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Chapter 302
chapter 0165 part 2
"J.A.R.V.I.S., if I'm not mistaken, the height here is two thousand meters!"
Tony Stark looked at the surrounding clouds, then looked at the height beneath his feet...
If it weren't for the Iron Suit's remote camera, he could barely even see Ghost Rider's shadow.
At this height, Ghost Rider could actually throw a rock comparable to an artillery shell.
The Iron Suit that Tony Stark personally built used various types of composite alloy materials. In terms of bulletproof effect, he did not fear even ordinary artillery shells.
But Tony Stark had heard Johnny Blaze talk about hellfire's force in advance.
Being two thousand meters high in the sky, he really didn't want his suit to get contaminated with this troublesome hellfire.
In case the suit had some kind of malfunction, at two thousand meters, even if his suit's shock absorption effect was even better, he would still inevitably be smashed into a pile of ketchup.
At this moment on the wilderness plain, Ghost Rider seemed to think he had found a method to counter this steel bird-man in the sky.
The steel chain long whip in his hand swung, and one after another, the rocks transformed into fiery meteors, hurled towards Tony Stark in the sky.
For a moment, it seemed as if a meteor shower going against the flow was falling above the wilderness.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh...
Tony Stark, piloting the Iron Suit, rapidly darted through the air like a streak of gold and red light.
He simultaneously dodged these crimson red rocks burning with hellfire, fired energy cannons from his hand, and launched missiles from his shoulder and wrist, detonating these crimson red meteors one by one!
Boom boom boom...
In the distance on the interstate highway, cars parked on the roadside one after another. Many travelers successively rolled down their car windows, enjoying the crimson red fireworks in this daytime.
Nick Fury and Phil Coulson, each holding a pair of binoculars, squeezed into the crowd, completely inconspicuous.
As for that drone, it had long since been destroyed by the first batch of fiery meteors when they reached the sky.
"Is it over?"
The crimson red fireworks in the sky were getting fewer and fewer. Phil Coulson subconsciously put down the binoculars in his hand and looked towards the officer beside him.
"Should I go over and take a look!"
Nick Fury, looking at the scorched black tire tracks extending into the wilderness, and some SUVs driving off the highway, preparing to go explore the actual fireworks site, he frowned. "No need to go over. First, call Tony and clarify the situation!"
Just as Phil Coulson took out his mobile phone and prepared to call Tony Stark,
A gold and red steel figure descended from the sky and landed in front of the two of them.
"Whoa"
Looking at Tony Stark, who descended from the sky maintaining a posture of kneeling on one knee.
The crowd of onlookers gathered around on the interstate highway successively picked up their mobile phones and cameras, and started taking pictures of this Iron Man, famous throughout the Federation.
Tony Stark's Iron Suit's faceplate automatically opened, revealing Tony Stark's face with a sexy mustache.
Tony Stark looked at the dense crowd of people. He did not step forward and talk with Nick Fury, but just said to the crowd:
"He refused! His situation is not suitable for joining any organization! We'll talk about the rest back in New York. I still have some matters, I'll be going now!"
After speaking, Tony Stark closed his Iron Suit's faceplate. Disregarding the onlooker travelers taking pictures, two streaks of light blue flames rose up beneath the Iron Suit's feet, taking him soaring into the sky and flying towards the bar's direction.
Nick Fury gave Phil Coulson a look. The two of them also got into the car and left here.
Leaving behind a group of chattering onlooker travelers.
A group of road trippers heatedly discussed Iron Man's purpose.
As well as the recent crimson red fireworks.
In the crowd, an elder wearing a black brass buttoned leather jacket quietly leaned against the car door of a vintage antique car.
His hands, wearing black leather gloves, were propped on a silver cane as he quietly gazed towards the wilderness's direction.
His eyes' pupils shifted erratically. In an instant, his entire eyes turned completely black, pitch black like ink, gleaming with an eerie sheen.
………
Inside the Chevrolet bulletproof sedan, Nick Fury was sitting in the front passenger seat.
He took out a small manual from inside his trench coat pocket, flipped to a page, and drew a large X on Johnny Blaze's name.
Phil Coulson sat up straight, driving his own car, looking straight ahead.
Having removed Ghost Rider from his list of candidates, Nick Fury then stuffed the small manual back inside his trench coat pocket.
"Phil, you have been assisting Agent Hill during this period of time. How is your mission coming along?"
In order to interrogate Crossbones, Nick Fury wanted to utilize a mutant criminal captured by S.H.I.E.L.D., a telepath.
But he was worried that there were also Hydra agents inside the aircraft carrier prison, so the mission Nick Fury issued to Hill was to stealthily extract the telepath from inside the prison without alerting the prison.
