After Chen Mo finished speaking, he raised one hand.
The space in front of him rapidly distorted, and a pitch-black spatial rift appeared out of thin air.
A biting wind, carrying heavy snow, relentlessly swept into the laboratory. The equipment was instantly covered in a layer of frost, and even the temperature in the air plummeted.
Chen Mo offered no explanation. He stepped into the crevice, and his figure vanished in the blink of an eye.
The crack then closed.
The laboratory returned to calm, but the blizzard that had rushed in did not dissipate so quickly.
Tony shuddered and quickly hugged his arms, rubbing his skin, which was covered in goosebumps.
"Does this bastard even know what it means to close the door behind you?"
He glanced at the sophisticated instruments on the table.
Several metal parts were covered in ice.
This is the core underground area of Stark Tower. If that gust of wind had lasted a few more seconds, his equipment would have been completely destroyed.
Coulson was also quite cold.
He breathed on his palms and then subconsciously touched his bald forehead.
" Mr. Stark, Mr. Chen Mo just mentioned ancestors..."
How would I know?
Tony rolled his eyes.
"Maybe this madman thinks your bureau chief is too young and is planning to find him a father figure."
Coulson paused for a moment.
He felt that although this explanation was outrageous, it wasn't the most outrageous one when applied to Chen Mo.
" JARVIS, turn the lab heating up to maximum."
"Yes, sir, the temperature is being increased."
Tony sniffed and walked back to the holographic screen.
"While you're at it, find out where that lunatic went."
"Target coordinates have been locked, sir."
JARVIS's voice rang out quickly.
"The target is located deep in the Arctic Ocean, near an uninhabited glacier."
Arctic Ocean?
Why would this guy give up a great life in New York and run off to this freezing cold?
"Pull up the real-time satellite imagery for that area."
With the satellite technology currently available to Stark Industries, it would be difficult for any target to escape Tony's surveillance as long as they remain on Earth.
soon.
The large screen in the center of the laboratory switched to satellite images.
In the scene, the Arctic Ocean is deathly still.
As far as the eye could see, there was only blinding white snow and a gloomy sky. Gale-force winds swept across the snow, and thick ice stretched to the horizon, with no sign of any life.
In the center of this icy plain, Chen Mo stood steadily on the frozen ground.
He looked down at the ice sheet beneath his feet.
The ice was incredibly hard, and the wind and snow could be felt as if they were creating significant resistance on your face.
Chen Mo ignored the bad weather; he hadn't come here to investigate the geographical environment.
When he comes to find Captain America, he doesn't need to do what's in the story: he doesn't need to specifically look for excavation equipment, nor does he need to calculate the thickness of the ice layer and the geological structure.
Once you find something, just take it.
It's that simple.
Chen Mo closed his eyes.
An invisible force of thought erupted from within his body in an instant.
The immense spiritual power penetrated through hundreds of meters of thick ice, spreading rapidly in all directions like a giant scanning net.
soon.
The situation deep within the ice was all imprinted in his mind.
A frozen underground river, and several fractured rock strata.
There was also a massive metal object.
Found it.
Chen Mo opened his eyes.
He raised his hands, palms up, and made an upward lifting motion towards the ice field beneath his feet.
The underground laboratory of Stark Tower.
Tony was still wondering why Chen Mo had suddenly gone to the Arctic, when the screen suddenly started shaking violently.
What happened?
He frowned and leaned closer to the screen.
In the satellite images, the area where Chen Mo was located began to change.
The ice layer within a radius of hundreds of meters cracked simultaneously, and countless dark fissures spread rapidly. Immediately afterwards, a large section of the ice sheet collapsed with a roar, sending ice fragments and snow flying into the air.
Coulson didn't even bother to straighten his suit before quickly walking to the screen.
What is he doing?
"Is that even a question?"
Tony pointed to the screen.
"Clearly, he's pulling up radishes."
"Pulling radishes?"
"What else could it be? Are we performing surgery on the glacier?"
The next second.
A massive, old-fashioned strategic bomber rose abruptly from the depths of the ice.
Large chunks of ice kept falling from the wings and fuselage, and the heavy metal structure emitted a series of booming sounds.
Tony squinted.
"What kind of ancient artifact is this?"
" JARVIS, zoom in."
The camera zooms in rapidly.
The paint scheme on the bomber gradually became clear.
A logo featuring a skull and tentacles appears on the side of the fuselage.
Coulson's breath caught in his throat.
Even after more than seventy years of erosion by ice and snow, the mark is still clearly visible.
"That is..."
His voice became hoarse.
"The symbol of Hydra."
Tony glanced at him.
"Your S.H.I.E.L.D..'s ancestors were Hydra? That doesn't seem so wrong."
Coulson did not answer.
His eyes were fixed on the bomber on the screen, and his face was gradually turning pale.
He quickly recognized the model of the aircraft.
" Valkyrie."
Coulson's voice began to tremble.
"In 1945, Captain America piloted this bomber into the Arctic Ocean in an attempt to stop it."
Tony raised an eyebrow.
"So, the Captain America you've been searching for for decades is on this plane?"
