"Queue?"
Chen Mo stepped on Abomination's head and looked up at the famous Marvel show-off in front of him.
"Dude, do you New York call this queuing? I was about to start eating, and you just cut in line with your plate. Your manners need improvement."
Tony hovered in mid-air, his palm cannon still aimed at Chen Mo.
Beneath the mask, his brow furrowed.
This guy is making it way too easy.
The Abomination, who had destroyed half the city, was crippled in just a few moves by him; it's hard to say how many rounds this suit of armor could withstand.
"Ahem, first of all, I didn't cut in line."
Tony began, "Secondly, this conversation would be more civilized if you removed your foot from that lump of yellow protein."
"Yellow protein?"
Chen Mo glanced down at Abomination.
"You know what, your description is actually quite accurate. Those muscles clearly show he's been taking a lot of protein powder."
Abomination growl rumbled in its throat, its arms gripping the ground as it tried to lift its head off Chen Mo's feet.
But it didn't work.
Chen Mo's foot seemed to be welded to his head.
His struggles only highlighted Chen Mo's overwhelming strength.
Tony's shoulder armor opened slightly, and several miniature scanners locked onto Chen Mo.
" JARVIS, investigate him."
"Scanning, sir."
A steady electronic sound came through the headphones.
"No matching identity found in the database; no matching results found between S.H.I.E.L.D..'s public and private files."
Tony's eyelid twitched.
"Well, a nobody who can trample Abomination underfoot, that's good news, JARVIS."
He looked at Chen Mo, his tone becoming even more irritating.
Did you know that New York welcomes tourists, but we generally don't welcome tourists leaving takeout?
Chen Mo thought for a moment.
"So, you mean some stinking out-of-towner came all the way to New York to beg for food?"
"Wow, wow, wow, I didn't say that, but some people might like it."
The brightness of Tony's Palm Cannon increased slightly.
"Now, this is the last warning: let him go, then put your hands up, and best not to do anything that could cause bloodshed on our stand-up comedy show."
Chen Mo did not answer, but instead looked at the Arc Reactor on his chest.
Your cardiac equipment is quite expensive.
"Thank you for the compliment, I made it myself."
"I can tell."
Chen Mo nodded.
"A normal doctor wouldn't do something so punkish."
Tony paused for a second.
For some reason, he suddenly had a strong urge to slap a cannonball across this guy's face.
But his intelligent mind told him...
It's best not to; that thing just blocked the Abomination with a single finger.
The armor he's wearing now isn't thick enough for him to risk his life to test the other person's temper.
On the other side.
At S.H.I.E.L.D.., Nick Fury watched the scene on the screen, his one eye slightly narrowed.
The footage came from street surveillance cameras, news helicopters, military drones, and several private cameras that were temporarily taken over by S.H.I.E.L.D..
From every angle, the strange man stood in the center of the ruins.
He trampled Abomination underfoot.
Iron Man was standing in front of him.
"Sir, all databases have no results."
An agent quickly reported, "We checked the immigration system, the criminal investigation system, military personnel files, and even cross-referenced missing persons records."
Fury looked at the screen.
"And then what happened?"
He appeared out of thin air.
Fury's expression remained unchanged.
" Barton."
Hawkeye's voice soon came through the communication channel.
"I am here."
Tell me, can you hit him?
On the rooftop, Hawkeye crouched on the edge, his compound bow already half-drawn.
He looked down at Chen Mo, then glanced at the humiliated Abomination trampled underfoot.
"I hit the target."
Fury was silent for half a second.
"Then what?"
Hawkeye was silent for half a second.
"Then my location will be exposed."
"And then?"
"And then? Director, I suggest you apply for my death in the line of duty in advance, and then arrange the funeral ceremony."
The command center fell silent for a moment.
Fury said expressionlessly, "Keep observing, and do not initiate attacks."
"Receive."
Hawkeye loosens the bowstring.
His life is spared for now.
In the middle of the street.
Tony is still trying to stall for time.
"Listen, mysterious sir, I don't know who you are or where you come from, but you're standing at the scene of an accident, and you're stepping on a runaway monster, oh, or rather, a super soldier."
Chen Mo looked down at Abomination.
"Super Soldier?"
"Hmm, that's the official statement."
Tony said, "Although I personally prefer to call it a gym disaster."
I agree with that.
Chen Mo showed a relieved expression.
"You've finally said something sensible."
Thank you, I've always been good at communicating with others.
Tony paused for a moment.
"So, speak plainly. What exactly do you want?"
Chen Mo glanced at him.
"Have a meal."
Tony: "..."
A reporter in the distance. "Will this segment get any ratings?"
Soldiers: "..."
Even the Abomination paused for a moment.
This answer is outrageous.
It was so outrageous that no one knew how to respond.
Tony took a deep breath.
"Okay, JARVIS, make a note of this. The target appears to have a severe eating disorder."
