People In Marvel, Start To Suppress Odin For A Thousand Years

The next day, after noon, at two o'clock in the afternoon.

"According to the latest news from the Millennium Daily, the son of the Stark Military Industry Group, Tony Stark, was attacked by an unknown person when he went out to discuss business with others, and his whereabouts are currently unknown!"

"Affected by the news, major shareholders of the Stark Group are discussing a rescue plan..."

"Then enter the interview screen^"

In the gallery, Aaron got up early in the morning.

He has long been familiar with the news on TV. At this moment, this guy named Tony Stark should still be building his armor in a certain cave.

"This world emphasizes that the poor rely on mutation, and the rich rely on technology. I don't know what fun things that Stark can create..."

Not far away, on the wall not far from Aaron, there happened to be a picture from not long ago.

It was a man wearing red and gold interlaced armor, but the mechs all over his body were broken.

The man fell into the ruins, and there were many people in the ruins.

This painting is called the final battle.

The owner in this painting is almost exactly the same as Tony Stark, the son of the Stark Group who disappeared in the news.

"My lord, I found it. They are in an abandoned industrial base in Hell's Kitchen."

At this moment, a puppet-like figure appeared in front of Aaron.

He was wearing a black armor, but his appearance was rather crude.

"Well, I'll wait for them."

In Hell's Kitchen, under a seemingly crude industrial base, hides the largest power of the Hand.

Most of the members of the At the moment hand are gathered here, except for the news that one of the Five Fingers is still looking for dragon bones in Africa.

The other four fingers gathered here, discussing how to deal with Aaron.

"That man has the exact location of the keel, but the people we sent there haven't returned yet."

Mrs. Gao cracked her fingers and made a clicking sound.

"He's dead. That man is not simple. Even if I went there in person, I couldn't get any benefits."

"Ma'am, you are joking, we are all from the Holy Land, ordinary people..."

"He, it shouldn't be simple, he is a master!"

The person who spoke here was the fourth of the five masters of the Hand Association, all of whom came from Kunlun. They wanted the painting in Aaron's hand because there were traces of keel in the painting.

"Send all the masters in the game, I don't believe he can deal with so many ninjas alone!"

"Also, I will go there myself, I don't believe how capable this kid is!"

Mrs. Gao squinted her eyes, and carefully recalled the scene when she met that man for the first time yesterday.

It was exactly as the fat man said, mysterious and filled with all sorts of weird atmospheres.

Good boy, this fat man is trying to use us to test that man.

After all, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers.

In another place below the kitchen, a fat man who looked very fat but was full of explosive muscles sat on his throne.

What he was holding in his hand was a painting that Aaron had thrown over when he first came to Hell's Kitchen and planned to recruit him.

In this painting, I am dead.

He died miserably, not only that, even his only child died in the hands of hostile forces.

"Boss, they have acted!"

At this moment, a bald head came in from the outside and reported the news to Jin Bing.

"Well, as long as he kills the Hand, the entire Hell's Kitchen will be completely my three forces..."

"But, Matt that kid."

"Don't worry." Jin Bin waved his hand: "This kid won't be successful, don't worry about it."

The residents of Hell's Kitchen are free, and there are only a few streets in the entire Manhattan area, which are symbols of chaos and disorder.

And this gallery stands in this place.

In the dark night, this gallery is like an ancient castle, and there is a strangeness everywhere.

But the owner here didn't think so at all, but sat on the roof of his own gallery bored, staring at the stars in the sky.

There was a rustling sound.

In Aaron's eyes, not far away, a dozen red-clothed ninjas suddenly jumped up.

The target has been locked, which is yourself.

"Oh, don't you give up?"

Aaron waved his hand, not intending to come down from the roof, and calmly looked at the ninjas in front of him.

then!

A silver blade cut through the air, passed through Aaron's body and landed behind Aaron's back!

"Is it an afterimage?"

Murakami, one of the five fingers of the Hand, is the direct leader of this group of ninjas.

A person who has lived for hundreds of years is naturally familiar with the afterimage in front of him.

In the ninja school, there are people who have cultivated their body skills to the extreme, so that people can't catch their original figure.

But does it work?

"I'm a high level ninja, mere body skills won't do anything to me!"

Breathing sound, as long as you listen to the surrounding sounds quietly, you can find the direction of the target!

Just at the moment!

"found it!"

Apart from anything else, the surrounding ninjas directly killed in the direction of the breath under Murakami's signal!

Dozens of silver blades looked so dazzling under the moonlight.

And right in front of his eyes, a ninja pulled out a red sword from behind and rushed over directly!

One shot!

cut!

(PS: The plot needs a stage of development. Now it is Hades in the game world, so it will not be killed at the beginning, otherwise this invincible flow will start, and it will not be easy to continue)

(PS: Thank you for the reward from the red makeup boss, and thank you for the monthly ticket of the shrimp on the left!!)

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