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He sent a spaceship alone for Van Helsing to return to Earth to perform the mission, and Maya fully cooperated with his actions.

**Put on the battle suit modified by the vulture, wear the bracelet on your right hand, and wrap it with nano bugs to disguise it as a mechanical watch.

Put on a trench coat, jeans, and sunglasses.

I stood in front of the mirror and took a look. I felt a little uncomfortable. My thoughts moved slightly, my skin started to ripple, and my figure and facial appearance gradually changed.

He was two inches shorter, his hair became shorter, and his face became more Asian than before.

This is his face before time travel. Compared with the face with some European features after time travel, this still makes him more comfortable.

More importantly, he has completely turned into a villain in his previous appearance and can no longer show his face.

He nodded and re-selected his clothes, only to find that the clothes prepared on the spaceship were all based on his previous body shape and could no longer be found to fit.

I have no choice but to make do with it temporarily and change it again on Earth.

Boarding the spaceship, he did not bring any electronic equipment except for his personal suit, and discarded anything that might associate him with Steel Wing.

Not long ago, Maya received a message from the nano-spies lurking in Asgard that Thor had used the rebuilt Rainbow Bridge to return to Earth.

In other words, the Avengers are about to launch an attack on Hydra, and "Avengers 2" is about to begin!

This is an opportunity, an opportunity for him to appear in front of the public again, an opportunity to enter S.H.I.E.L.D. to steal information, an opportunity to form his own force on Earth!

There is another attempt in this, an attempt that he is a little unsure about, an attempt about the system.

The spacecraft hovered just outside the outskirts of New York, watching the spacecraft disappear into the air. net

After tidying up her clothes, a ringing sound came from the shared phone booth on the roadside. ** entered and picked up the phone.

"Boss, there are certificates, mobile phones and cash in the carton under the phone booth. From now on, I will only contact you when necessary. Pay attention to the electronic devices nearby. It's me."

"clear."

After hanging up the phone, he took out his ID phone and a wad of cash from under the phone booth. He scanned it with his mental power and found a total of green coins.

Not too much, not too little, enough to fund his short-term activities.

Although the main investor in the space-time project is Osborne Industries, he also made a lot of money from selling Egyptian gold, which is enough to make up for it.

I randomly found a clothing store nearby to buy clothes and threw away some old and baggy clothes. After that, it was relatively simple.

Wandering around the streets of rebuilt New York, I deliberately exposed a few bills in my trouser pockets from time to time.

Finally, the spreading spiritual power found its target.

Black men dressed in fancy clothes squatted in groups of twos and threes smoking on the street corner, looking back and forth at the passers-by with dirty eyes, occasionally swearing and rapping.

With a smile on his face, ** walked straight towards them. The leading strong man shouted, and all of them stood up.

But ** suddenly turned a corner and bought a hot dog and a bottle of beer from the hot dog cart nearby.

When paying, maybe there were too many things on hand and a wad of bills fell directly to the ground.

The stall owner hurriedly helped him pick up the banknotes. When he lowered his head, he kindly reminded him: "Quickly, these guys are not good people."

**With a smile on his face, he took out a green ticket and stuffed it into the stall owner: "Thank you, the food you made is so delicious."

The stall owner wanted to refuse, but his hand was tightly grasped and unable to break free.

"I have money. If you think the tip is too much, you can prepare two more hot dogs for me."

A few black gangsters in the corner had slowly gathered around. The stall owner was a little flustered. He quickly accepted the money, packed two more hot dogs for him, and poured thick ketchup on them.

"Hurry up, there are police patrolling the street."

When handing the hot dog to ***, the stall owner whispered another warning.

** gave him a reassuring look, swayed toward the street while eating hot dogs and drinking beer.

The leading black gangster glared at the stall owner, cursed secretly, and several other boys stepped up and kicked the stall owner to the ground, then hurriedly chased the stall owner in the direction he left.

