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The feeling of fear disappeared after a moment. At this moment, no matter how stupid the agent was, he knew that something was probably wrong. He stared at the man closely, and when he saw that the knight did not make any attacking moves, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief and immediately raised his cell phone to make a call.

There was no time to lose and he reported this to the top leader in a tense tone.

"Something's happened. An unidentified creature was spotted near lounge C7. It's small and shows no signs of attacking. I felt immense fear when I met its eyes. Please send support immediately."

After he finished speaking, he saw the little knight silently holding up a sign with a bewildered look on his face.

[Hello]

He was silent for a while, feeling that he would point a gun at the other party and that he would feel guilty, so he added another paragraph.

"Don't point your weapons at them. I repeat, don't point your weapons at them. They may be coming with good intentions. Be prepared, but don't draw your weapons directly."

As for the person in a certain cell, he left on purpose, and when no one was paying attention, he slipped away quietly.

After all, he saw many things he had never seen before, including some weapons that looked very useful. Come on, would he miss this opportunity to plunder?

No, don't even think about it, it's impossible to happen.

What's more, he was really curious about the hammer. The sense of danger made people easily attracted and obsessed. He swore, with his green algae brain, that it must be a good weapon.

But those guys just wanted to copy some information and leave, what a waste. Anyway, I heard from them that no one here can take the weapon away, and the guy just now couldn't lift it either, so instead of leaving it here to gather dust, it is better to let him take it away. Weapons are only meaningful if they are used to kill people. Putting them there for viewing and research is simply killing the weapon's proper purpose.

There were more people and guards over there. He raised his weapon, hesitated for a moment, and ultimately did not rush over to kill them.

Forget it, the worst that can happen is that he can just wait for a while. After all, the effectiveness of the weapon with a super long name on him is enough to make him excited. For the sake of this invisible weapon, he will temporarily listen to what the other party says. Anyway, everyone standing here is alive, and knocking them out will be just as effective.

He retracted the rusty broken knife and clenched his fists a few times, but before he could do anything, those people ran away in a hurry, and in a moment there was not a single one left.

This sudden change startled him. He dodged left and right lightly to avoid being hit by those guys and exposing his flaws. In the end, he stood there in an extremely awkward posture. After the people had completely left, he let out a breath of relief. He twisted his ankle and fell to the ground. He frowned slightly in dissatisfaction, brushed off the dust on his clothes and got up again.

To be honest, although this body is just a corpse picked up from somewhere, his soul has already covered it. Of course, there is pain, but it is not as clear and obvious. However, he seems to have been accustomed to this kind of pain for a long time, which is strange.

Cell was confused about this, as he had clearly only died once before.

But everyone had already left, and the weapon was right in front of him. He didn't have the time to think about those complicated things. He opened his hands, grasped the handle of the hammer, and reached out to pull it out.

As a result, it didn't move for a long time. He felt that he had almost used up all the strength in his body, but there was still no effect. In anger, he kicked the hammer twice, but the result was nothing but solid pain and he rolled on the ground holding his feet twice. This move was meaningless.

It seems that we are not destined to be together. Before I could even turn around and leave, I saw a guy who was dressed very flashily and looked unpleasant blocking the door.

He subconsciously drew his weapon, his face solemn.

A stupid helmet and a cape that is so ugly that it is beyond words. It seems that there is no match for the style of those guys. It seems that another fierce battle is inevitable. I clearly showed mercy and did not kill anyone before, but those guys don’t appreciate it at all?

"I've never seen anything like you in the atrium. Your soul is completely mismatched with your body, and it even contains some strange elements. You don't seem like a natural product, but more like a man-made creation. Also, don't point your weapon at me, mortal. This is truly disrespectful. I'm not some reckless man."

080 What bad intentions could the little knight have? He was just speaking the truth.

Cell didn't say anything, but calmly raised his middle finger at the man. He quickly picked up his weapon, rolled on the spot and approached quickly. He stood up and stabbed the man with a rusty knife.

The movements in this process are very fast, but lack the beauty of flowing water, and are even a bit stiff.

This body was not his after all. There was a lack of harmony between the soul and the flesh, and his movements became stiff and rigid. It was often because his soul had issued an order, but his body was moving so slowly that it was unbearable.

