Marvel’s Big Villain

A few minutes later, Tony and Steve descended from the sky in armor.

"over there!"

Steve gets his bearings and points to the window of the apartment.

Hearing this, Tony activated the detector of the armor, and the situation of the apartment immediately appeared on the helmet display.

After scanning it carefully, Tony felt strange and said: "There are four living people in the apartment, but they just stood there motionless."

"What?" Hearing this, Steve was also confused.

In the clown organization, the only one who can freeze a living person in place is Harley Quinn, who has space superpowers.

Although John Witkey could also freeze people in place, the four of them would definitely not be able to survive in the extremely cold low temperature.

Steve guessed whether it was the clown organization who learned that the mole was exposed and specially asked Harley Quinn to rescue her in advance.

But what he was really worried about was whether this apartment was a trap laid by the clown organization.

Tony suggested: "Shall we break through the window and sneak in?"

No matter what the situation, Stark will always have a plan A.

Steve shook his head, expressing his conjecture.

Unexpectedly, after Tony finished listening, he shook his head and said: "You worry too much, the strength of the clown organization is not as good as before, and it has been retreating in Africa for more than three years. Even if they come back today, they will definitely not trouble us .Did you forget that Nick Fury left you something nice."

Tony was referring to the communicator used for communication.

Indeed, with the help of the mysterious man who defeated Jason, the Clown Organization would be nothing to worry about.

But remembering Nick Fury's entrustment, in order not to cause trouble for the mysterious person, Steve still shook his head and said: "There are no absolutes, so we should be more cautious."

"..." Tony was speechless in anger.

The instruments have been detected, and the people have all disappeared, so why be cautious.

It seems that after Steve was defeated several times by the clown organization, his courage became smaller and smaller.

Just like I used to be!

Tony wasn't asking for Steve's opinion, the electromagnetic pulse gushed out under his feet, smashing the glass and rushing into the apartment.

At the moment of landing, the power of the detection system of the armor is fully charged, and the weapon arsenal is fully opened to prevent any possible enemies.

After scanning around, it was confirmed that there was no abnormality, and Steve was forced to follow.

Tony relaxed his vigilance and said with a smile: "Look, I said it's okay."

Steve hesitated to speak, and finally some words were left unsaid.

The two walked from the bedroom to the living room, and saw the four agents holding up pistols and looking ahead with serious expressions.

"What happened to them?" Steve asked curiously.

"I don't know." Tony shook his head and waved his hand in front of several people.

He just scanned the four of them with the life detection system of the battle armor and found that their vital signs were all normal.

No external injuries, no internal injuries, no enemies, but unable to communicate like a fool, this situation is too weird.

Tony tried again, and finally threw up his hands, discouraged: "Since Stan Phil has already run away, and the four of them look like this, it is better to transfer the search work to SHIELD... No, it should be handed over to the S.H.I.E.L.D. The FBI."

Steve sighed: "That's the only way, I hope they can be saved."

At this moment, one of the four agents trembled slightly, and his dull eyes returned to normal.

He rolled his eyes and looked at the two steel battle armors in front of him, with a weird smile on his face.

"Welcome both of you!"

The sudden sound from behind made Tony and Steve's hairs stand up, and a chill ran down their spines to the top of their heads.

Swish!

They immediately turned around, and the Palm Cannon began to gather energy.

Boom!

Suddenly, there is a big explosion in the apartment.

Accompanied by the shock wave, the flame devoured everything in the apartment and blasted the two of them out.

The explosion ended after a loud bang, and Tony and Steve got up from the ground.

Armors kept them safe, but the apartment was in flames.

Tony quickly flew over to put out the fire, and Steve contacted the higher-ups to report the situation.

After the fire was extinguished, the two entered the apartment again, and the four agents had been blown to pieces.

Looking around at the tragic situation, they panted heavily, their expressions extremely dignified.

With the sacrifice of four S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and the complete destruction of valuables in the apartment, the operation could only end in a disastrous failure.

Depressed, Tony walked to the balcony outside the apartment.

Steve walked up to him, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "What do you think of the agent's actions just now?"

