Marvel's Antiheroes

Four cars were traveling from New York on Croton Avenue.

Du Ke sat on Knight XV and looked at the ships coming and going on the Hudson River on the left.

This river is the lifeblood of New York State. It is navigable to the Great Lakes for eight months every year, bringing countless resources to New York City, eventually forming the most prosperous city in the world.

"Boss, there is a military vehicle ahead." The voice of driver Luke drew Du Ke's attention.

On the other side of the road, military vehicles formed a long convoy, passing by Du Ke and the others in an endless stream.

"Here, we have to pass at least hundreds of military vehicles, and we still can't see the end." Jessica came over, leaned on Du Ke, and looked out of the car window on Du Ke's side.

Aren't there two cars in many?

Du Ke shook his head, shook off the strange thoughts, and looked back at the soldiers in the convoy.

So strong

These young soldiers are so strong, it seems, they have all been physically strengthened.

"Hey" Luke, who was driving the car, spoke again: "That's the school badge of West Point. Are these all students of the West Point Military Academy?"

West Point Military Academy emblem Du Ke looked at the soldiers, and sure enough, many soldiers were wearing the West Point emblem.

The top of the school badge is a bald eagle, and the bottom is the helmet of Athena, the goddess of wisdom. From this school badge, we can see the pretentiousness of Laomei.

The bald eagle also holds a long golden arrow and a green olive branch in its talons, but it looks yellow and green, so it is nicknamed the bald eagle pooping on the head of Europe.

Du Ke found this school from his memory.

He once thought about applying to this school, but he didn't even pass the preliminary examination, probably because his grades were not good.

West Point, the full name of the United States Military Academy, is also known as the cradle of American generals, the cradle of leaders, etc. It is the most important school in the United States.

If Americans were asked to make a multiple-choice question, the United States could only have one school, and the rest would have to be blown up. Then the only thing left would be West Point.

It seemed that his new company was very close to West Point Military Academy. Du Ke quickly opened the map on his mobile phone.

It is indeed very close, just on the opposite bank of the Hudson River, only a dozen kilometers away.

Damn, a vampire can only do high technology, and he even built his company near West Point Military Academy. That guy is really brave. No wonder he dares to engage in solar photovoltaics.

He shook his head slightly and praised the viscount's courage.

Jessica felt her chest being rubbed twice, sat back and asked, "What's wrong? You're still shaking your head?"

"Oh," Du Ke answered the question, "It seems that the military wants to use the New York gangsters as a grindstone for West Point students. It seems that those gangsters are in trouble."

"They're just students. I don't know if they can beat gangsters."

This girl, could it be possible that when nutrients are delivered to her chest, she doesn't move up? She becomes less and less willing to use her brain, and she doesn't care about politics.

"Jessica, haven't you noticed that these students have all been enhanced, and the equipment is probably not bad. Maybe they have not only exoskeleton armor, but also individual armor." Du Ke explained: "What's more, these little These guys are the future of the U.S. military, and secretly, I don’t know how many strong guys are protecting them.”

"Wow, that's it." Jessica said after thinking, "Then our new company is so close to West Point, will there be any problems?"

"It won't be a problem." Du Ke waved his hand.

But he had secretly made up his mind that it could only be used as a temporary equipment manufacturing base. When a new place was found, the base would be moved there.

Otherwise, apart from other things, it would be difficult to do the test and it would not be able to make a loud noise.

I am not Tony Stark. I have destiny to protect my body, so I can do whatever I want in my own home or in Stark Tower.

Ordinary people between European emperors and African chiefs may explode when doing scientific research experiments on sewage treatment, let alone making mass murder weapons.

By the time the West Point convoy was no longer in sight, Du Ke's small convoy had also arrived at Amo Precision Manufacturing Company.