"Okay! Does anyone want to eat meat skewers?" Uncle Jack grabbed a handful of grilled meat skewers from the oven. The fragrance caused the children to rush over like a hungry wolf.

"Don't grab it, everyone has a share...Hey, Billy! Be careful not to get hot!"

Ruiwen lay on the lawn, stretching his limbs comfortably in the sun, looking at the warm scene, unconsciously showing a smile.

"There is a place that can be called home...it's really good." Eric sat next to her.

However, Raven's smile gradually restrained.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing..." Raven hesitated for a moment, and seemed to decide to say to him, "I'm just not sure if this is the life I should live. I always think that such a choice is a mistake. Let's get so close to you, and these innocent people when that day comes..."

"We will face it together at that time." Eric interrupted her and patted her shoulder with a smile.

A news director interrupted them: "...The police and firefighters have arrived at the scene, and the situation is in chaos. The nineteenth and twenty floors of the building are completely trapped in the sea of ​​fire, and relevant personnel are organizing rescue. When the explosion is said to have occurred, billionaire Tony Stark was being interviewed upstairs for a live broadcast. So far, no trace of Mr. Stark has been found..."

The voice came from the tablet computer that Aunt Alice was holding. She squinted her eyes through her red glasses and stared at the news on the tablet, muttering: "These are getting more and more chaotic these days. I never happened like this in just a few days like now..."

Tony was caught in the explosion again? That's right, the point is the word "re".

"Are you going to have a look?" Ruiwen asked.

"Well...well I'd better go and have a look," Eric said. "Stuck is my friend, and I'm a little worried."

"Then go."

Noting that Eric was about to leave, Aunt Alice shouted, "Oh? Are you leaving now? The skewers have just been grilled."

"Ah sorry, but I just remembered it...I forgot to turn off the gas at home! Sorry, I will definitely come back another day!"

After leaving this sentence, he turned around and ran away like running away.

Aunt Alice shook her head in confusion.

gas?

Coney Island, explosion scene.

The accident happened suddenly, and the crowds watching the building saw it. The red flames tore the nineteenth floor of glass without warning. Twenty layers of glass, slags and Martian women fell like flowers. The thick smoke of fire spread out from the inside of the building in all directions. The scene was quite spectacular.

When Eric arrived at the scene on the 19th floor, the scene had been blocked by police and government personnel. Fortunately, he saw a familiar figure through the blockade line.

"Agent Carter?"

Sharon Carter, who heard his shout, turned around and then gestured to the two black suits in front of the blockade line.

"This kid can come in," she said.

Eric passed through the blockade and came to Sharon. The scene was in a mess. Although the firefighters had basically controlled the fire, there were still flaming flames in the ruins. Psychological smoke was everywhere, the walls were charred and the blood was pasted on the black wall, which looked particularly strange.

"What's going on?" Eric asked with a frown.

"I don't know." Sharon shrugged, "so far we haven't found anything that might be the source of explosion, nor any debris or components of the explosion, as if the high heat temperature and impact were burst out of thin air."

"But that's impossible."

"Of course it's impossible." Sharon said, holding his chin and thinking, "It must be that we missed something... there must be something we didn't expect."

Indeed, something was missing...Eric thought for a moment, but couldn't remember what the part that shouldn't be missing was.

It seems that there are indeed similar plots in my previous life about comics and movies, without the explosion of blasts... but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

He temporarily put down the question and asked, "What about Stark? Have you found him?"

Sharon shook his head regretfully: "We have searched all these two floors. The people we should have found are found, whether they are dead or alive. Only Stark is still missing. We have to assume that this blast was an attack planned by him... You should have seen it when you came in. His armor was still parked downstairs, so he definitely failed to leave the building."

"Someone kidnapped Stark." Eric frowned.

Sharon is right, most of these are targeted attacks. But it doesn't make sense. If you just want to catch Tony, why do you need to do a blast? Will such a big fanfare attracting the attention of so many people help them arrest people?

Or... In fact, the explosion is actually an accident for the kidnapper?

"But this is not the first time," Sharon said again. "Similar accidents have occurred in all parts of the United States in the past two days. terrorist attacks that released ultra-high temperatures instantly, but no blasts were found at the scene. Aegis have basically confirmed that these accidents are interconnected, and something must have been stringed together. Now we are basically sure that Stark may also have some connection with this series of accidents. We called out Stark's call record and found that he had just received a call just a few minutes before the explosion."

"Wait, are you listening to his private phone?"

"To be precise, it's a commercial private phone." Sharon said, "He personally has another phone, and the encryption is more complicated and cannot be monitored... Let's not talk about this for now, listen to the content of this phone."

She played the recording of the phone using the ASCHUN multifunctional communicator she wore.

"Tony? Is it you?" It was a woman's voice.

"Of course, ma'am. But the question now is - who are you? Why would you know my private number?"

"It's me, Maya Hansen, we've seen it before."

"Uh, sorry, I don't have any impression."

"That doesn't matter, what's important is that I need you. Or Iron Man is needed. The situation is very urgent and may rise to a national-level security accident."

"That sounds like it's time to find ASCHE."

"who?"

"Forget it, tell me the address and I'll be there in a while."

The recording ends here.

"Maya Hansen." Eric thought for a moment, and he began to impress the name.

"We also have surveys about this woman, botanists and genetic engineers, which is the address."

"Why tell me this?" Eric asked, "I guess A.D. generally, don't want laymen to intervene in the investigation?"

Sharon sighed: "It's the director's meaning. He thinks you have great abilities. And... if you really want to intervene, I guess it's useless for me to say 'no'."

"That's true, so we're going to partner this time?"

"No, I have other tasks," Sharon said, his eyes glancing in another direction. "This time she is the one who is in charge of investigating, you can act with her."

He was a woman with red hair as red as fire, with delicate and charming facial features, and her impeccable figure was outlined by a black tight leather jacket. However, her beautiful green eyes were clearly revealed with murderous intent that could only be experienced by passing the god of death countless times. She could be said to be a deadly woman with sexy and dangerous combination.
Chapter completed!