Two hours later, amid snow that filled the sky, the three of them trudged unevenly to a camp.
The camp was covered in thick snow. The Umbrella Corporation logo hung crookedly on the barbed-wire fence, with no one guarding the perimeter and not a single figure visible inside. It was as eerie as a giant graveyard.
The three exchanged a silent look, then stepped carefully inside. The camp had been laid out in an extremely orderly fashion. Some abandoned vehicles sat on both sides of the road, wrapped in ice and snow; they had clearly been left unused for some time.
The air around them was deathly quiet, the atmosphere still and oppressive.
"Could Umbrella's people have left as soon as they dug up the dragon corpse?"
The question flashed through Tony's mind. His face darkened as he looked toward the central area of the camp. Beside him, Deadpool quietly sidled over, waggling his eyebrows and pointing inside to signal that something was up.
"JARVIS!"
Tony understood at once. He immediately activated the infrared detection module, picking out a red human silhouette.
The figure was about 1.8 meters tall and was standing right in the center of the room. He seemed to sense the movement outside and slowly turned his head.
"Not good. He's spotted us."
Snap.
His shoulder sank. The figure in his infrared vision vanished in an instant, and a hoarse voice suddenly sounded from behind him.
"Who are you?"
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Judging by the voice, it was probably an old man. Tony did not panic. He turned his face slightly and looked at the person behind him.
"I'm Iron Man, Tony Stark. And you... who are you?"
"Hilbert Jean Angers. Just an utterly ordinary old man."
Angers lowered his hand from Tony's shoulder and said it casually.
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