Tony put his arms on the railing and said, "What do you think? I can only suspect that he is controlled by someone, and it's not the body, but the brain."

Steve said: "As I guessed, this Stan Phil is likely to be a superpower, and can control these agents like Hydra controls Bucky. From the effect point of view, it is several levels stronger. "

"Such a powerful person must be a cadre of the clown organization. Jason is willing to put him in S.H.I.E.L.D. for retirement." Tony smiled wryly.

"Think about the few times we have fought against the Clown Organization. Every time they can get key information, it must be Stan Phil who is tipping the news. His super powers are perfect for being a spy." Steve analyzed .

"Another top cadre... I will have a headache in the future." Tony suddenly felt very tired.

None of the top cadres of the clown organization is easy to mess with.

…………

Stan Phil drove all the way to the city.

Thinking of the surprised expressions on the two people's faces when they turned around, they couldn't help laughing out loud.

The remote-controlled explosives were pre-buried by him, and everything that happened today was within his expectations.

When Stan Phil learned that he was suspended, he realized that SHIELD was about to change.

Although Hydra is full of ambitions and talents, its core combat power is insufficient. Even if it can bring the S.H.I.E.L.D.

Once Hydra fell, his identity as a traitor would definitely be exposed, and Nick Fury arranged to monitor him with more than two or three eyeliners.

Stan Phil likes the big city very much, and he doesn't want to go to Africa to seek refuge in desperation, even if their new base looks like a science fiction movie.

In order to stay in Washington, he has been thinking about how to go next.

Just when he was watching TV, he suddenly thought of it.

…………

Ten minutes later, Stan Phil's car was parked in a remote corner.

He is located in a high-end community, and the entire street is a large house covering an area of ​​more than 1,000 square meters.

This place is very close to the city center. In this place where every inch of land is expensive, the identity of the head of the household is already obvious to live in such a luxurious villa.

Walking on this spacious and clean street, I feel that the air is much sweeter than outside.

At this time, a suspicious-looking strong man passed Stan Phil.

Stan walked normally, but the strong man frowned and turned around to stare at him.

He is an agent of the Secret Service, and most of the people walking on this street are agents.

Because the people living in this community are all important figures in American politics.

It was one of them that Stan Phil was going to visit tonight.

As he walked, he paid attention to the mailbox of the villa, and such a behavior aroused the suspicion of the agent even more.

When he found the house number and was about to go up and knock on the door.

The agent yelled, "Wait a minute!"

Stan Phil turned around, and saw the agent quickly surrounded him with several colleagues.

After looking up and down, they asked, "Who are you? Why are you near this house?"

Since they don't know these agents, it means that this guy is not a resident or guest here at all.

Stan Phil didn't answer, but smiled and activated his superpower.

The eighth-level telepathy can perceive humans within a radius of more than ten kilometers.

It can also drill into their brains, spy on memories, and temporarily manipulate consciousness.

These agents have received rigorous training, but in the face of superpowers, their willpower is like paper, which can be broken with a single poke.

In an instant, their minds were broken by Stan Phil, and they were shocked.

After a while, the agents put down their guard and said respectfully, "Sir!"

Stan Phil nodded and said, "Come with me, there is an urgent task to perform."

Hearing this, several agents drew out their pistols and surrounded him in a defensive formation.

Stan Phil walked to the door of the villa, straightened his suit and tie, and rang the doorbell.

Ding dong!

"Who is it?"

Footsteps came from the door.

Squeak~~

The person who opened the door was a 40-year-old black woman who looked like a servant in the house.

The maid looked at Stan Phil and the ferocious agent behind him, and asked with a puzzled expression: "Are you..."

Before she could finish speaking, Stan Phil took a step to the right to make room.

An agent immediately rushed forward and threw the maid to the ground, and restrained her from making a sound, and the rest of the agents also rushed in quickly.

"what!"

"What are you doing!"

"Help!"

There were terrified screams from the luxurious villa.

With a smile on his face, Stan Phil walked slowly into the villa, turned around and came to the restaurant.

There is an oval dining table in the center of the restaurant, which can accommodate a dozen people.