However, for several consecutive days, he couldn't contact Hill. This inevitably made Nick Fury a little worried about Hill's safety.
After all, the agents in S.H.I.E.L.D. currently that he could completely trust could truly be counted on ten fingers.
"Officer, we contacted Ray Breslin. He is the designer of that prison of ours, and also a prison security management expert for the National Security Agency! Agent Hill, under the guise of testing prison security, checked into the prison together with this security expert. I believe it won't take long before they can bring that telepath out from inside the prison!"
Phil Coulson was driving the car while answering Nick Fury's questions.
…………
Ray Breslin, the Federation's greatest escape expert, had once successfully escaped from fourteen of the most heavily guarded maximum security prisons within eight years.
His true identity is the Federation's National Security Agency's prison security management expert. Every time a successful escape occurred, it meant that he could find that particular prison's security management loopholes.
Only by finding loopholes can one better patch the loopholes!
"Hiss"
Ray Breslin touched his faintly aching back of the neck, waking up from his grogginess.
Looking at this cramped space before him that only had one bed, Ray Breslin raised his head, looking at the Iron Gate in front of him that had a small food slot.
This was the prison's solitary confinement cell!
What happened?
Didn't he sneak into the prison to assess this prison's security level? How could he be here?
Ray Breslin tried hard recalling the scene before it happened. It was that female agent named Nancy who knocked him out from behind.
Ray Breslin touched his still aching back of the neck, somewhat unable to figure out what exactly was going on.
"Telepath, this is your dinner. This is the solitary confinement cell. You stay put inside for three days, no tricks!"
At this moment, the small window at the bottom of the solitary confinement cell's Iron Gate opened, and a tray was pushed in.
Accompanying the tray, there was also the prison guard's warning sound.
"Telepath?"
Ray Breslin subconsciously touched his own face. Listening to the prison guard's leaving footsteps, he directly rushed to the entrance and picked up the tray.
He casually threw the plain boiled potato and bread slices inside the tray to the side.
Using the reflection of the stainless steel tray, Ray Breslin clearly saw his own face.
The face of an unfamiliar Caucasian young man!
"Shit!"
Ray Breslin cursed angrily, fiercely threw the tray onto the ground, and started banging on the Iron Gate.
It was obvious he had been tricked by that female agent named Nancy!
(end of chapter)
"J.A.R.V.I.S., if I'm not mistaken, the height here is two thousand meters!"
Tony Stark looked at the surrounding clouds, then looked at the height beneath his feet...
If it weren't for the Iron Suit's remote camera, he could barely even see Ghost Rider's shadow.
At this height, Ghost Rider could actually throw a rock comparable to an artillery shell.
The Iron Suit that Tony Stark personally built used various types of composite alloy materials. In terms of bulletproof effect, he did not fear even ordinary artillery shells.
But Tony Stark had heard Johnny Blaze talk about hellfire's force in advance.
Being two thousand meters high in the sky, he really didn't want his suit to get contaminated with this troublesome hellfire.
In case the suit had some kind of malfunction, at two thousand meters, even if his suit's shock absorption effect was even better, he would still inevitably be smashed into a pile of ketchup.
At this moment on the wilderness plain, Ghost Rider seemed to think he had found a method to counter this steel bird-man in the sky.
The steel chain long whip in his hand swung, and one after another, the rocks transformed into fiery meteors, hurled towards Tony Stark in the sky.
For a moment, it seemed as if a meteor shower going against the flow was falling above the wilderness.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh...
Tony Stark, piloting the Iron Suit, rapidly darted through the air like a streak of gold and red light.
He simultaneously dodged these crimson red rocks burning with hellfire, fired energy cannons from his hand, and launched missiles from his shoulder and wrist, detonating these crimson red meteors one by one!
Boom boom boom...
In the distance on the interstate highway, cars parked on the roadside one after another. Many travelers successively rolled down their car windows, enjoying the crimson red fireworks in this daytime.
Nick Fury and Phil Coulson, each holding a pair of binoculars, squeezed into the crowd, completely inconspicuous.
As for that drone, it had long since been destroyed by the first batch of fiery meteors when they reached the sky.
"Is it over?"
The crimson red fireworks in the sky were getting fewer and fewer. Phil Coulson subconsciously put down the binoculars in his hand and looked towards the officer beside him.
"Should I go over and take a look!"
Nick Fury, looking at the scorched black tire tracks extending into the wilderness, and some SUVs driving off the highway, preparing to go explore the actual fireworks site, he frowned. "No need to go over. First, call Tony and clarify the situation!"
