Plug-in Players In Marvel

The flight that originally took more than one hour and nearly two hours was shortened by one third by Stark.

Counting from the moment of take-off to the time of landing at the accident site, 63 minutes have passed.

To say fast, it is indeed fast enough.

But even so, he still failed to catch up.

"Hey, you." Standing in the middle of a group of policemen and looking around, Stark chose the one that was more pleasing to the eye.

As he stepped forward, he lifted his visor and looked at the red-nosed police officer whose expression was mixed with depression, anger, fluke, and excitement. Stark asked solemnly: "When you came, did you have any? See a big guy over two meters tall? He's very burly, bald, East Asian..."

"I don't know if you are looking for the same person." The white police officer nodded: "There is indeed a big man who was just taken away by the chief. If nothing else, he should have arrived at the police station by now."

"Thank you." Nodding, Stark put on his visor and prepared to take off.

Suddenly remembering something, he opened his visor again and pointed at the police officer's cell phone in his pocket: "Thank you for your information."

Leaving such a sentence, Stark flew into the sky with a flash of fire and disappeared from the eyes of the police officers who were washing the floor.

At the same time, the police officer he questioned suddenly received a text message from the bank on his mobile phone. It turned out that in order to thank him for the information, Stark told Jarvis to put $20,000 into his personal account.

"Wow, he's really generous."

"Paul, it's over for a treat."

Because of this unexpected windfall, the depression of being temporarily called out to work overtime has been alleviated, and the anger that was generated after I heard that there were people in the jurisdiction who were fighting on a large scale gradually subsided.

Looking at the colleagues who came around, the police officer named Paul smiled: "Okay, I'll invite you for a late night snack. Guys, let's speed up and finish work as soon as possible."

"You decide."

"no problem."

Not to mention the police officers whose enthusiasm suddenly increased a lot, on the other hand, Stark has already leaped three blocks and came to the New York City Police Department.

Let Jarvis call up the building structure diagram and find out where the director's office is at the first time. Stark flew directly to the window of this room without any hesitation, raised his right hand wrapped in the armor, and gently knocked on the window.

Maybe it's because wearing armor makes it difficult to control strength, or maybe it's because through the glass on the window, I see a familiar face in the room that I didn't expect at all, causing my hand to lose weight...

"Bah~~." After knocking, several pieces of glass on the window were shattered into slag.

"...." Only then did he notice the Iron Man floating outside the window, and Director George Stacy frowned and stood up, came to the window and called the window lattice: "Mr. Stark, if you come again next time, please Go to the front door, okay?"

"Sorry." Entering the house along the window, Stark opened his visor: "The maintenance fee is mine."

Although I was a little sorry in my heart, at this time, Stark really didn't have the heart to chat with the police chief in front of him.

After entering the room, he turned his gaze directly to Shi Xiaolei, who was sitting on the sofa: "Locke, are you alright?"

"Hi, Tony."

Thinking that Stark should be able to provide himself with some help through his personal connections and energy, he ordered 2B to call him. To be honest, Shi Xiaolei really didn't expect Tony Stark to come in person. After all, his body has not fully recovered, and he is in Los Angeles, separated from New York on the east coast by the entire continental United States.

At this time, seeing Stark appearing in front of him, Shi Xiaolei was really moved.

And some apologies.

Looking at Stark, Shi Xiaolei smiled embarrassedly, and asked a little worriedly, "I didn't expect you to come over in person. Speaking of which, how is your body? Are you almost recovering?"

"Nine times out of ten." Answering Shi Xiaolei's question, Stark nodded to the other two by the way: "Long time no see, Coulson and Mei."

"Hello." His attitude was as gentle as always, and his smile was the same as the last time we met. Coulson stretched out his hand: "Although the occasion is not right... It's nice to meet you, Mr. Stark."

May didn't speak, she just nodded to Stark as a greeting.

"SO, who will explain to me, what is the situation now?" With some doubts in his heart, Stark turned around and looked at George Stacy: "Director 'sir', can you explain why I Will my friend be brought here? Since Coulson is here, I believe you must have gotten information from him, and you should know that my friend is not responsible."

"Because I need to know more." Meeting Stark's questioning gaze, Stacey answered with a slightly tough attitude.

The smiling face just now did not mean that Stacey put himself in a position lower than Tony Stark.

Although the salary of the US police is allocated from the tax, they tend to be more respectful to the wealthy who have provided the tax. But there is always an exception to everything~www.novelmt.com~ For example, George Stacy, he is the kind of good policeman who has a strong sense of justice and ignores his own interests in order to insist on justice.

Regardless of whether you are a big taxpayer or not, what I have to do is to fulfill my responsibilities as the police chief.

No, after giving Stark the answer, Stacey looked at Shi Xiaolei again and continued the previous question: "Mr. Locke, do you really have no idea what the group of guys who suddenly appeared?"

"Sorry, I really don't know." Shi Xiaolei's face showed a bit of depression, and scratched his head a little irritably: "Actually, I'm not even sure about the origin of the previous wave of soldiers. At the beginning, I didn't suspect they were fakes, but after the shootout, I couldn't help but be a little bit suspicious. I mean, if they were really active duty soldiers with official status... this is stateside and it's New York , I really don't understand why someone chooses to do it here, and the target is a group of serving soldiers who are on a mission."

When Shi Xiaolei responded to Stacey's question, Mei, who was quietly standing behind Coulson, suddenly raised her hand and covered her ears.

After receiving the investigation results from the logistics staff through the earphones, Mei put down her arms and put her arms close to Coulson's ear, and reported it in a low voice.

"Are you sure?" Coulson, who was calm before, suddenly became solemn.

"According to the investigation in the background, yes." Mei also looked very serious: "There is a surveillance camera installed by the **** near the scene. It is very hidden and has not been destroyed. The pictures taken through this surveillance camera... Although he wears a hood and does not reveal his face, by comparing other characteristics, it is basically certain that he is the No. 47 agent who has died in the line of duty."