Marbury, Los Angeles.
The waves beat against the rocks madly, roaring and charging in the storm, stirring up magnificent waves on the coast.
As for the enemies of dark clouds, strong winds, heavy rain and waves, the white mansion built on the edge of the cliff, although it looks weak and powerless, it remains motionless and calm in the face of the overwhelming murderous aura.
His name is Liberty City, and it’s also where the titular Iron Man was born.
At this moment, the owner of the mansion, Tony Stark, was lying in the observation hall on the top floor, from which he could directly overlook the Pacific Ocean to the west. It was the best viewing platform in the entire Los Angeles.
But on this rainy day, the floor-to-ceiling windows were filled with lightning, thunder, and howling winds, which brought people doubly depression and fear.
Tony Stark doesn't care about any of that.
He lay leisurely on the sofa, with his back to everything, his attention completely focused on the arm armor on his left hand, as if nothing happening in the outside world had anything to do with him.
"Jarvis, the fuel ratio of the modular propulsion device should be optimized. We will always encounter long-distance delivery situations, and I don't want them to fall off halfway."
"Okay, sir. The current ratio is enough for each component to travel across the United States on its own. Once they are combined, they can be powered by a micro reactor. Theoretically, there is enough redundancy. If you are still not satisfied, would you consider a more radical design?"
Jarvis' gentle voice sounded, answering Stark's question thoughtfully.
Stark was very satisfied with this answer. This right-hand man seemed like another him, a guy who always understood what he was thinking and possessed his insights, wisdom, and even personality. In fact, he had recently come up with a preliminary idea to try to design a personality for Jarvis.
"OK, we need radical ideas and conservative style." Stark nodded and took a sip of the red wine beside him. He had not been sleeping well recently and needed the tannins in it.
"Understood sir, but I'm sorry to disturb your sleep. A phone call came in."
"Whose?"
"It's Phil Coulson."
An agent who was not very tall, had a mild personality but was quite reliable immediately came to Stark's mind.
"OK, pick it up."
"Hey, Mr. Stark, I'm sorry to bother you, but there's something the bureau needs to deal with." Coulson said in a calm tone.
"Long time no see, Mr. Coulson, what happened?" Stark had a bad feeling.
"It's about the civilian project that Stark Industries is building in New York. Just now, a group of workers were attacked by unknown creatures."
"Oh, is the situation serious? Maybe I should ask Pepper to issue an emergency plan."
Stark pressed his temple. Of course SHIELD knew about the plan to hunt underground mutant creatures, so they would not come to him for such a commonplace thing.
Something more serious must have happened.
"The situation is serious, sir. Eyewitnesses have confirmed that the unidentified creature is actually a mutated human. Just half an hour ago, he was a worker at the scene."
On the other end of the phone, Coulson's voice sounded very serious.
"Mutants?" Stark sat up straight on the sofa. This was definitely not the news he wanted to hear.
"After being attacked by mutant creatures and infected, his limbs and speed were strengthened, but his sanity was lost, and he showed very obvious behavior of attacking humans."
"So what's his current condition? Has he been dealt with? What about the mutant creature that attacked him?" Stark spoke faster.
"The mutant creature was blown into pieces on the spot by a mysterious man in black. The mutant worker is now missing and may be hiding somewhere."
"Mysterious man?" Stark murmured.
"Yes, I heard it was a masked man in black, but he is missing now, so it is difficult to clarify his relationship with this incident."
"OK, I'll take care of it. Tell Nick to try to smooth things over."
Coulson was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking of what to say, but he finally spoke directly, "Actually, the Director needs an explanation, Mr. Stark."
…
New York, underground.
A faint fluorescent light lit up, dispelling a small part of the darkness and revealing the surrounding environment.
This seems to be a natural cave, dark and damp, full of sharp stones and mud, and emitting a strong fishy smell.
Lynn hunched over, staring at the mark on the ground that lit up and went out, and moved forward carefully.
Among these marks, there were both hand prints and paw prints, from which he could imagine the mutant Jack crawling like a crocodile.
But after walking for a while, these messy handprints and footprints gradually became sparse and regular, and finally only footprints were left.
What does this mean? Has the mutant Jack regained his human instincts
Lin En seemed to be thinking about something as he continued to move forward. Soon he came to a rock crevice. The crevice was extremely narrow and one had to crawl to pass through it, and that too after repeated pushing and shoving.
Mutant Jack must have crawled in from here.
Sure enough, he then saw a few pieces of broken crust under the cracks in the stone, which looked like scaly human skin.
Lynn cast an blasting spell at the crevice, then bent down and stepped over it.
After reaching the other side, he discovered that there was actually an underground river here. Gurgling water flowed through here, winding in the darkness to nowhere.
The footprints disappeared and turned into a gray line that floated downstream.
"Another day of not learning the art well."
Lynn shook his head. The Apparition Spell could track the target all the time, but he couldn't. As he had not prepared in advance, he knew nothing about the spell for going into the water.
If we want to catch the mutant Jack now, we need to use a different method.
"Displacement!"
Lynn took a deep breath and set her sights on the living room of her home.
“Swoosh—”
After a lot of hard work, Lynn succeeded.
He quickly checked every part of his body and found that not a single hair was missing. This time the teleportation was perfect.
Next, he put down his backpack, walked quickly to the study on the second floor, and opened a web page on his desktop computer.
65th subway station, underground river, information, geography, engineering.
He had to find out where this dark river led to as soon as possible and get there before the mutant Jack.
At this moment, the phone screen lit up, and Xiaochong, who had been offline all the time, finally replied to him:
Really? Look at this again.
Below, Xiao Chong also forwarded him a news link.
This subway was evacuated urgently! Is our New York still safe
Uh... well, I didn't expect to be slapped in the face so quickly.
Lin En didn't reply, but instead sent a screenshot of his webpage to Spider-Man.
Help me find this, asap.
Soon, Xiao Chong replied.
Just a simple OK.
It's surprising that the little spiders on the Internet don't seem to be very talkative.