"Someone is following you?"

"Yes."

"Who?"

"I don't know, my intuition told me that the people who followed me this time were very good. Maybe it was not ordinary people, and the FBI was not as good as them." The man who spoke was a white man in his twenties. He was sitting in a coffee shop on the street, drinking milk coffee, and watching around casually while making phone calls.

It seemed that he was not very anxious from his expression. On the contrary, his calmness was very calm, but the person on the other end of the phone felt his horror.

"Is someone better than the FBI, SHIELD?" the person on the other side of the phone guessed.

"I don't know, but it may be, because I've dumped them several times, and in less than three minutes, they quickly found me, even the FBI people couldn't do this." The white man was very confident about his skills, but his opponent was even more terrifying.

"They are following you."

"No doubt, yes." The white man took a sip of milk coffee and had already confirmed that there was a couple at four o'clock in the direction of him. He seemed to be having a happy chat, but his eyes were aiming at him from time to time, and they were tracking him.

At eight o'clock, a middle-aged man looked at his watch from time to time, his face full of anxiety, as if he was waiting for someone, but his body was towards him and could rush towards him in the shortest time.

There is also the direction of three o'clock above my head, which is a fashion store. At the top of the fashion store, a sniper rifle should be aimed at me.

"Damn, I'm already a cage bird, and I can't escape with my wings," he said to the person on the phone.

"Don't worry." The person on the phone comforted him, "You did that thing very simply. They had no evidence to prove that it was you. Even if you were caught in, I can bail you out."

"Of course I know, otherwise I have left the United States now and avoided their pursuit in expensive places like Siberia. What I don't understand is that I'm doing it very cleanly, so why do they still have to monitor me. No one except me, the boss and you know that I did that."

The white man smiled and said something complaining.

"You are suspicious of me." The person on the other end of the phone was a little unhappy.

"Of course I'm not doubting you, I just can't figure out what's going on," the white man said.

"SHIELD has super high technology and all kinds of magical powers. Maybe someone restored the scene and knew it was you who did it, but it doesn't matter, they have no evidence."

"Yes, I know, I know, but do you know my current situation? I have people watching me every 24 hours a day, no matter whether I eat, go shopping, or even when I go to the bathroom. There is a sniper rifle on my head all the time, so I can get rid of the corpse on the street at any time."

He gritted his teeth and cursed, "What do they want to do, these damn guys?"

The white man didn't know that in the McDonald's fast food restaurant about 300 meters away, two famous big names were sitting near the window, observing his movements while discussing.

"Tony, as you said, he was impatient and contacted his boss."

"I knew, Natasha, this type of person values ​​his life more than anyone else. He has a sniper rifle aimed at his head twenty-four hours a day, and he can shoot him at any time to make him corpse on the street. Once a person as sensitive as him knows, he will definitely be restless."

Tony Stark stirred his coffee and smiled at the red-haired hot-haired beauty sitting opposite him in a black tight leather jacket, saying, "But what surprised me was that he had lasted for three days before asking for help from his boss. His patience was even better than I thought."

The red-haired hot beauty Natasha said apologetically: "Sorry, Tony, if I hadn't found Jin, you wouldn't have wasted so much time monitoring this guy."

As the richest superhero, Iron Man is about hundreds of thousands in a second, which is not an exaggeration.

"Natasha, I pay for those guys to make money for me. If I have to come forward in person, I should consider replacing all of these guys, so no need to apologize."

Although there is a Stark Industry, Iron Man Tony Stark was just a playboy before becoming a top superhero and never managed the Stark Group seriously.

Now that he has become a superhero, and his energy is devoted to saving the world, he will not spend all his time running his own company.

Otherwise, Stark Group will expand seven or eight times.

The poisonous widow, who is familiar with Iron Man's temperament, smiled slightly and changed the topic. "We have just traced it up. The boss this guy contacted is Pete Douglas, one of Jin Bing's secretary, but it takes a little time to determine the guy's position. He is very cunning."

"Cunning?" Tony Stark said with a natural expression: "In front of Iron Man, cunning does not work at all, and it is like a clown performing."

In just one sentence, Iron Man's arrogance and confidence are fully visible.

In the fast food restaurant, although the guests who came to eat had already recognized the man as a famous superhero, no one came up to chat with him. Several beautiful girls looked at Iron Man from time to time, but seeing Natasha opposite him was like a ruler, making all women who thought they were beautiful and ashamed of themselves.

"By the way, I heard you caught an invader." Natasha stroked a strand of red hair falling from her forehead to the back of her head, revealing her beautiful face, making more women feel inferior.

"Why did you ask this suddenly?" Tony Stark was a little strange, but he replied, "Yes, the queen bee monitored the invader for a year, and finally showed her feet and was caught by us. It was a boring arrest operation. The guy was like a fool, easily getting into the trap we set up. Now he has been imprisoned in the dark prison. Maybe he will never be able to come out of there in his life."

...

I'm going out soon!

Yan Xiaobei told himself that he was controlling a prison guard and walked towards Prison No. 2. After some inquiry, Yan Xiaobei already knew that the super criminal in Prison No. 2 was...Tes Adam.

Abbreviation, Black Adam.

His power is undoubtedly stronger than the vampire. The reason why he ranks in the second prison is not because of his strength, but because he does not kill like a vampire. He can control lightning. The legendary power comes from Egyptian gods.

He is the opponent of the Fantastic Four and the most harsh enemy.

He has been detained here for five years, and he has never left his prison during this period. Even when the warden arrested Yan Xiaobei, he promised to have a month off in the outside world, he was not moved and stayed quietly in his prison.

Yan Xiaobei felt that as long as such a person could convince him, he would definitely escape.

The second prison where Black Adam is located is located in the northwest corner of the Dark Prison, where there is nothing but Prison 2. The walls of steel are erected around the prison that looks like a university laboratory.

The prison guard No. 33 walked into this prison. Unlike Yan Xiaobei's final prison, Prison No. 2 was arranged like a university laboratory in the movie, with all kinds of precision instruments, and some unreasonable instruments. Black Adam was not detained like Yan Xiaobei, but could walk back and forth in the laboratory freely.

The treatment of two people is from heaven to earth.

Black Adam was a strong man wearing a white coat and holding a test tube in his right hand and shaking it gently. The blue liquid was like a transparent gem, pleasing to the eye. It swayed gently inside the test tube, drawing beautiful arcs after beautiful lines.

Seeing the prison guard No. 33, Black Adam frowned and was a little unhappy. An invisible pressure was released, just like the depression before the storm, the air became heavier. The heart of the prison guard No. 33 was beating violently without Yan Xiaobei's control.

This person is so awesome.

Every word and action can affect the people around you, and you are born leaders.

"Didn't I say that no one is allowed to disturb me except for meal time?" He said coldly, not questioning, but it made the prison guard No. 33 feel that he was suppressed and unable to speak.
Chapter completed!