserved, except that the frame storing the Cosmic Rubik's Cube instrument was broken by the opponent.

Fury looked closely at the black palm prints on the frame.

Stretching out his hand for comparison, he frowned deeply.

"Barton!"

The man with the bow on his back stopped searching and came to the black chief.

"Look at these palm prints, what's the difference between them and the man in black?"

After a few seconds, "It's a little small."

Fury called Agent B, "How tall is the other party?"

"It's about 175cm to 178cm."

"Ask someone to figure out the body proportions. The man in black is probably the first time to commit a crime."

"What if he stayed on purpose?" Barton said abruptly from the side.

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Kuangsan sat on the sofa and yawned, "This Fu Rui is really smart. I didn't expect that I was trapped by the black mist on the black gold glove once. The Sacred Armored Centipede King will still remember me until his death."

"Master, do you want to erase it?"

Kuang San leaned back on the sofa, his whole body was filled with laziness, "Then it seems a bit self-deprecating."

He raised his little hand and looked around,

Slowly printed on that picture on the screen.

Perfect coincidence!

On the other side, "Nightmare" has returned to Umbrella's headquarters with "Crazy Three," except for Shuaibi Andre who is still busy outside, basically there is nothing to solve.

Tony and Pepper went back to the seaside villa to continue to be tender, and the other party revealed the "Nightmare" to Tony by the way, which made Tony look confused!

Tony didn't even come to take a bite of his favorite hamburger meal, and hurried into the laboratory.

When Little Pepper saw Tony like this, the palm of his hand holding the red wine bottle couldn't help but tingle with veins!

"Jarvis, help me collect information about...um...about 'Nightmare'. It is said to be created by Umbrella, and this may help you."

"Yes, sir. There are not many episodes of 'Nightmare', except for the battle between you and the Iron King, there are more screenshots and fans' fantasies."

Tony sat down on the chair and scratched his hair, "Okay, sort it all out, it would be even better if we can search for tonight's information!"

Tony wanted to say something, but was attracted by the information in front of him.

"I didn't expect that among its fans, there are people with such high achievements in the field of physics." Tony sighed, and began to look at the other party's exploded diagram.

He is not a person who often praises others. To be recognized by Tony, he must have special achievements in a field, which is enough to show the depth of knowledge of this "fan".

Tony built the model on the plane, and the nightmare model was assembled, flipped up and down, left and right, frowning.

"Jarvis, have you heard that Umbrella is going to get a piece of the energy business recently?"

"Sir, there is no news for now. But the military's logistics work will probably be handed over to the other party."

"That's right, who let that fool Hammer be sold and help count the money. Can you find out the type of energy used by the other party? Don't tell me that this thing uses diesel to fight."

Tony was in a pretty good mood, and he was able to make fun of the appearance of armor like 'Nightmare', and he didn't see any worries at all.

Perhaps it also has something to do with his knowledge that Umbrella and Kurumi are inseparable.

"Sir, according to the existing energy distribution, the other party is also operating an energy reactor for energy supply."

Tony touched his sexy mustache, "With such a big armor, how many minutes can you fight before the energy is exhausted?"

"Sorry, sir. The specific data is unknown and cannot be estimated."

Tony turned his head and continued to look at the screen, and the information about 'Nightmare' came into view again. "How about asking Miss Brooks directly?"

"Sir, it will be daylight in a few minutes."

"It's almost dawn? How long will it take me to come down..."

When Tony saw the time, he thought of the little pepper he had left in the living room... his body froze...

When I returned to the living room anxiously, except for the lights, there were only cold hamburgers.

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