Marvel’s Big Villain

In the underground warehouse of S.H.I.E.L.D., steel battle armors stood neatly on the console.

S.H.I.E.L.D. agents about to perform missions are wearing black tights and are wearing steel armor with the help of robotic arms and humans.

Among all the muscular men, there is a beautiful scenery line.

The black leather jacket wraps the graceful body of Agent Natasha Romanov, the black widow, with her attractive face and graceful S-shaped curve, which makes the engineer in charge of debugging unable to look away at all.

"Hey! Be serious." Black Widow reminded blankly.

"Oh, I'm sorry... you can stand up and try." The engineer showed embarrassment, and quickly lowered his head to operate the computer.

Black Widow nodded and stood on the console, wrapping herself in the armor of steel.

She is used to this kind of situation.

Not only is she not disgusted, on the contrary she is very good at it and is willing to use her physical advantage.

For a female agent, a seductive body is the best tool to complete the task.

The engineer made a crackling operation, and finally pressed the Enter key.

The mechanical sound full of industrial art sounded, and the mechanical arm began to install the steel armor.

Thirty seconds later, the armor was installed without any problems.

The engineer executes the exit procedure and asks, "Everything is fine with the system, do you still fit?"

"It's too crowded on the top, it hurts a bit when you press it." Black Widow muttered, rubbing the painful part as if no one else was there.

"Hush..."

Not far away, a frivolous whistle sounded.

Everyone looked up and saw Tony leaning against the door, staring at the black widow with a mean expression.

"These steel armors are all built according to the standards of adult men. If I knew that you were going to participate in tonight's operation, I would have customized one for you, lest your part be flattened by the breastplate."

Tony has been a frequent visitor here since becoming a S.H.I.E.L.D. consultant, not because he likes to work but because of Black Widow.

After seeing her astonishing appearance and figure, Tony accidentally asked her to spend a wonderful night together, but was beaten by the angry black widow, almost directly GG.

Knowing that it was a rose with thorns, Tony didn't dare to make any mistakes, and started talking sweetly instead.

He has a thick face, and he blurted out all kinds of flirtatious jokes, which made the black widow very headache.

Hitting couldn't hit him, and scolding didn't work. Over time, the black widow began to ignore him, but Tony still persevered.

Seeing Tony's gaudy attire, the Black Widow shook her head helplessly, and asked with a straight face, "Why are you here?"

Tony walked over with a smile and pushed the engineer away, putting his hands on the keyboard to operate.

"I'm here to check the situation of the Iron Armor, and by the way, remind the black stewed egg not to die, and even if he wants to die, don't take me with him."

Hearing this, the Black Widow taunted: "Oh, are you scared?"

"No."

"You're just scared, you're afraid that Jason will blame you for everything S.H.I.E.L.D. does."

Tony frowned and pushed the keyboard out violently.

With a snap, the keyboard fell to the ground, and several keycaps popped out.

"I've read the plan. Isn't that the case? I'll take the blame for all your troubles. Isn't that the case?"

Tony's roar made the underground warehouse instantly quiet.

The black widow looked indifferent and said sadly: "Trust me, if there is a better candidate, we will definitely not choose you, a coward."

"Hmph, I'm timid." Tony snorted coldly with disdain, and said viciously: "You have no father, no mother, no friends, cold personality, no sense of taste, of course you can't understand my feelings!"

Tony's words were like thorns, piercing into Black Widow's heart.

Her face darkened in an instant, she clenched her fists tightly, and said in a serious tone, "Really?"

"No! Stop!"

Tony realized that he had said the wrong thing, and quickly stepped back to a safe distance.

"Forget it! You can do whatever you want, as long as you don't involve me in it." Tony finished speaking, and walked out of the underground warehouse quickly.

"By the way, I have tested the Iron Armor and there is no problem. I wish you good luck."

The black widow stared at his back coldly, and after taking a few deep breaths, she slowly loosened her pair of iron fists.

"Scum!"

………………

At night, the Los Angeles clown organization branch.

The thousand-square-meter workshop on the basement floor was cleaned, decorated with lights, and beamed with joy.

Hundreds of square dining tables are evenly placed in the factory building, and the white tablecloths are filled with champagne and delicacies.

Thousands of official members of the branch gathered in the factory. While tasting delicious food, they chatted with their companions, and the factory was full of laughter.

Today is a special day for them.

The clown organization burned Notre Dame Cathedral and stole the world famous painting "Mona Lisa".

This is the organization's first overseas victory, and it is worth celebrating for all members of the organization.

Most importantly, their leader, Locomotive, was one of the two operatives of the Paris terrorist attack, which made the members of the Los Angeles branch very proud.