The stall owner fell to the ground and shivered. He watched the woman walk into an alley, and the black gangsters swarmed and chased her in.

Snapped!Snapped!

Two crisp gunshots woke up the stall owner who was lying on the ground. In panic, he took out his mobile phone and dialed 911.

"Hello, this is the 911 police number. Do you need any help?"

"I want"

Boom!

Huge fireballs spewed out, and the sudden explosion was accompanied by screams. Several black people ran out of the alley with their bodies burning in flames.

Accompanied by the ear-piercing screams, the operator on the other end of the phone looked a little anxious.

"Sir! Sir! Are you still there? Tell me your current location, and I will immediately dispatch nearby police officers to support you!"

The living person, whose whole body was on fire, struggled wildly, but everything was in vain, and there was no sound after just a moment.

The stall owner, who was almost paralyzed with fright, went limp and his phone fell to the ground.

A figure wrapped in flames walked out of the alley as if nothing had happened, holding a bottle of beer and half a hot dog in his hand.

His deep eyes suddenly turned around, and the stall owner trembled all over, almost screaming in fright.

The flames on his body slowly disappeared, and when he saw the frightened stall owner, he slowly approached.

The stall owner was so frightened that he shrank back: "No, don't come over!"

Picking up the mobile phone on the ground, ** raised the corner of her mouth slightly and put it to her ear: "Hey, I'm sorry, we are in the cinema, and my friend was scared, that's all."

"Is that so?"

"Well, goodbye."

Without waiting for the other party to continue asking, he hung up the phone and placed the phone on the hot dog stand.

** looked back at the police car that had arrived after hearing the news about the explosion, and called out without sincerity.

"Oh, it's so scary!"

He swallowed the hot dog in his hand and drank the last bit of beer before raising his hands and running towards the police in panic.

"Help, people are dead over there!"

Zizi~~

The black SUV suddenly stopped, opened the door, and stepped out of the anxious Agent Hill. He quickly rushed into the roadside bar and found Nick Fury, the former director of S.H.I.E.L.D., who was drinking in a decadent manner.

Hydra's invasion of S.H.I.E.L.D. caused the government to lose face. In order to completely crush Hydra's conspiracy to control the world's largest intelligence agency, they disclosed all S.H.I.E.L.D. information.

The Security Council had to disband SHIELD, and now he became an idler without any rights.

Agent Hill quickly came to him: "Director, it's an emergency, a super crime has been discovered in Backlund neighborhood!"

Nick Fury, who only had eyes open, drank a strong drink, half-closed his eyes, and said feebly:

"Agent Hill, SHIELD has been disbanded. I am not the director, and you are no longer my assistant."

"Director!"

"What's the matter, do you want a drink?"

Agent Hill got closer and lowered his voice and whispered: "SHIELD has not been disbanded, it has just been transformed into the Special Operations Department of the Security Council, and the Avengers are still there."

"Of course, S.H.I.E.L.D. has switched to cooperating with the FBI, and the Avengers have switched to civilian vigilantes. It's 'awesome'."

"No!"

Hill looked around and pressed the spy equipment disguised as a watch. All electronic signals in the bar were paralyzed to prevent possible monitoring.

"There is an opportunity here, an opportunity to rebuild SHIELD!"

"What?" Nick finally came to his senses.

I waved to the boss behind the bar. The boss understood and limped into the room behind the bar.

Hill was slightly surprised and looked back at the guests around him. The guests who were drinking also left one after another.

Some of them are missing hands, some are lame, and some of them wear eye patches like Nick, with only one eye.

There was even a guy in a wheelchair who had to be helped out of the bar by his peers.

"There are always many S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who are disabled every year. They must have a confidential identity, a stable income, and an absolutely safe past, so that they can live out their old age with generous pensions. This was part of my previous job. ”

Nick put down the glass and crossed his hands to support his chin: "Then, let's talk about business."