Chapter 367

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

"Over there!"

Steve identified the location and pointed to the window of the apartment.

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

After careful scanning, Tony was surprised and said, "there are four living people in the apartment, but they stand still."

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

In the clown organization, the only one who can fix the living in place is Haley Quinn with space superpower.

Although John wicker can also freeze people in place, the four people will certainly not survive in the extremely cold and low temperature.

Steve wondered if the clown organization learned that the traitor was exposed and specially asked Haley Quinn to save the man in advance.

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

Tony suggested, "let's break through the window and sneak in?"

In any case, stark always has only plan a.

Steve shook his head and told his guess.

Unexpectedly, Tony shook his head and said, "you worry too much. The strength of the clown organization is much worse than before. It has been shrinking in Africa for more than three years. Even if they come back today, they will never trouble us. Have you forgotten that Nick Frick left you a good thing? "

Tony refers to the communicator for communication.

Indeed, if the mysterious man who defeated Jason helped, the clown organization would not worry.

But remembering Nick Frey's advice, Steve shook his head and said, "things are not absolute. You should be careful."

"..." Tony was speechless with anger.

The instruments have been detected, and people have disappeared. What else should we be careful about.

It seems that Steve's courage is getting smaller and smaller after being defeated by the clown organization several times.

Just like me!

Tony didn't ask Steve's opinion. Electromagnetic pulse gushed under his feet and broke the glass and rushed into the apartment.

At the moment of landing, the detection system of armor is full of power, and all weapon depots are opened to prevent any possible enemy.

After scanning around, Steve was forced to follow up.

Tony relaxed his vigilance and said with a smile, "look, I said it's all right."

Steve tried to stop talking, but in the end he didn't say anything.

They walked from the bedroom to the living room and saw the four agents holding pistols and looking seriously ahead.

"What happened to them?" Steve asked curiously.

"I don't know." Tony shook his head and reached out to shake in front of several people.

He just scanned four people with the armor's life detection system and found that their vital signs were normal.

No trauma, no internal injury, no enemy, but it's too strange to communicate like a fool.

Tony tried again, and finally stood up and vented: "now that Stanfield has run away, the four of them look like this again, they still transfer the search to the Divine Shield... No, it should be handed over to the FBI now."

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

Just then, one of the four agents trembled slightly and his dull eyes returned to normal.

He turned his eyes and looked at the two steel armor in front of him, with a strange smile on his face.

"Welcome, guys!"

There was a sudden sound behind Tony and stefton. Their hair suddenly began to rise, and a chill ran along their spine to their heads.

Shua!

They immediately turned around and the palm gun began to gather energy.

Boom!

Suddenly, there was a big explosion in the apartment.

The fire, accompanied by the shock wave, devoured everything in the apartment and blew them out.

After the loud noise, the explosion ended and Tony and Steve got up from the ground.

Armour protected them, but the apartment had turned into a sea of fire.

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

The fire went out, and the two entered the apartment again. The four agents had been blown to pieces.

Looking around at the tragedy, they gasped and looked very dignified.

Four s.h.i.e.l.e.l.d. agents were sacrificed, and the valuable things in the apartment were completely destroyed. This operation can only end in a disastrous defeat.

Tony was depressed and went to the balcony outside the apartment.

Steve walked up to him. After a moment of silence, he asked, "what do you think of the agent's behavior just now?"

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

Steve said: "as I guessed, this Stanfield is probably a superpower. He can control these agents like Hydra controlling Bucky. In terms of effect, he should be powerful for several levels."

"Such a powerful person must be a cadre of the clown organization. Jason was willing to put him in the s.h.i.e.l.e.l.d. " Tony smiled bitterly.

"Think about the times we fought with the clown organization. Every time they can get key information, it must be Stanfield who is giving the news. His super ability is perfect for being a spy." Steve analyzed.

"Another top cadre... Some 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.

…………

Stanfield drove all the way downtown.

Remembering the surprised expression when they turned back, they couldn't help laughing.

He buried the remote-controlled explosives, and everything that happened today was in his expectation.

When Stanfield learned that he had been suspended, he realized that the Divine Shield Bureau would soon change.

Although the hydra is ambitious and talented, its core combat power is insufficient. Even if it can make the s.h.i.e.l.l.d. upside down, it can't fight those superheroes.

When the Hydra fell, the identity of his traitor must be revealed. Nick Frey arranged more than two or three people to monitor his eye liner.

Stanfield likes metropolis very much and doesn't want to take refuge in Africa, even if their new base is like a science fiction film.

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

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

…………

Ten minutes later, Stanfield's car stopped in a remote corner.

He is located in an upscale community. The whole street is a large house covering an area of more than 1000 square meters.