There were eight sets of cutlery on the table, and eight covered dinners.

It must have been calculated in advance when the homeowner will return home.

Stan Phil sat at the head of the table, picked up a knife and fork and slowly enjoyed the food on the plate.

The screams in the villa gradually stopped.

The agents escorted a group of men, women and children to the restaurant, and many of them had marks of beatings on their faces.

The only thing that caught Stan Phil's attention was a poor little girl who had her calf amputated and was sitting in a wheelchair.

"Who the hell are you?" an older white woman glared.

Judging by her dress and temperament, she should be the hostess of this room.

Stan Phil continued to enjoy the food on the plate, turning a deaf ear to her question.

Seeing this, the woman became even more angry, and her white face turned red.

But as soon as she opened her mouth, the agent pinched her chin and stuffed the tablecloth into a ball into her mouth.

Without all the noise, the food on the plate is delicious.

But it's too boring to eat alone.

Stan Phil turned his head and asked, "Is there any music?"

The old housekeeper quickly said: "There is a phonograph in the living room."

Stan Phil said with satisfaction: "Very good, let's play some music, I like Beethoven."

The butler stood up, and under the surveillance of the agent, he selected the record and started the phonograph.

As the melodious music came, Stan Phil finally showed a satisfied smile.

The experience of enjoying music while eating is simply wonderful.

He put the food into his mouth, and while he was chewing, he also held up a knife and fork to imitate the conductor of the band excitedly.

The huge villa became his one-man show alone, and the others stood watching from the sidelines, uttering their voices in fear.

An hour later, Stan Phil's dinner time finally came to an end.

And his target for tonight finally appeared within the range of telepathy.

…………

It was dark.

A Cadillac slowly drove into the street and stopped smoothly on the side of the road.

The tall and thin Mr. Vice President got out of the car and was accompanied by two agents to the door.

Just as he was about to knock on the door, he heard high-pitched music coming from the room.

Although Mr. Vice President is not proficient in music, he also knows that this is Beethoven's symphony of destiny.

They threw a party tonight because they were an hour late for work?

At this time, Mr. Vice President discovered that the door of the villa was not closed, and there was a gap left.

Pushing open the door suspiciously, the sound of the music became louder.

Mr. Vice President walked into the room and found a suspicious man standing by the gramophone dancing.

Besides him, there was no one on the first floor.

"Who are you?" The vice president was startled and angry.

Stan Phil turned around, stretched out his finger to make a silent gesture to him, and then continued to indulge in the world of music.

This person is not mentally ill, is he?

The vice president frowned and said, "Arrest him!"

The two agents dropped their briefcases, immediately drew their pistols and walked forward.

"Raise your hands, carry them on your back, and lie on the ground."

"Turn off your damn music!"

Stan Phil stopped playing, turned around and frowned dissatisfied.

"Sleep!"

Super powers activated!

The two high-alert agents rolled their eyes and fell straight to the ground, snoring.

"You... who are you?"

Mr. Vice President took a few steps back in horror and almost fell.

Stan Phil ignored him, turned around and continued to immerse himself in the world of music.

He is an avid music lover, especially fond of exciting music.

The climax is approaching, and the emotions are also mobilized. How can I just let it go at this time.

Just like that, a strange scene appeared in the villa.

A man in a white suit stood on the living room floor, closed his eyes, and waved his hands wholeheartedly.

Not far away, a man in a black suit froze in place with a terrified expression.

Mr. Vice President also thought about breaking the door, but he was worried that he would fall to the ground unconscious like the two secret agents.

In this weird atmosphere, the climax of the music ended and entered a slow rhythm.

"Hey……"

Once the rhythm slowed down, Stan Phil was no longer in that mood.

He stepped forward and turned off the phonograph, then wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

After his emotions gradually calmed down, he sat on the sofa and said, "Good evening, Mr. Vice President."

"Hello, Mr. Stanfield!"

Looking at his face, the vice president finally remembered.

This slightly neurotic man is the former head of the New York Drug Enforcement Agency and the first non-commissioned serviceman in history to receive the Medal of Courage.