But fortunately, this is enough to deal with those mindless monsters.

The worn-out knife, which was not very sharp, quickly pierced into the attacker's body, but he did not smell blood, nor did he hear the familiar sound of it piercing flesh. He cautiously pulled out the knife and rolled backwards. Even though he only had one eye, he still looked very ferocious.

Loki had originally planned to play along with the other party and suddenly speak out when the other party was feeling complacent. However, after seeing the other party's reaction, he knew that his attempt to fool and play tricks on the other party was probably doomed, but this did not stop him from being sarcastic.

"Oh my God, you, a mortal, actually stabbed me. You actually stabbed a god!"

He pretended to cover his wound with an exaggerated gesture, made an exaggerated expression, and spoke exaggerated words. But if you looked closely, you could see that his whole body was full of mockery, as if he had met an interesting toy rather than a worthy opponent.

He touched his upper body briefly and exaggeratedly, pretending to be helpless.

"Hmm, how come it doesn't hurt at all? Oh, there's no wound either. It turns out you didn't hit me at all. Mortal, where exactly are you swinging your weapon? Or are those lightbulb-like eyes of yours just decorations, with no ability to see?"

Loki's figure gradually faded, and then reappeared in another place. He sneered arrogantly.

"That's right, you are just a mortal. How can a mortal stab a god?"

Cell seized the moment when the man continued to talk nonsense and rolled over to get behind him, but it was completely useless and he felt annoyed.

Missing the target was one reason, but the sluggish feeling in his body and soul was so torturous that it drove him mad. Just when he was about to continue swinging his weapon relentlessly, the opponent appeared in the distance as if he was tired of playing.

"Mortals are just mortals, hopelessly stupid, and completely unaware that they are doing useless work."

Under normal circumstances, Loki would not mind playing with and fooling the monster, but today he had important things to do. The satisfaction that came from fooling his brother was not something a tiny mortal could compare to. He could hardly wait for this to happen. Everything seemed to be in a good mood today. A certain fool had been punished, and he had also discovered a creature he had never seen before.

Cell watched the person go away and did not choose to chase after him. Instead, he walked towards the direction the person left, grabbed the wrist of one hand with one hand, and slowly raised his middle finger, as if silently mocking the other person.

At this time, the little knight was brought to the office in a gentle and persuasive tone. He was sitting obediently on the chair, shaking his legs, holding two candies in his hands. These two candies were also given to him by one of them.

And now it is hesitating how to eat the two candies without scaring those fragile humans.

After all, when one of the fragile people looked at it, he was so frightened that he fell to the ground just by seeing the void under the container. He sighed with some melancholy and continued to stare at the candy in a daze.

Clint Barton was speeding over. They heard that after getting the little guy's permission, he tried to take off the helmet-like thing from the other party, but failed because the thing was firmly attached to his body.

But I heard from those people that this little guy is really well-behaved and cute. Some of them have even asked if they can keep him as a pet. How is that possible? If it is really something special, I am afraid it will probably be thoroughly studied and sealed away.

It was not until he actually saw the little knight that he realized those guys were not making up stories, but were actually saying sincere words, because the little guy really looked very cute, and he was holding two candies tightly in his hands, looking a little nervous and a little timid.

Could it be that this is really a child from some family who got lost because he was wearing some special clothes?

He was lost in thought, but finally he put aside those complicated thoughts and focused on his work.

He originally wanted to squat down and try to keep his level with the other person before communicating.

"Little guy, can you talk?"

[My name is not Little One, my name is Ghost]

The ghost held up the sign stubbornly. Even though countless people disrespected its name, it still wanted to correct it.

"Sorry, sorry, so ghost, what brings you here?"

When Clint saw that the other party answered his doubts, his vigilance towards the other party increased a little. After all, intelligent creatures and unintelligent creatures are two different things.

But when he saw the man tilting his head in thought, his brain short-circuited for a moment. After thinking for a moment, he came to the following conclusion: this creature called ghost should be harmless, look very cute and well-behaved.

[Cannot say]

The ghost remembered that Tony Stark had repeatedly warned him not to reveal anything about the operation, so he shook his head firmly, determined not to reveal any reason why he came here.

“…Why can’t I tell you?”