Coulson didn't answer; he was completely focused on the screen, afraid of missing even a second of the detail.
On the Arctic Ocean.
The bomber has been completely pulled out of the ice.
With a casual wave of his hand, Chen Mo sent the tens of tons of aircraft crashing heavily onto the ice sheet beside him, shattering large sections of the solid ice on the spot.
The heavy metal casing emitted a screeching sound.
Tony stared at the screen and couldn't help but smack his lips.
Does he have some misunderstanding about cultural relic protection?
Coulson ignored him.
He's only concerned with what's inside the cabin right now.
Chen Mo walked to the cabin door.
The heavy metal cabin door was frozen shut by ice and snow; not only could it not be opened, but the spare handle had probably rusted into the aircraft.
However, it didn't have much of an impact.
Chen Mo stretched out his hands, grabbed the edge of the hatch, and pulled it outward with force.
A piercing sound of steel tearing apart rang out. He casually tossed the hatch into the snow, stepped over the deformed door frame, and entered the cabin.
The cabin was dimly lit.
The corridor and walls were covered with sharp icicles, and several corpses dressed in Hydra uniforms lay nearby. The bodies were frozen solid, some still in the posture of gripping weapons before they died.
Chen Mo didn't even glance at it.
These small fish are worthless.
He stepped through the broken ice and went straight to the cockpit at the far end of the cabin.
The ice layer is the thickest here.
In front of the driver's seat, a solid, transparent layer of ice encased a person.
The person was wearing a blue and red bodysuit, with their eyes closed and their eyebrows and eyelashes covered in white frost.
His hands were clasped in front of his chest, tightly clutching a round shield.
The colors red, white, and blue are interspersed.
At the center of the shield is a striking silver five-pointed star.
Steve Rogers.
Captain America.
And so, man and shield remained frozen quietly beneath the Arctic Ocean for decades.
Chen Mo looked at the ice sculpture in front of him and couldn't help but chuckle.
He stepped forward, extended his finger, and gently tapped Captain America's forehead twice.
Thump.
Thump.
The echo was dull.
It feels really good.
It's quite sturdy; even if you hit it with a big iron sledgehammer, you might not be able to crack it.
If you were to pack up this block of ice, man and shield, and send it back to New York, then throw it untouched onto Nick Fury's desk...
That Black Nick Fury with the perpetually stern face must have some interesting expressions.
Captain America, whom I've been searching for for decades, was finally pulled out of the glacier and frozen into an Old Popsicle.
This gift is a bit too much of a surprise.
Chen Mo thought about it more and more and it seemed pretty good.
The underground laboratory of Stark Tower.
Through synchronous communication, Tony and Coulson also saw the footage from inside the cabin.
The laboratory fell silent once again.
Tony stared, mouth agape, his gaze fixed on the man in the ice.
"That's... Captain America?"
Tony turned to look at Coulson.
Coulson did not answer.
The thick stack of risk assessment reports in his hand was silently slipping from his fingers.
With a whoosh.
The documents were scattered all over the floor.
But he didn't even bother to look down at it.
His lips trembled uncontrollably, and the muscles in his face twitched slightly with excitement.
Coulson has been collecting Captain America cards since he was a child; it's been a special hobby of his for many years.
Captain America is his only faith.
And now.
On the screen, Chen Mo had just finished tapping the captain on the forehead, and his gaze had already begun to move downwards.
Finally, his gaze fell on the Stars and Stripes shield.
Tony followed his gaze and his expression immediately changed.
"Etc."
"What's wrong?"
"He wouldn't be thinking of..."
"That shield was made by my father."
Tony stared at the screen, his tone gradually becoming serious.
"If I remember correctly, it should be an alloy primarily composed of Vibranium. The shield's structure and coating are also of great research value."
Coulson finally came to his senses.
" Mr. Stark, please don't analyze the Captain's shield in that tone."
"Please, Coulson, I only said it has research value."
Tony said seriously, "Besides, Chen Mo has been helping me gather more materials recently."
"No."
I haven't even said what I'm going to do yet.
Your eyes have already made it very clear.
Tony was silent for a moment.
"Okay, I admit, I do want to see the materials used in this shield."
"No!"
What if we only take a few scraps?
"That won't work either!"
"What about Chen Mo?"
Coulson suddenly looked at the screen.
In the scene, Chen Mo has already reached out his hand, his fingertips touching the exposed ice at the edge of the shield.
Judging from his movements, he was clearly preparing to exert force directly and pry the shield out of Steve's arms.
"No--!"
Coulson suddenly let out a piercing scream.
The noise was so loud that even Tony, who was standing next to him, was startled and took a half step back.
Before Tony could speak, Coulson had already pounced on the holographic screen like a madman, his eyes fixed on Chen Mo's hand.
His face was almost pressed against the screen, and his voice cracked on the spot.
Don't touch it!
Don't scratch its paint!
"Take your hands off the captain's shield, ahhh!"
Coulson's furious roar echoed throughout the spacious laboratory.
Tony took a step back.
It seems so.
The psychological impact of the alien prince was far less devastating than that of the tattered shield.