Selina looked at the round "Shadow Bear" uniform with colorful and tattered fabrics and a huge mouth with fangs on its face, and rubbed her chin: "Don't mention it, this look is quite cute after looking at it for a long time. Pink Bear will definitely like it."
Luke shrugged, "Angel's fighting habits are quite obvious, so he can only use this kind of combat uniform that blurs the boundaries between his body and limbs."
Watching Shadow Bear's windmill charge on the screen, Selina exclaimed in amazement: "You know what, her moves are very interesting, just like a bear."
Luke chuckled: "Or maybe the bear is the real body? Kumamon."
Selina thought about Angel's pectoralis major muscles that could crush rocks, and his hamstrings that could turn people into pieces of paper, and nodded repeatedly: "Indeed."
New Jersey, late at night in the Batcave warehouse.
Frank, who had gotten up from the remote-controlled chair, picked up the new armor again and carefully added a silver coating to its chest. A skull logo completed the upper half.
He thought of Luke's suggestion, hesitated, and abstracted the skull's mandible into four straight fangs.
After finishing the work, he looked at the new logo for a moment and nodded with satisfaction: Now it doesn't look the same anymore.
In another completely isolated room, Angel had just finished taking a shower, came out wrapped in a bath towel, opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of beer.
After taking two gulps, she thought of something, walked to the computer, woke up the screen, and typed the phrase "Shadow Bear" in the search bar.
I clicked the search button, and what came out were… bears in the general sense.
Crossing her legs, she frowned and took another big sip of beer, her right hand unconsciously moving the mouse wheel.
At this moment, a picture with overly bright colors flashed by.
She stopped and looked at the pink armor and the teddy bear on her chest. She then recalled some of Shadow Bear's physical features. Suddenly, the corners of her mouth twitched and her hands tightened.
With two clicks, the mouse shattered and the beer bottle turned into a pool of powder, with foam splashing everywhere, but her palm was not hurt at all.
A cold snort came from the room: "I'm not a child! Bears and such are not cute at all."
…
The next night, Nick Fury stood by the window in the lobby of S.H.I.E.L.D., staring at the marble obelisk standing in the shadows of light and dark not far away.
A voice sounded behind him: "Sir, you need me for something."
Nick Fury turned around, took two steps forward, and summoned a virtual light screen: "Rumlow, do you know this person?"
Rumlow had dark circles under his eyes, obviously he didn't get much rest.
Hearing Nick Fury's words, he stepped forward.
The mode of this virtual light screen can be adjusted, so that when working alone, one can only see the content in a small area in front of the screen.
Nick Fury is using this personal mode now, so he has to get closer to see what is on the light screen.
On the light screen was the image of the man with the silver skull mask reaching out to take off the recorder.
This is not the point. The point is... Rumlow also has a similar metal helmet, which looks at least 60% similar.
Because of this, many members of the Rapid Action Force looked at him strangely that day.
It's unlikely that you would suspect Rumlow and Joker of collusion. No one would be so stupid.
But most people probably have a guess.
Rumlow's face was a little dark and a little stiff: "Sir, I have been thinking about this person for a whole day, and I can't determine his origins. You know, I have many enemies."
God knows why Joker tricked him and deliberately let his accomplice wear a similar mask.
Now everyone is very suspicious that he must have provoked this psychopath, and the other party would take a huge risk to attack.
Not only did he capture two teams of Rumlow's elite men at once, but there were also three people in the other team of agents who had a good relationship with him.
There was no emotion in Nick Fury's one eye. He just looked at him indifferently and hummed, "There are indeed not many people who can cooperate with two people to form twelve agents."
After saying this, he remained silent, holding his chin with his hand as if thinking about something.
Rumlow waited for a long time, and finally became a little impatient: "Sir?"
Nick Fury came back to his senses: "Oh, you're still here. It's okay, go and get busy. By the way, the losses of the rapid reaction force must be replaced as soon as possible. I have a feeling that Joker will not stop here."
Rumlow: "Yes, I'm already selecting..."
"I have already transferred additional personnel from other places." Nick Fury waved his hand and interrupted him. "In order to avoid the situation last night where you were unable to split yourself, the Rapid Action Team will be temporarily divided into Team One and Team Two. You will lead Team One, and Team Two will be led by the first deputy captain."
Rumlow's eyes flickered, but he nodded immediately: "Yes, sir."
Nick Fury waved his hand: "Okay, get to work."
As soon as the voice fell, a staff member not far away suddenly shouted: "Sir, Joker's live broadcast signal has appeared."
Nick Fury and Rumlow were both stunned and quickly separated.
Nick Fury stood at the central control position and could see the situation around him.
Rumlow rushed directly to the passage, holding the intercom of the rapid response force in his hand: "Target J has appeared, everyone go to the apron immediately, and the Quinjet must be ready to take off within three minutes."
The picture shows a dazzling urban night scene.
Almost everyone thinks of one name at the first glance - Brooklyn Bridge.
The double-arched tower with steel cables hanging on it is so famous that even if you are not an American, many people have seen it in countless film and television productions.
However, in film and television works, it and the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco are a pair of "brothers in distress", and both are definitely the two bridges that have been destroyed the most times.
Rumlow's pupils shrank slightly, and he immediately said into the intercom: "Tell the pilot to target the east tower of the Brooklyn Bridge in New York."
In New York, Luke was smiling and waving at the camera: "Hello, this is the third season of Jumanji. Welcome my loyal fans to watch Jumanji again as scheduled."
In the howling cold wind, his voice was not affected at all. It was just like a normal conversation, and it was clearly transmitted to the eyes of everyone in S.H.I.E.L.D.
A group of SHIELD personnel with dark circles under their eyes stared at this guy with fiery eyes, without stopping the work in their hands for a moment.
"He is very close to the New York branch. The branch helicopter can arrive on the scene within three minutes."
"Ground support from branch agents will arrive in five minutes."
"The NYPD has been notified and asked to immediately block the traffic on both sides of the bridge, so that only vehicles can leave but not enter."
Nick Fury said nothing: This joker... is he really crazy
This thought flashed through the director's mind, and he immediately cursed himself as an idiot: This guy is a psychopath, and I have been led astray by him.
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but he never used the ultimate weapon in his hand—Tony Stark was now in Stark Tower.
If this SHIELD consultant is notified, Iron Man will appear at the bridge within a minute at most.
If the young master happens to be next to the armor, then the time will be shortened to less than twenty seconds.