After asking this question, Clinton felt like hitting himself. The other party had clearly said that they couldn't say anything. There was no point in asking this question. He was afraid that he would only get a "can't say" answer.

But then again, where did the other party get the sign from? The words on it can even change, which is quite magical.

[Because I made an appointment with my friend]

"friend?"

He was somewhat surprised that the other party would answer with this fact, which overturned all his previous conclusions, but as a professional agent, he continued to ask according to the other party's words.

[Yeah, Tony Stark is a friend]

"Then why didn't he let you speak?"

A familiar name appeared. At this point, at least anyone who could be friends with that egomaniac wouldn't be a big problem. Clint breathed a sigh of relief, but also found it funny. However, looking at the innocent eyes of the person, he inexplicably felt a sense of guilt. He always felt like a bastard who was deceiving children.

Because I want to keep it secret from you.

The ghost thought for a while and the words on the sign changed, but he still answered the person's question, because Tony Stark only said that he couldn't say why he came here, but he didn't forbid him to say why he couldn't say why he came here.

So it happily answered people's questions, and a black boiled egg wearing an eyepatch who witnessed the entire question-and-answer session called someone without any hesitation. Ever since he returned the inheritance that should have belonged to the other party last time, the other party has never given him a good face, and this time he finally caught him with a handle.

081 Tony Stark is frustrated

When Tony Stark received the call from that black-salted egg, he originally wanted to refuse, but when he thought of the ghost whose whereabouts were unknown, he could only grit his teeth and let Jarvis answer the call.

Before the other party could speak, he took the initiative to start the conversation. He didn't want the other party to take away the initiative in the negotiation. Even though he felt guilty, that boiled egg was not a good person anyway. In the end, no one knew who was cheating whom and who was scheming against whom.

"Okay, say what you want to say quickly, state the conditions quickly, skip the negotiation and be direct."

"No rush. Besides, don't you think it's been a long time since we last interacted as friends?"

A slow and steady voice came from the other side. Tony Stark was so annoyed that he wanted to grind his teeth. He swore that the damn guy did it on purpose. After all, he was the one who was at a disadvantage.

But he still didn't want to be at a disadvantage in the verbal battle.

"Come on? When did we become friends? Don't tell me that a brief conversation in a restaurant and an ineffective bribery can be considered my friend."

This sentence touched Nick Fury's sore spot. He took the information and some medicine that could temporarily save Tony Stark's life, and planned to use his father's old friendship and life-saving grace to persuade Tony Stark to join the foundation of the Avengers, a building that has not yet been built.

As a result, something went wrong in the first step. The other party not only developed the antidote, but also developed a new energy source with his own ability. The person who was supposed to be doing a favor suddenly turned into a jerk who was withholding his father's belongings. The relationship between the two sides suddenly became tense, but this was really not Nick Fury's original intention.

But it was meaningless to admit his mistakes at this point. He knew very well that for a guy like Tony Stark, simply giving in would only prevent the relationship from deteriorating further and would not help repair it at all.

Besides, that guy is very arrogant. If he is not made to feel frustrated, he will only be looked down upon more.

"Tony Stark, I understand how you feel, but I think you need to reflect on what kind of person you've been over the past few decades. A dissolute jerk? Come on, that's an understatement. How do you think you were qualified to inherit your father's legacy back then?"

This sentence almost instantly angered Tony Stark. He could hardly suppress the anger in his heart. If he had not considered that he was still hidden in someone else's base, he would probably have roared out on the spot, but his voice was still full of uncontrollable excitement.

"...What? Are you planning to use such a low-brow method to control me? I admit that I was in a bad state during that period, but don't deny that you were deliberately indulgent. Don't tell me that S.H.I.E.L.D. can't find out what was going on in my company at that time."

Lu Dan was silent for a while. In fact, he really didn't notice it, and no one even reported it to him. Maybe they classified this matter as a trivial matter that did not need to be taken seriously. After all, this information was also concealed very well within S.H.I.E.L.D., but this still could not cover up a fatal problem. Perhaps, there was a problem with S.H.I.E.L.D.

But he couldn't tell this to the other party, so he just changed the subject and gave in. Being tough all the time would only have the opposite effect. Giving in after being tough would actually make the other party less angry.

