Chapter 94
: Director Fury Still Has Savings? Minor Villain: Stark is Just a Lucky Guy!
The villain appears at the end of this chapter, not zzzq.
Zizizi!
It wasn't flashy, but green electricity enveloped his entire body.
Countless hexagonal light grids covered his body, and then, a heavy black reinforced suit and a silver breastplate materialized out of thin air.
The helmet closed, and the compound eyes glowed with a faint green light.
Kamen Rider Ant Soldiers, here we come!
"This is... the power of Kamen Rider?"
Miller's incredulous voice came from beneath the visor.
He clenched his fist slightly, feeling his whole body filled with explosive power.
He subconsciously glanced at the marble dining table next to him, which weighed several hundred kilograms.
Grab the corner of the table with one hand.
Up!
He moved the table, which required four strong men to lift, by one meter.
"Wow." Tony whistled from afar. "It's still far from mine, but for an ordinary person, it's a huge improvement."
The hall erupted in chaos.
All the agents have gone mad.
"I want to smoke! I have money!"
"Let me go first! I have 100,000!"
The crowd overwhelmed Li Ang and the gashapon machine.
Credit cards were swiped through the cash register.
Fury was pushed to the very edge, and someone even stepped on his brand-new leather shoes.
"Damn it..."
Fury straightened his crooked tie and looked at his subordinates, who were usually obsequious in his presence but now wouldn't even recognize their own chief for the sake of spending money on in-game purchases. A deep sense of powerlessness welled up inside him.
He touched his pocket.
There is a black card there.
It was the little treasure trove that Steve and his crew had completely drained...
He looked at his subordinates who had transformed into ant soldiers, and even a few who had transformed into the even more heavily armored Leo cavalry, and hesitated for a moment.
"Director?" Agent Hill asked tentatively, noticing Fury's conflicted expression. "Should we stop them?"
"Stop it my ass!"
Fury gritted his teeth and strode towards the crowd.
Relying on the bureau chief's tyrannical power and his fierce face, he forcefully pushed his way through and stood in front of Li Ang.
Snapped!
Another black card that looked tattered was slammed onto the table.
"Ten pulls for everyone! It's on me!"
Fury's voice drowned out all the noise. He glanced around at his astonished subordinates and sneered, "This is post-war perk! Understand?!"
"Long live the bureau chief!!!"
The cheers nearly lifted the roof off Stark Tower.
A dozen minutes later.
The party on the top floor of Stark Tower turned into a tokusatsu (special effects) costume exhibition.
Dozens of fully armed mass-produced knights stood in neat formation.
Ant soldiers, Leo cavalry, and even a guy with incredible luck drew Kamen Rider G3.
The metal armor reflected a cold light under the lamplight, and the square formation formed by the group exuded a chilling aura.
"Looks like S.H.I.E.L.D. won't need to rely on us anymore."
Natasha swirled her wine glass, her eyes sparkling with interest.
"That's not necessarily true."
"Chief, look, Natasha and the others have all been upgraded to wave level, so should I...?"
Barton somehow ended up next to Fury.
"Get lost! I have no money left!"
Fury looked at his two black cards, his heart bleeding.
"Besides, I haven't even settled the score with you for those arrows you shot at me when you were under Loki's control!"
Although he was cursing, Fury couldn't suppress the smile on his lips as he looked at the special agent team in front of him, which betrayed him.
With this team, even ordinary S.H.I.E.L.D. agents can lend a hand the next time they encounter some alien scum.
Li Ang watched this scene, counting the long string of zeros in his account, and nodded in satisfaction.
"That's right, a win-win situation."
……
at the same time.
An underground parking garage in Queens, New York, filled with heavy metal music.
The place is filled with all sorts of mechanical parts salvaged from junkyards, and the walls are covered with complex circuit diagrams and design drafts.
An old television set is replaying footage of the Battle of Manhattan.
The image freezes on the moment Tony faces the mushroom bomb.
Noisy!
The welding torch emitted blue sparks, illuminating a young face covered in oil.
She was a young-looking Black girl with fluffy curly hair and wearing heavy goggles.
Unlike others who idolize these superheroes, she has an almost fanatical fascination in her eyes.
"I never imagined Stark would develop bio-armor based on the Iron Man suit?"
"But this has given me a new idea. How about calling my battle armor 'Iron Heart'?"
The girl put down the welding torch, picked up a wrench, and slammed it hard against the armor shell on the workbench.
"If only I could take apart Stark's armor and have a look, but all I found were the remains of war soldiers..."
She licked her lips, a flame of ambition burning in her eyes.
"I'm sure I can build an even cooler suit of armor than the Mark armor!"
"Stark is just a lucky guy standing on the shoulders of giants, while I am the real genius!"