Miss Clown subverts Marvel

The riots in Monaco have come to an end. In the evening, all citizens returned to the city, and the European Union also sent peacekeeping troops to assist. In just three hours, order was restored in this bustling town.

During dinner, Harley took her mother, who was still a little excited, to the restaurant on the first floor. After filling their stomachs, the two went to the front desk of the hotel to confirm the news outside.

Because Monaco is a small city, although the streets were severely damaged, it was very easy to deal with. Several heavy-duty cranes from outside the city towed away all the scrapped vehicles on the streets, and traffic was quickly restored on the road.The local hospital dispatched almost all the doctors and nurses who could go out to treat those injured in the accident.

It is strange to say that there were not many civilian casualties in this violent attack. Almost no one was injured by direct bullets. In addition to those affected by stray bullets and explosions, most of them were injured due to stampedes and traffic accidents. hurt.

After several statistics, the Monaco government finally magically discovered that although this case can be defined as a terrorist attack, the actual fatalities were only a few policemen and an unlucky tourist who was trampled to death. As for the economic losses, although there were many people on the street There were a lot of damaged public facilities, but for a wealthy city like Monaco, they were just a drop in the bucket and not worth mentioning at all.

The civilians of Monaco are glad that they and their families are safe, and the consul is also glad that his political career has not suffered a devastating blow. The casualties within the establishment can be suppressed, but the casualties outside the establishment are too large. If so, as the No. 1 choice to take the blame, the pressure of public opinion would allow him to go straight into the cell and pick up soap.

The terrorists did not take the initiative to attack civilians. This was of course the result of Harley's restrictions. She was also experienced in making trouble. She had seen too many revolutions and terrorist attacks in her previous life, so she knew it very well.

General terrorist attacks and protests must have a certain level. It is okay to cause damage, and it is okay to scare people and create panic, but there must be no major casualties. Once the incident gets serious and rises to the level of international headlines, what awaits her? There will be endless large-scale tracing.

Even as a villain, you have to consider the consequences, just like Kingpin, the gangster in New York. He can sell drugs, kidnap and seize territory, fight with Daredevil Erica in hand-to-hand combat, and exchange fire with the police in positional combat, but he absolutely cannot If he provokes guys like Iron Man or Thor who are far above his level, once he does something similar, all that is waiting for him is to be crushed mercilessly like an ant.

This is the way to survive as a villain, and no one can violate this rule, except those with a backstage.

After receiving the satisfactory news, Ella finally breathed a sigh of relief. Due to the terrorist attacks, this year's Formula One racing competition was in vain. The local airport ushered in the largest influx of returning passengers in history. Originally, Ella also wanted to take a flight. She was going back to the United States, but all her air tickets had been booked in recent weeks. In desperation, she could only choose to take a car to the nearest France, and then change to a plane to leave Europe.

Watching her mother return her ticket through the front desk and then book the issued ticket, Harley narrowed her eyes and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

Transferring to France was Ella's best judgment based on the actual situation, and it was also what Harley expected at the moment.

In the Mediterranean Sea, an aircraft carrier that was not registered with the US information was cruising in the middle of the ocean. Tony Stark was looking at the dozen corpses neatly arranged on the deck with a heavy face, silent.

A bald black man with a black one-eyed patch and a long black trench coat stood next to Tony and handed him a thick stack of information.

"This is the person you are looking for. His name is Ivan Vanko, a Russian scientist. His father Anton Vanko was an American scientist and a colleague of your father. They studied nuclear reactors together and were later replaced by your father Howard. Stark reported treason and was deported. Later, the Russian government discovered that he did not hand over the reactor technology, so he was sent to Siberia, where he lived a life of intoxication and dreaming for more than 20 years."

Tony was thoughtful and whispered:

"Then Ivan Vanke is indeed using an arc reactor."

At this moment, Nick Fury, who was standing next to him, waved his hand. Natasha, who had been missing all this time, suddenly walked to Tony's side, and with an aura of wanting to cut someone's throat, she raised her hand and took the knife hidden in her hand. The syringe plunged into Tony Stark's neck.

"Ow"

Tony, who was still thinking about the problem, screamed, and the severe pain made his head feel a little dizzy.

"Hey, what are you doing? Does SHIELD make money by selling people's kidneys?"

Tony's complaint did not amuse the two people in front of him. Nick Fury and Natasha were as expressionless as two ice sculptures, which made Tony a little discouraged.

"This is lithium dioxide, which can relieve your symptoms of palladium poisoning and prevent you from being half-dead like you are now."

Nick Fury looked at Tony's chest pointedly and continued:

"I know what you are thinking. This can only relieve but not cure your disease. You must find a way to completely cure yourself."

Hearing Nick Fury's words, Tony rolled his eyes and sneered:

"Believe me, I know my situation. I have tried every combination of elements and there is no substitute for palladium."

Seeing Iron Man's expression of frustration and looking down on life, Nick Fury smiled disdainfully and retorted to Tony in a pointed way,

"Then what if I tell you, it's not all of them."

"What other elements did you say that I don't know about?"

Tony's reaction did not surprise Nick. He put on an inscrutable look, put his face in front of Tony's eyes, stared into the other person's eyes, and said:

"I will give you something when I return to the United States. Now, please don't think too much. I need you to work hard."

After saying that, Nick Fury quickly walked to a corpse on the ground, lifted the white cloth covering the body, and said:

"I know that you once solved a terrorist attack case in New York. After you subdued all the terrorists, you handed them over to the police and then left directly, right?"

Tony's heart had already flown to nowhere. The few words Nick said had a great impact on him, but as arrogant as he was, even if his life was at stake, he would not put down his dignity and ask the other party to take away that. Giving himself the tried elements, he could only force himself to forget about the palladium poisoning and focus entirely on the corpse on the ground.

"Yes, that's right, that group of people seemed to be crazy. I still remember that they all had the same face, just as ridiculous as the clowns in the circus."

Before Tony Stark could finish speaking, Nick Fury removed the mask from the corpse's face in front of him, revealing the face under the corpse's mask that struck Tony as familiar.

Tony's eyes widened. The corpse's face had a horrifying mouth that was completely cracked and unable to close. His orbicularis oris muscle was completely torn, the buccinator muscles were twisted in a weird state, and blood was flowing out. His gums were exposed to the air, and his sharp, yellowed teeth were completely displayed in front of everyone's eyes.