This gathering of all official members was held logically.

There are also several high-definition projectors placed in the corner of the factory building, playing live images of the Paris terrorist attack in a loop.

Whenever the fire burns and the explosion sounds, the members of the organization will raise their glasses and shout together.

This scene is quite a bit of a religious gathering, with a sense of sight of demons dancing wildly.

However, not everyone can laugh from the bottom of their hearts when they see these scenes.

Several of the members were laughing and joking on the surface, but their eyes were full of anger and vigilance.

They were moles that S.H.I.E.L.D. had spent months planting in the Los Angeles branch.

In order to prevent their identities from being suspected, each of them was stained with the blood of civilians before entering the organization.

This means that they spend their entire lives as lurkers hiding in shadowy corners, even if these civilians are villains who spend money to bail out of prison.

They bear the infamy and abandon their wives and children in order to infiltrate the clown organization step by step, steal important information, and give the clown organization a fatal blow at a critical moment.

…………

The reception lasted until the middle of the night, empty bottles of whiskey and champagne had piled up, and all members of the organization were ruddy and incoherent.

Here's your chance!

Several agents looked at each other across the seats, and the one with the highest rank sneaked out of the venue and went into the bathroom.

In the small bathroom, several people were already drunk.

Four of the five toilet stalls were making unspeakable noises.

Disgusted, the agent walked into the last stall pretending to be a drunk.

He took out the micro-communicator from the collar of his clothes, and while he vigilantly pricked up his ears to listen to the sounds outside, he quickly edited the text on the communicator.

After confirming the transmission and getting a reply, he left the bathroom and returned to the factory building, and signaled the rest of the agents to evacuate.

After the agents received the signal, they stood up and mixed in the crowd and left quietly.

Their true identities are highly classified, and only former director Nick Fury in S.H.I.E.L.D. knows.

If they don't leave early, they will die in the hands of their own people once the S.H.I.E.L.D.

………………

S.H.I.E.L.D. stronghold.

Nick Fury sat at his desk, waiting anxiously.

This kind of nervousness hasn't appeared for a long time since I became a secret agent.

Ding!

The communicator beeped, and Nick Fury picked it up instantly.

Looking at the content on the communicator, his tense nerves finally relaxed, and he said with a sneer: "Since you all gather together to have a party, it saves me to find them one by one."

After speaking, Nick Fury strode out of the meeting room and came to the underground factory on the first floor.

A total of fifty new energy armors have all been debugged and are waiting for him to give orders.

"Insiders have received news that all the official members of the Los Angeles branch of the Clown Organization have held a party at Mission No. 1, and most of them are already drunk."

Oh, it really is a group of rabble.

Hearing this information, the agents all smiled sarcastically.

"This opportunity is once in a lifetime. We must kill all the members of the organization tonight. At the same time, those branch leaders must be captured alive as much as possible. Let's take action!"

As soon as the words fell, all the agents couldn't wait to enter the steel armor, and the engineer immediately started the activation process.

The mechanical arms stretched out from both sides and quickly installed the steel armor, and the melodious mechanical sound filled the underground factory.

After the installation was completed, fifty steel battle armors lined up and walked out of the stronghold.

The boots emitted an electromagnetic pulse, and they soared toward their target location.

………………

Los Angeles branch office.

Even if the party is held, some people are deployed around the stronghold for defense.

However, the members of the branch have been at ease for too long, and have completely lost their vigilance. They never thought that anyone would dare to attack the clown organization branch, so the guards were all flushed with a bottle of whiskey in their hands.

Spots of light lit up in the dark sky, but the guards' eyes were slightly drunk and they didn't notice it at all.

This armored force is led by the Black Widow. After entering the effective distance, she immediately turns on the intelligent recognition mode, marks all the enemies outside the stronghold, and shares them with other agents.

"There are exactly 50 people on the periphery of the stronghold, one for each of us, we must kill silently."

"clear!"

After receiving the order, the battle armor troops immediately adjusted their direction in the air and flew towards their respective targets.

Black Widow targets the man sitting on top of the factory drinking.

The distance between the two sides was less than 100 meters, and the other party still didn't notice it. He put the binoculars aside and only knew how to pour wine into his mouth.

Black Widow sneered and rushed over.

When the distance was less than ten meters, the other party finally noticed the abnormality, and instantly lost all alcohol.

"Oh, shit!"

Unfortunately, this is the last sentence he said in this life.

Because in the next second, the black widow clasped his neck with one hand, squeezed his throat hard and shattered it completely.

He was thrown on the roof by the black widow, clutching his throat, unable to say a word.

In those bloodshot eyeballs, the cold and ruthless face of the steel armor is always printed.