Chapter 171 Invasion

at the same time.

Among S.H.I.E.L.D.

At this time, Nick Fury looked at the casualty report that had just been tallied in Harlem with a gloomy expression.

Because the plague of worms, demons, even angels and other supernatural elements have appeared one after another in Harlem.

The World Security Council has begun to hold SHIELD accountable. If Pierce hadn't temporarily helped him withstand the pressure just now, I'm afraid the members of the World Security Council would have put the phone on his head and yelled at him.

After all, SHIELD itself was specially established by the World Security Council to deal with various strange and extraordinary events.

So much money is spent every year to support S.H.I.E.L.D., but S.H.I.E.L.D. failed to give even the slightest warning. If the World Security Council does not hold S.H.I.E.L.D. accountable, who else will be held accountable?

Even if it's because of his hatred of the Hulk.

This time the military also has an unavoidable responsibility, and it has to shoulder a small part of the blame, but SHIELD still can't escape.

Who told SHIELD that they didn't do a good job in early warning, and even the follow-up support and handling were so awkward?

After all, General Ross led his people on the front line of the battle from beginning to end, and except for Natasha, no one in S.H.I.E.L.D. even performed well.

This makes it impossible for Nick Fury to shirk responsibility.

But can you blame him?

He was wronged too!

Who would have known that most of the agents of SHIELD's New York branch were slaughtered during the day, and that such a disaster would break out in Harlem at night.

Nick Fury couldn't even temporarily dispatch agents from other places to rush there.

Thinking of this, Nick Fury's mood became even more gloomy, and he couldn't help but greet the dead clown in his heart. After all, if the other party hadn't killed a large number of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, they wouldn't have... ···

Looking at Nick Fury who exuded low pressure.

Natasha on the side silently took half a step back.

She didn't want to touch Fury's brow at this time.

It took a while for Nick Fury to suppress his fucking feelings.

After taking a deep breath, Fury asked Natasha: "Have you compiled a list of the top Catholic and Christian figures who have appeared in New York recently?"

Natasha on the side heard this and handed a folder in her hand to Nick Fury.

"All the lists are here."

After opening the folder and flipping through a few pages, Nick Fury asked: "Do you think the mysterious man who summoned the Seraphim will be on this list?"

Natasha shook her head: "When I came here, I briefly looked at the information of the church leaders on this list, but these church leaders did not seem to have any special abilities... At least according to the information, That’s it.”

After closing the folder in his hand, Nick Fury said in a deep voice:

"In that case, let's expand the scope of the investigation! The seraph that appeared in Harlem is too powerful. Coupled with the special status of angels since ancient times, we must not let this power be used by people with intentions... ····”

"clear!"

After nodding in response, Natasha hesitated and asked: "Director, that list..."

Before Natasha could finish speaking, Nick Fury interrupted: "I will handle the matter of that list personally, and starting from today, that list will be classified as Level 10 secret, except for me. , you can’t leak this to anyone, understand? Agent Romanov!”

"Understood, Director!"

After Natasha stepped back, Nick Fury's one eye looked at the silver USB flash drive hidden in the folder, full of solemnity.

"Hydra..."

at the same time.

Outside the Port of Philadelphia, one of the oldest ports in the Commonwealth, located on the Delaware River, a faint mist rose up at some point.

Through the light of the lighthouse, you can vaguely see the dark silhouette of a ship, slowly emerging from the fog and gradually approaching the port.

At the lighthouse, Latim, the navigator in charge of the night watch, spotted the shadow of the ship entering the port at night through the lighthouse's searchlight. He cursed and put on his coat, then picked up the flashlight and headed toward the ship slowly approaching the port. The black shadow walked away.

As he walked, Latim complained and cursed:

"It's so late. How come there are still ships entering the port in this horrible weather? And why didn't anyone notify the tower? Are those bastards responsible for keeping watch fast asleep again?"

While complaining, Latim shined the beam of his flashlight towards the ship.

Plan to lead the other party to the vacant ship space in the port.

But soon, Latim discovered something was wrong.

In the light fog, the Port of Philadelphia is unexpectedly quiet tonight.

Apart from the crashing waves, there seemed to be no second sound in the entire port.

Even the bright lights that should have illuminated the entire dock were slowly swallowed up by the increasingly dense fog.

Latim, who had worked at the port for many years, had a hint of nervousness in his expression unconsciously, and then silently stopped walking forward.

But at this moment.

The dark shadow in the fog suddenly broke through the fog and appeared under the light of the powerful flashlight in Latim's hand.

It was a very huge cruise ship.

The Port of Philadelphia receives quite a few huge cruise ships every year. As a veteran employee, Latim should not be surprised by a cruise ship.

But this huge cruise ship that should be bright and noisy is covered with all kinds of shellfish and seaweed...

The appearance was exactly the same as the sunken ship that had just been salvaged from the bottom of the sea.

What made Latim's heart palpitate even more was the death-like silence on the cruise ship...

When the cruise ship appeared in front of Latim's eyes, Latim vaguely seemed to see the huge shadow cast by the cruise ship, turning into an unknown and huge shadow that enveloped the entire port.

Gulu!

Latim swallowed unconsciously.

As a port worker, he has heard many terrifying legends about ghost ships.

At this time, looking at the huge ship in front of him, an ominous premonition quickly came to Latim's mind.

"Ghost...Ghost...Ship..."

After taking a few steps back almost subconsciously.

Latim directly held the flashlight and ran towards the security room at the port.

There, there are more than a dozen security guards responsible for patrolling at night and guarding the order of the port.

Although if this is really a ghost ship, it will be useless no matter how many security guards come, but with more people, it is always safer.

While running, Latim did not forget to pick up the walkie-talkie hanging on his chest, pressed the call button, and frantically called for help from his companions.