This place is very close to the city center. In this place with an inch of land and an inch of gold, it is clear that the identity of the head of household can live in such a luxurious villa.

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

At this time, a suspicious looking strong man passed Stanfield.

Stan walked normally, but the strong man frowned, turned and stared at him.

He is an agent of the secret service. Most of the people walking on this street are agents.

Because those who live in this community are all important figures in American politics.

Stanfield is one of them to visit tonight.

As he walked, he paid attention to the mailbox of the villa. Such a move aroused the suspicion of the agent.

When he found the house number and was ready to step forward and knock on the door.

The agent shouted, "wait a minute!"

Stanfield turned around and saw the agent quickly surround with several colleagues.

They looked up and down and asked, "who are you? Why close to this house? "

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

Stanfield didn't answer and smiled to activate his superpower.

Level 8 telepathy can sense humans with a radius of more than ten kilometers.

They can also drill into their brains, peep into their memories, and briefly manipulate their consciousness.

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

In an instant, their minds were broken by Stanfield, and the whole person was shocked.

A moment later, the agents put down their guard and said respectfully, "sir!"

Stanfield nodded and said, "come with me. There's an urgent task to perform."

Smelling the speech, several agents took out pistols and surrounded him in a defensive formation.

Stanfield went to the villa door, tidied up his suit bow tie and rang the doorbell.

Ding Dong!

"Who?"

Footsteps came from the door.

Squeak ～

The door was opened by a black woman about 40 years old. She looked like a servant of the family.

The maid looked at Stanfield and the ferocious agent behind him and asked, "are you..."

Before she finished, Stanfield took a step to the right to make room.

One of the agents immediately rushed forward and threw the maid to the ground and kept her from making a sound. The other agents rushed in quickly.

"Ah!"

"What are you doing!"

"Help!"

In the luxurious villa, there was a cry of panic.

With a smile on his face, Stanfield 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 more than a dozen people.

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

It must be the time for the owner to go home and prepare in advance.

Stanfield sat at the table, picked up his knife and fork and slowly enjoyed the delicious food on the plate.

The scream in the villa gradually stopped.

Agents escorted a group of men, women and children to the restaurant. Many of them had marks of being beaten on their faces.

The only thing Stanfield noticed was a poor little girl with her leg amputated and sitting in a wheelchair.

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

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

Stanfield continued to enjoy the delicious food on the plate and turned a deaf ear to her questions.

Seeing this, the woman became 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 the noise, the food on the plate became delicious.

But eating alone is too boring.

Stanfield turned and asked, "is there any music?"

The old housekeeper hurriedly said, "there is a phonograph in the living room."

Stanfield said with satisfaction, "good. Let's have some music. I like Beethoven."

The housekeeper stood up and, under the surveillance of the agent, selected the record to start the phonograph.

With the sweet music, Stanfield finally showed a satisfied smile.

It's a wonderful experience to enjoy music while eating.

He put the food into his mouth, chewed it, and held up a knife and fork to excitedly imitate the orchestra conductor.

The huge villa became his one-man monologue, and others stood by and watched, unable to speak out in fear.

An hour later, Stanfield's dinner time was finally over.

And his goal tonight finally appears in the scope of telepathy.

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It was dark.

A Cadillac drove slowly into the street and stopped smoothly on the roadside.

The tall and thin vice president got out of the car and went to the door accompanied by two agents.

Just as he was about to knock on the door, he heard loud music in the room.

Although the vice president is not proficient in music, he also knows that this is Beethoven's symphony of destiny.

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

At this time, the vice president found that the door of the villa was not closed, and a crack was left.

The door was opened in doubt, and the sound of music was louder.

The vice president entered the room and found a suspicious man standing by the phonograph dancing.

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

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

Stanfield turned around, held out his finger, made a silent gesture to him, and then continued to indulge in the world of music.

This man is not a psychopath, is he?

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

The two agents dropped their briefcases and immediately took out their pistols and walked forward.

"Put your hands up, carry your back and lie on the ground."

"Turn off your damn music!"

Stanfield stopped playing, turned around and frowned discontentedly.

"Sleep!"

Super power launch!

The two highly alert agents rolled their eyes, fell to the ground and snored.

"You... Who are you?"

The vice president stepped back in horror and almost fell.

Steinfeld 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 coming and the mood is mobilized. How can you say it at this time.

In this way, 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, the man in a black suit froze in horror.

The vice president also thought about breaking out of the door, but he was worried that he would fall unconscious like two agents.

In this strange atmosphere, the climax of the music ends and enters a slow rhythm.

"Hey..."

Once the rhythm slows down, Stanfield doesn't have that mood.

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

When the mood 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 neurotic man is a former director of the New York Drug Enforcement Bureau and the most famous in history