"...I admit that this matter was my fault, because I believe that sooner or later you will turn over a new leaf and handle those matters properly. After all, it's your company's business, and we can't interfere without reason. Besides, you have your father's genes, so you won't continue to degenerate. Okay, let's stop reminiscing here. Tony Stark, did you leave anything with us?"

Tony Stark was a little unhappy about people calling ghosts like that.

"Nick Fury, I used to think you were a bit annoying, but now I didn't expect you to have even the most basic respect. Ghost is my partner, do you hear me? And what did you do with it?"

Although he knew that they might be powerless against ghosts without harming them, and after all, he had seen the little fellow's fighting power, he still couldn't help feeling nervous and worried, and even questioning.

"I'm sorry, and don't worry, we didn't do anything, and it may not be what you imagined."

It seemed that little guy was even more important to Tony Stark than he'd imagined. He'd apologized decisively for such a situation. As the Director of Intelligence and the Head of Secret Service, wasn't it normal for him to be flexible in crucial moments? Speaking of this, Nick Fury's eyes twitched slightly. He recalled the almost universal betrayal in the office, leaving him at a loss for words.

"You don't have to keep your voice down. Now that you're here, just come openly. I'll grant each of you access. If you want to investigate something, do it on your own. Also, could you please try to stop your accomplice who's knocking out our agents? And since he's your friend, we won't stop him. Any losses from the weapons he looted will be charged to you."

"Who are you talking about? I don't know him."

Tony Stark's face darkened. He knew without even thinking who the other person was describing.

"No need to explain, no need to explain. I believe the famous Iron Man will come up with this amount of money, right?"

Nick Fury on the other end of the phone laughed rarely. After all, it was rare to see the other party being slightly humiliated. After saying this last sentence, he hung up the phone without giving anyone a chance to refute.

In fact, he also knew that the person who looted their armory was most likely just an acquaintance of Tony Stark, and they could definitely not be called friends. However, this did not stop him from putting all the blame on the person.

"Hey Hey hey!"

Hearing the busy tone on the other end, Tony Stark cursed inwardly, and the doctor who had been standing slowly and silently behind the man just now asked slowly.

"How's it going? Did you find the ghost?"

He is not the kind of person who would take the lead. Today is not his home ground, and this is not his world. He does not have a deep understanding of it. Instead of pointing fingers and talking loudly, which makes the other party disgusted, it is better to listen silently and give appropriate feedback occasionally.

But Tony Stark's expression was so strange, he couldn't tell if he was depressed or happy, so he couldn't suppress his curiosity and asked.

"...I found it. Don't worry, everything is fine. It's just that I feel like something bad is about to happen."

082 What does differential treatment mean?

When Tony Stark pushed the door open and walked in, he looked at the scene in front of him and fell into deep thought. He thought of countless possibilities.

It could be a short period of imprisonment, or a tense standoff, or a slightly more friendly look at each other, or just someone standing by and watching, but this scene was something he had never expected.

A circle of idle agents surrounded him, staring at the little knight sitting on the luxurious chair specially customized by Tony Stark. The ghost's legs were together, and many candies were piled on top of him. Next to him were a row of drinks, ranging from milk tea to fruit drinks. There were names on them, but Tony Stark didn't recognize any of them. They were probably the names of those agents.

What's even more outrageous is that there is a small spoon placed on each of those cups, as if they were specially prepared for ghosts, but unfortunately there are no signs that they have been touched.

The ghost, surrounded by everyone like a star, was a little at a loss. He looked around hesitantly, picked up a piece of candy, but was hesitant about how to eat it in front of everyone.

Perhaps due to the good qualities of the agents, no one took pictures for the time being, but there were always some people who would stretch out their evil claws and poke or touch the ghost's mask while the ghost was still in distress.

They only coughed to each other when they saw someone coming in, and then they calmed down a little. They also changed the various subtle smiles on their faces and became serious and rigid. But as soon as they turned around to look at the ghost, they became amiable again. But when they turned around to look at Tony Starks, the expression on his face was as gloomy as it could be, and he didn't give him a good look at all.

The speed at which his expression changed was simply jaw-dropping.

Even the most dedicated face-changing actor in the world would probably sigh and feel inferior after seeing this.