But.

Apart from the tingling sound of electricity, there was no other response from the walkie-talkie that had never had any problems.

The mutation of the walkie-talkie.

It made Latim's heart contract again, and the speed of his steps increased again.

Can······

Ten minutes later.

Latim, who should have already run to the port security room, was shocked to find that his position seemed not to have changed at all.

The huge silent cruise ship... was moored quietly behind him.

Latim's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat at some point, and his face was extremely pale at this time.

After running for a long time without getting rid of this huge cruise ship, he seemed to have understood that simply running away would not allow him to escape from this strange and huge cruise ship.

After taking a deep breath, Latim began to cheer himself up.

"No, don't scare yourself. Maybe everyone on the boat is asleep? Latim, don't be afraid..."

While constantly cheering himself up, Latim plucked up the courage to climb up the rope hanging next to the cruise ship.

When he climbed onto the hull, which was covered with various shellfish and seaweed, and appeared on the deck of the cruise ship, a chill ran down his tailbone and rushed straight to his forehead.

In the pitch-black deck and cabin, there was…

··········

Early the next morning.

When the sky is still bright.

Tony Stark, who had not slept all night, joined hands with Pepper and arrived at the gate of Arryn's house.

"squeak······"

Before Pepper opened the door, the monster who had already marked her access rights directly opened the door on the first floor.

Pepper, who was about to use his own voice to open the door on the first floor, saw a strange look on his face.

"Is Aylin upgrading the access control system again?"

"Who knows? Maybe that kid added a facial recognition system or something to the access control system."

Tony Stark on the side was not surprised by this. After all, the intelligent system in his seaside villa was more advanced than the one here.

Looking at the crowd of people around him who had slowly turned their gaze here at some point, Tony Stark, who had not slept all night, said a little tiredly:

"Okay, stop standing outside, let's go in!"

Finished.

Tony Stark walked straight to the door.

But the moment Tony Stark entered the door, a submachine gun faintly poked out from the side of the door, pointing at Tony Stark's head.

The metallic luster reflecting the cold light made Tony Stark, who had studied arms for decades, instantly confirm that this submachine gun was a real one.

With such a submachine gun pointed at his head, Tony Stark's expression changed. His right foot that had just stepped out, but had not yet completely entered the door, froze in mid-air.

"Oh, NO..."

When Pepper, who was behind Tony Stark, saw this, her expression suddenly changed. Just as she was about to make a move, she heard a familiar voice coming from the room.

"Okay, little weirdo, stop making trouble and let Aunt Pepper and him come in!"

Accompanied by Aylin's voice.

The submachine gun pointed at Tony Stark's head disappeared instantly.

Following the direction in which the submachine gun disappeared, he turned his head angrily, wanting to see who was Tony Stark who had the courage to point the submachine gun at his head just now.

All he saw was an empty wall.

Not to mention the person who pointed the gun at him, even the submachine gun just disappeared without a trace.

"Walter?"

"Where's that bastard who pointed a gun at me, and that submachine gun?"

"They're all gone, kid. Did you hide them there?"

Aylin ignored the angry Tony Stark, but turned to Pepper, who was one step behind Tony Stark. There was also a flash of surprise in his eyes and asked: "Aunt Pepper, why are you guys here? It stands to reason Shouldn't you hold a press conference now? After all, the famous Iron Man was involved in the disaster from beginning to end."

After seeing that Tony was fine, Pepper, who also looked a little tired, said with a slightly hoarse voice: "In fact, the press conference just ended. Last night, the military and the government had jointly held a press conference. We didn’t get rid of those crazy reporters until just now.”

At this time, Tony Stark, who couldn't find the hiding guy and the submachine gun, turned his head and said to Aylin full of resentment:

"Hey, that's right. We worked hard all night to get those bad things done, but as soon as we walked in, someone put a gun to his head. Is this how you treat your friends?"

"It's not my fault. Who told you to speak ill of the little monster last time?"

Little monster!

Bad words.

Is this the name of the smart butler who controls the access control system of Aylin's house?

With such a grudge, could it be that Ailin’s smart butler is also an artificial intelligence?

When Tony Stark fell into thinking because of Arryn's words.

Pepper, who was feeling a little heavy, did not pay too much attention to this point. She continued what Tony had just interrupted and said: "Actually, we are here to discuss the funeral of Mr. Clown with you. "

"Tony has purchased the best cemetery in New York for him, found the best funeral company, and contacted the priest of St. John's Cathedral for him to hold a funeral for him..."

At this moment, Tony on the side interjected again: "Correction, the money for the cemetery was paid by Pepper, saying it was to thank that guy for saving her life, and the priest from St. John's Cathedral, He also heard that after I held the funeral for Mr. Clown, he came to me directly and said that it was his honor to hold the funeral for a hero like the clown... I just asked someone to help arrange the funeral. That’s all.”

At this point, Tony Stark suddenly paused and said: "By the way, speaking of which, I still don't know the name of Mr. Clown. I always call him a hero who sacrificed his life to save civilians." , it’s a bit too disrespectful.”

"It can't be that time, we can inscribe Mr. Clown on that person's tombstone, right?"

By the end, even Tony, who had always had a playful smile, turned serious.

For such a hero who sacrificed his life to save others, Tony still had basic respect.

What's it called?

When Tony said this, Aylin was slightly startled.

Aylin had never thought about this problem. After all, Aylin knew very well that his clone was only temporarily dead.

Moreover, even if the clone is really dead.

The name of the tombstone cannot be called Aelin's Veil!

Otherwise, even if his identity is exposed, he will have to die again?

Thinking of this, Aylin pondered for a few seconds and then said: "I don't know what his name is, I only know that he likes to call himself... the fate-loving clown!"

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