Zhang Ming made a phone call and brought several superheroes from New York to Japan for filming.

With everyone's support, Japan's actions went smoothly, but as a result, New York's security force became depleted, and some thoughtful people began to make moves.

"Tonight is the best time to take action." Miyamoto called Kingpin.

Jin said nonchalantly: "It's up to you. It's the same as what I said before. As long as you get the dragon bone, you can say anything."

"no problem."

Miyamoto hung up the phone and checked the equipment one last time.

He is a genius ninja and one of the best thieves.

Miyamoto was born into a ninja family in Japan. This family is different from the Hand in that it is more hidden and does not participate in world affairs. If it develops normally, he will be the young master's personal guard.

The Miyamoto family has been like this for generations. His father and grandfather dedicated their lives to the young master of that generation. In his generation, the responsibility naturally fell on the shoulders of the eldest son.

But Kojiro Miyamoto is not willing to continue to be a dog.

When he was eighteen years old, he betrayed his family and relied on his years of hard training and ninjutsu to successfully escape from his family and come to the bustling city.

From that day on, Miyamoto began to face the world alone.

He worked as a killer and a mercenary, but in the end, he found that being a thief suited him more and was more challenging.

As a result, he began to help people steal things, gems, information, and even living people. As long as the employer wanted, he could steal it back, and every time he would be paid a lot of money.

In those years, he lived the luxurious life he dreamed of.

Until a month ago, Miyamoto received a letter:

His father was diagnosed with a terminal illness.

The ninja family has strict discipline and always pursues traitors to the end.

The night Miyamoto fled, his father knelt in front of the house all night long. It was raining outside, and he remained motionless. His only request was that for the sake of the Miyamoto family's service for generations, Kojiro Miyamoto should be spared.

In the early morning of the third day, the clan leader agreed to his request.

From that day on, the Miyamoto family and the ninja family broke off their relationship, and both parties owed nothing to each other.

The letter was written by Miyamoto's sister. She quietly asked an acquaintance in the ninja family to deliver the letter to her missing brother.

Because her father is terminally ill and has to pay high medical expenses every day, she hopes that her brother can come back and at least perform his final filial duty.

Miyamoto did not agree to his sister's request.

Rather than go back and die, he chose to make money and make more money so that he could afford the high medical expenses!

My father's health has always been very strong. According to my sister's letter, my father's health has been deteriorating since he left the family. This is more of a psychological factor.

In Miyamoto's view, all this is because of him.

He must take responsibility for this.

"We must get the keel and save my father!"

Shuriken, Sarei, Ninja Sword, Fukiya, Water Spider...

Everything was ready, Miyamoto put on the mask.

Unlike his colleagues from the Naruto world who like to fight head-on, he is more like an orthodox ninja.

From the shadow, to the shadow.

He sneaked into Stark Industries quietly.

It is now three o'clock in the morning, and it is quiet inside Stark Industries. Miyamoto has avoided countless cameras. He lowered his breathing and relied on unique methods and equipment to reduce his body surface temperature to the lowest level.

After nearly an hour of hard work, he successfully entered Tony's private research room without causing any alarm in the process.

Miyamoto would not touch the warehouse where the steel armor was stored. The most sensitive reconnaissance device there was. He rummaged through the workbench. According to the information from previous investigations, Tony Stark was conducting research on the keel here.

"No?"

Miyamoto rummaged very carefully, not missing any corner.

Could it be that Tony Stark took the dragon bone with him before leaving? Miyamoto couldn't help but wonder.

There was another place. Miyamoto remembered that there was a biological laboratory down there, and he decided to go there to try his luck again.

It was already early in the morning, and the lights were still on in Moira's laboratory.

Angela had two dark circles under her eyes and stared blankly at the experimental data. She had to stay in front of the test bench. Once there were any sudden changes in the data, she had to adjust the ingredients of the medicine and make observations.

Record.

"So sleepy...I really want to sleep...Who am I and why am I here..."