Just as Phil Coulson took out his mobile phone and prepared to call Tony Stark,
A gold and red steel figure descended from the sky and landed in front of the two of them.
"Whoa"
Looking at Tony Stark, who descended from the sky maintaining a posture of kneeling on one knee.
The crowd of onlookers gathered around on the interstate highway successively picked up their mobile phones and cameras, and started taking pictures of this Iron Man, famous throughout the Federation.
Tony Stark's Iron Suit's faceplate automatically opened, revealing Tony Stark's face with a sexy mustache.
Tony Stark looked at the dense crowd of people. He did not step forward and talk with Nick Fury, but just said to the crowd:
"He refused! His situation is not suitable for joining any organization! We'll talk about the rest back in New York. I still have some matters, I'll be going now!"
After speaking, Tony Stark closed his Iron Suit's faceplate. Disregarding the onlooker travelers taking pictures, two streaks of light blue flames rose up beneath the Iron Suit's feet, taking him soaring into the sky and flying towards the bar's direction.
Nick Fury gave Phil Coulson a look. The two of them also got into the car and left here.
Leaving behind a group of chattering onlooker travelers.
A group of road trippers heatedly discussed Iron Man's purpose.
As well as the recent crimson red fireworks.
In the crowd, an elder wearing a black brass buttoned leather jacket quietly leaned against the car door of a vintage antique car.
His hands, wearing black leather gloves, were propped on a silver cane as he quietly gazed towards the wilderness's direction.
His eyes' pupils shifted erratically. In an instant, his entire eyes turned completely black, pitch black like ink, gleaming with an eerie sheen.
………
Inside the Chevrolet bulletproof sedan, Nick Fury was sitting in the front passenger seat.
He took out a small manual from inside his trench coat pocket, flipped to a page, and drew a large X on Johnny Blaze's name.
Phil Coulson sat up straight, driving his own car, looking straight ahead.
Having removed Ghost Rider from his list of candidates, Nick Fury then stuffed the small manual back inside his trench coat pocket.
"Phil, you have been assisting Agent Hill during this period of time. How is your mission coming along?"
In order to interrogate Crossbones, Nick Fury wanted to utilize a mutant criminal captured by S.H.I.E.L.D., a telepath.
But he was worried that there were also Hydra agents inside the aircraft carrier prison, so the mission Nick Fury issued to Hill was to stealthily extract the telepath from inside the prison without alerting the prison.
However, for several consecutive days, he couldn't contact Hill. This inevitably made Nick Fury a little worried about Hill's safety.
After all, the agents in S.H.I.E.L.D. currently that he could completely trust could truly be counted on ten fingers.
"Officer, we contacted Ray Breslin. He is the designer of that prison of ours, and also a prison security management expert for the National Security Agency! Agent Hill, under the guise of testing prison security, checked into the prison together with this security expert. I believe it won't take long before they can bring that telepath out from inside the prison!"
Phil Coulson was driving the car while answering Nick Fury's questions.
…………
Ray Breslin, the Federation's greatest escape expert, had once successfully escaped from fourteen of the most heavily guarded maximum security prisons within eight years.
His true identity is the Federation's National Security Agency's prison security management expert. Every time a successful escape occurred, it meant that he could find that particular prison's security management loopholes.
Only by finding loopholes can one better patch the loopholes!
"Hiss"
Ray Breslin touched his faintly aching back of the neck, waking up from his grogginess.
Looking at this cramped space before him that only had one bed, Ray Breslin raised his head, looking at the Iron Gate in front of him that had a small food slot.
This was the prison's solitary confinement cell!
What happened?
Didn't he sneak into the prison to assess this prison's security level? How could he be here?
Ray Breslin tried hard recalling the scene before it happened. It was that female agent named Nancy who knocked him out from behind.
Ray Breslin touched his still aching back of the neck, somewhat unable to figure out what exactly was going on.
"Telepath, this is your dinner. This is the solitary confinement cell. You stay put inside for three days, no tricks!"
At this moment, the small window at the bottom of the solitary confinement cell's Iron Gate opened, and a tray was pushed in.
Accompanying the tray, there was also the prison guard's warning sound.
"Telepath?"
Ray Breslin subconsciously touched his own face. Listening to the prison guard's leaving footsteps, he directly rushed to the entrance and picked up the tray.
He casually threw the plain boiled potato and bread slices inside the tray to the side.
Using the reflection of the stainless steel tray, Ray Breslin clearly saw his own face.
The face of an unfamiliar Caucasian young man!
"Shit!"
Ray Breslin cursed angrily, fiercely threw the tray onto the ground, and started banging on the Iron Gate.
It was obvious he had been tricked by that female agent named Nancy!
(end of chapter)