"It's been recorded, sir."
Chen Mo ignored him.
His attention is currently focused more on Abomination.
There are very obvious traces of gamma energy in this guy's body.
Unlike Compound V of the Boys World.
This thing is more violent and more primitive, like using a human body as a reactor and shoving in a rather unruly sun.
Chen Mo pondered for a moment.
If they can swallow this bite, it should give the Blacklight Virus a new flavor.
It's at least better than those dinosaurs and strange fish from before.
Just then, Abomination suddenly erupted.
He mustered a burst of strength from somewhere, and with a sudden burst of strength, his arms cracked the ground as he lunged at Chen Mo, half of his body hurtling towards him.
"Die!"
That distorted face was filled with madness.
Tony's palm cannon lit up instantly.
"Hey!"
boom!
Before Abomination could even touch Chen Mo, a hand pressed down on its face, slamming it back into the ruins.
Gravel flew everywhere.
Another section of the ground sank in.
Chen Mo looked down at him, her tone quite serious.
"You're already in this state, why do you still have to add drama to your life?"
The Abomination fingers were still twitching.
Tony turned his palm cannon towards Abomination, and his voice turned cold.
"Alright, let's deal with this big guy first. Don't move, I'll handle the suppressive fire."
What are you responsible for?
Chen Mo reached out and grabbed the bone spurs on the back of Abomination, lifting him out of the pit like a bag of garbage.
Tony immediately said, "I said, let's subdue him first."
"It's under control."
Chen Mo raised his other hand and waved to Tony.
"You're too late, Steel Cannery."
Tony didn't have a chance to refute it.
The shadow beneath Chen Mo's feet suddenly twisted.
The space itself seemed to fold in an instant.
This is a little trinket he got when he was cleaning up those sinners.
The range isn't excessive, but it's very easy to use.
It's especially suitable for playing pranks on people.
Inside Tony's armor, an alarm instantly went off.
"Sir, an anomaly has been detected in the spatial readings."
"What?"
Chen Mo, already holding the Abomination, gave him a very irritating smile.
I'll take this food with me.
He paused, then added.
"If you want to ask a question, go find someone who can answer it. Like that one-eyed Nick Fury, he seems like he knows a lot about things he doesn't."
The next second.
The air suddenly contracted.
Chen Mo and Abomination vanished from the spot at the same time.
All that remained was half a cloud of rising dust and the deep gash on the ground, dragged out by the Abomination's body.
Tony stood still.
He held his hand up, the palm cannon still lit.
The person is gone.
The monster is gone too.
All that remained at the scene were a group of stunned soldiers, a crazed reporter, and Iron Man, who had just arrived only to be intercepted on the spot.
JARVIS.
"I'm here, sir."
Tony looked at the empty ruins.
"Just a reminder, when I get back, I need to add the Anti-Mysterious-Asshole Armor to my plans."
JARVIS paused for a moment.
"Sir, does the project name need optimization?"
"Need not."
Tony gritted his teeth and said, "That's the name."
Inside the command center.
Fury's face finally darkened as he stared at the surveillance footage that had suddenly lost its target.
Replay the last three seconds.
The screen rewinds.
The shadow beneath Chen Mo's feet distorted, spatial readings became abnormal, and then the target vanished.
There was no flight path and no residual heat source.
There were no signs of normal movement.
The agents' expressions were not good.
Fury spoke slowly.
"Create a new file."
"Code name, sir?"
Fury stared at Chen Mo's smiling face on the screen before he disappeared.
"Unknown teleportation ability user, highest priority."
The agent quickly took notes.
Fury added, "Block all footage from the scene, control the media narrative, and notify Hill that I need a full report."
He paused for a moment.
"Also, include Stark in the list of targets for contact."
"Sir, what do you think he knows?"
Fury sneered, "Does he look like he knows anything?"
"Then why look for him?"
Fury stared at the deep drag mark on the screen.
"Because he just lost face in front of someone, given Tony Stark's personality, he'll definitely investigate on his own and cause a lot of trouble."
The agent understood.
Let Stark run into the wall, S.H.I.E.L.D. watch from behind to see how hard the wall is.
Fury stood up, his black trench coat swaying slightly.
His single eye held no fear, only a deeper vigilance.
A strange being capable of crushing Abomination with bare hands and instantly disappearing with its target.
This is definitely not just a military experiment failure.
It's more like something unknown has been added to this game.
Fury said in a low voice, "The trouble has only just begun." He touched the communicator in his pocket and stood there for a long time.
In another abandoned warehouse, where no one was present.
Chen Mo casually tossed the Abomination onto the ground.
The Abomination struggled to lift its head, its eyes still blazing with rage.
Chen Mo squatted in front of him, dark red blood vessels emerging from his palm.
Don't look at me like that.
He smiled.
"The first meal in the new world should still have a sense of ceremony."