Chapter 408 Disaster in New York

In Stark Tower, Tony listened to Natasha Romanoff's explanation: "Almost everyone has lost their connection, and this situation only occurs under one incident."

She leaned on the sofa with a serious look on her face.

"What's the meaning?"

Tony also realized the seriousness of the situation. He didn't think that old guy Fury would let all the agents lose contact.

"That means everyone has infiltrated into some kind of mission." Natasha took a deep breath, obviously not recovering from the shocking turn of events.

"But there's no way Fury wouldn't inform me." She shook her head and revealed the weirdness of the matter.

"And what mission is worthy of all SHIELD agents getting started on?"

While several people were talking, the artificial intelligence Jarvis, who had been diving silently, suddenly said: "Mr. Stark, my security alarm has detected that countless unknown people holding thermal weapons are rapidly approaching here."

"What?"

Tony looked up blankly, holding a thermal weapon and approaching this way?

But Obaday, who coveted his own wealth, is dead. Who else would take action against a billionaire like himself? Moreover, this is a free America. How could anyone be able to carry a large number of thermal weapons?

"Get down!"

The one who reacted faster than Tony was Natasha. She rushed towards Tony and pinned him down, and then in the next second, two missiles roared and hit the bulletproof glass of Stark Tower.

A violent, deafening roar exploded in the ears, and whizzing shrapnel flew and hit every corner of the hall.

"Thank you for your generous gift!"

Tony, who was pinned down by Natasha, raised his head in horror, and then saw several Harrier fighter jets flying past the window slowly floating outside the window, and two machine gun muzzles slowly popped up at the lower end of the cabin.

"Jarvis, armor!"

Tony didn't care to think about why he didn't follow Gino to Asgard as a guest, and he wasn't in the mood to think about it that much now.

Several steel armor kicks sprayed flames and flew towards Tony, loading him into the armor.

"laser weapon!"

Tony raised his arms, and two red high-temperature lasers swept past like deadly heat vision, easily splitting the fighter plane into two and exploding, leaving bright and gorgeous fireworks in the sky, and the heat roared up. Then he rushed into Stark Tower, causing bricks and stones to fly.

"Mazefak!"

The angry Tony cursed under the mask. He obviously did not expect that all the missing S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were not going to save the earth and maintain peace, but instead sent a large number of agents to attack and kill his billionaire.

"Is your director crazy?"

Tony yelled at Natasha who was lying on the ground: "Aren't I just unwilling to join his league of freaks?"

"Is it necessary to send out fighter jets to blow me up?"

Natasha got up from the ground. While checking the bullets in the pistol, he looked warily at the entrance door leading to the living room and said, "There must be something wrong with this. Fury is not such a crazy person."

"I don't care what happens, I was almost killed by him just now!"

Tony's face was dark, his thermal imaging electronic compound eyes swept over, and he said: "Three on the right wall, two on the left wall!"

"There are still a steady stream of reinforcements arriving from all around. To be honest, I feel like we may be going on a killing spree today."

As he spoke, Tony was debugging the equipment in the suit, cursing in his mind what the hell was going on.

All that can be done now is to resist these crazy attacks and find the truth.

At the same time Tony was attacked.

New York City, in a magnificent hall.

Celebrities and dignitaries were strolling around, each wearing a suit and holding a glass of wine, looking like an upper class person.

New York City is beautiful and cruel.

He is arrogant towards the poor, and he is groveling towards the rich.

Beautiful murals are carved around the walls, and luxurious and mysterious chandeliers hang from the ceiling, making the whole room look extremely bright.

Musicians hired with huge sums of money played cheerful and elegant music on their violins.

From time to time, men and women look at each other, and then walk together towards the room on the second floor of the hall.

The so-called celebrity party is actually just a primitive impulse.

Uh-huh! !

The tranquility did not last too long. A whistling bow and arrow broke through the glass, and then landed dutifully in the center of the hall. The ring tied to the arrow instantly bounced away, and wisps of dark green smoke instantly filled the entire place. hall.

The person who breathed in the smoke barely put up any resistance and fell to the ground after just two glances.

"The invasion has been achieved."

Agent Barton, whose eyes were glowing blue, led the brave and capable SHIELD agents through the window.

Behind them, a handsome man in a black suit walked toward an old white man in the crowd with an evil smile on his face.

"No, no, no, what are you going to do!"

When he saw this man with an unusual temperament approaching him, the organizer of the banquet, a wealthy man, suddenly panicked.

"do what?"

Loki, who broke into these banquets, grabbed the man's neck and slammed him onto the cold marble floor.

"I just want to borrow some of your things to complete some things, such as your eyes."

Loki chuckled, he slowly raised his right hand, and the dark green magic energy drilled into the man's eyes like a small snake, and then easily took out the eyeball under his miserable wailing.

"Take it, take away everything I need."

Such a huge movement soon attracted the attention of the local police.

Countless police cars with red and blue lights roared to the scene.

Soon, there was a fierce exchange of fire with the SHIELD agents who were waiting for instructions outside.

Loki looked at this scene indifferently, with a vague mocking smile on his face: "Haha, stupid mortal."

He waved his hand lightly, and then the black suit on his body instantly turned into the prince's dress he wore in Asgard.

He stared at the golden scepter in his hand, his face full of fanaticism: "When I conquer Midgard, father, and Thor, you will know that I am right!"

Still in New York.

Peter, who was finishing his homework, suddenly raised his head.

His spider sense was frantically alarming, and Peter stood up and looked out the window.

He saw that not far away, the tallest building in the center of New York, the Stark Tower, was emitting thick smoke.

Many whistling fighter planes were rushing towards the Stark Tower, and then dropped missiles to set off more violent explosions.

"What's going on?!"

Peter was completely confused. You know, although vicious incidents often occur in New York City, there are no big killers such as fighter planes and missiles to fight!

"I have to go over and take a look"