Angela was so sleepy that a lifetime of memories appeared before her eyes, like a revolving door before death.

She patted her cheek hard, shook her head, stood up and decided to make a cup of coffee. Moira was still sitting on the other side doing more detailed experiments.

Angela seems to have never seen fatigue on Moira's face. She is like a robot that never gets tired and maintains a high enthusiasm for research all the time.

terrible.

Angela poured two cups of instant coffee and leaned against the water dispenser, waiting for the hot water to fill the cup. She was thinking in her mind: When will Zhang Ming come back? If he is here, she can use his name to sneak out to eat at noon.

Let’s have a meal and take a rest——

Her thoughts stopped suddenly, and a big hand covered Angela's mouth!

Just as she was about to struggle and resist, she felt a biting coldness on her neck.

"Shh-"

English with a Japanese accent came from behind, "I don't want to kill anyone, so, madam, don't force me to do it. Do you understand what I mean?"

Angela nodded.

"Very good, I'll ask you questions."

Miyamoto slowly let go of his hand. He still stood behind Angela, holding the knife firmly against Angela's neck.

"Have you ever seen this black bone?" Miyamoto held up a photo.

Angela nodded, "We are studying it."

Moira took the lead in researching the resurrection potion left by the big boss, hoping to produce a potion with similar effects but without side effects. The dragon bone contains a large amount of life energy, which can also help her research. Before Tony left, Moira asked

He asked for it and tried to analyze its ingredients.

"Take me there and I'll leave after taking the bones. I won't hurt you," Miyamoto said.

"good."

Angela pointed to the coffee cup, which had spilled water all over the floor, "Can I close it first?"

Miyamoto nodded and retracted his ninja sword. At such a close distance, it was impossible for an ordinary researcher to escape his control. Angela took a step forward, turned off the hot water, and picked up the coffee cup——

Suddenly she turned around quickly and threw the coffee cup at Miyamoto!

Stupid woman.

Miyamoto knocked away the coffee cup and let the scalding hot water pour on him. He took out a shuriken, aimed at Angela's calf, waved his hand, and threw it out!

Missed?

Just when the sharp shuriken was about to pierce Angela's slender calf, a silver-white thread suddenly popped out of her wrist and pierced into the wall. The winch on her wrist quickly turned to take her out of danger.

As Angela was the weakest member of their team in terms of combat capability, Zhang Ming asked Tony to design a number of props, including the smaller and lighter hook lock version 2.0.

While still being carried by the hook and flying in the air, Angela shouted: "Jarvis! Start the defense program!"

"Defense procedures have been activated, armed drone teams have been dispatched, and manual security teams are about to arrive."

Angela fell to the ground. She was hurt all over by the fall, but she still gritted her teeth and got up, pulled out a small pistol from behind, and aimed at Kojiro Miyamoto.

"Don't move! A large number of people will come soon. Give up resistance!"

"What an unexpected girl. There are not many women like you in my hometown." Miyamoto walked out of the shadows.

"This is America, Mr. Ninja from Japan." Moira walked over and took off her glasses.

Miyamoto drew his ninja sword and said, "Then I will deal with the problem the American way."

"You can try." Moira pulled out a shotgun from under the table.

Bang——

The huge gunshots echoed in the laboratory, and Angela felt a ringing in her ears.

Miyamoto dodged the bullets like a ghost and threw out the shurikens. Moira hid behind the wall. After dodging the first round of shurikens, she stuck her head out again and launched a fierce shooting.

In the laboratory, there were broken tables, chairs, and documents everywhere.

Miyamoto kicked the gravel on the ground, and the gravel hit Moira's wrist, knocking off the shotgun. Miyamoto immediately grabbed the gap and "slipped" over like a poisonous snake, approaching the gap between the two.

distance.

He smiled. In close combat, he didn't think a researcher could last long.

But tonight, God always arranges surprises for him.
To be continued...