books44 Chapter 153 The villain is fooling
Chapter 153 The villain is fooling
Chapter 153 The villain is fooling
"Are you telling a joke? It's a cold joke."
Ivan Vanke looked at the strange man in front of him, said sarcasm, but felt an inexplicable coldness in his heart—the man was so strong that he was almost out of human form.
Even if the other party makes a "look" action, they are completely unaware of where his gaze falls. A keen martial arts master will be aware of the gaze of others, and can counterattack even in sleep. Trained killers and bodyguards It also has the same ability, but when encountering this kind of enemy, even if the other party observes himself upside down, he will not find out his ulterior motives.
Also, this man who calls himself Slade Wilson is about 1.9 meters tall, muscular, and has a large piece of metal armor on his combat uniform. The combined weight is estimated to be about 150 kilograms, but from the door to the During the few steps next to the TV, he did not deliberately slow down his footsteps. He walked like a normal person. Ivan Vanke did not hear his footsteps. He was as quiet as if the soles of his feet were feline flesh. Pads are the same.
Moreover, those metal armors did not swell and make any noise when he was moving. Its structural layout was obviously carefully designed, which not only ensured the protection of Slade Wilson's body, but also did not expose the position due to the noise.
Assassin - An assassin who can turn into a berserker at any time.
This is Ivan Vanke's evaluation of Slade Wilson. The other party's equipment and training are all centered on the hidden figure. Although this guy is a muscular man, Ivan Vanke does not Doubt he would support the weight of his whole body on the tip of one foot like the top ballet dancers.
And once the stealth fails, the thick armor will resist the enemy's attack for him, and the muscles that have been tempered can give him the power to kill all the enemies who find him.
All in all, this man was born to kill.
Ivan Vanke has two tricks in his hands, and it is easy to deal with two ordinary security personnel with his bare hands, and he will not even be injured, but in front of this man, he probably won't be able to survive the second round.
Like playing with some decompression toy, Slade Wilson threw away the mechanical exoskeleton device, looked back at Ivan Vanke and said: "Since you think I'm joking, then continue to think that way, but now My boss is in the conference room and I don't want to keep him waiting too long."
Ivan Vanke didn't say much, followed Slade Wilson out of the room and came to a spacious room.
Different from the spacious and bright residence arranged for him, this place is located underground. Although the ever-bright lamps illuminate everything around, the feeling of darkness and oppression is still lingering, especially the more heavy furnishings in the room. This feeling.
Because there is nothing here except for a few extraordinarily tall high-backed chairs, even the walls and the floor are in the primary color of concrete, and those chairs are directly cut from a whole piece of rock, and there is no cushion, Obviously not comfortable to sit on.
But Ivan Vanke didn't find anyone sitting on these chairs, except that a refrigerator-sized device was placed where the chairs should be placed. This machine was running, but there was no external power supply.
"Just find a chair to sit on!" The machine made a mechanically synthesized voice, and emitted a few tiny blue lights, creating an image of a man who was sitting.
It was a very young person, cold, wise, not swayed by emotions, like... artificial intelligence.
"Ivan Vanke, I am the boss of Consortium B, you can call me David." The young man introduced himself: "I'm sorry for the drastic measures I took before, but this is relatively speaking that allows you to cooperate. the best way."
Ivan Vanke didn't move, not because he rejected David, but simply because he felt that sitting on a stone chair was not as comfortable as standing up. Slade Wilson seemed to know this, leaning on the chair with his arms folded, and No intention of sitting on it.
This gesture made Ivan Vanke realize that this guy nicknamed Death Knell had a high status in Consortium B—by the way, he claimed to be a shareholder of this company.
"What do you need me to do?" Ivan Vanke looked at David's virtual projection and said.
With a wave of David's hand, a design drawing appeared on the virtual screen. Ivan Vanke was very familiar with the above thing. It was the Ark Reactor. This drawing was obviously the most original version, because there was himself in the lower right corner of the drawing. Signatures of father Anton Vanke and Howard Stark.
"We are very aware of the hatred between your father and son and Stark, so it is only appropriate for you to defeat Tony Stark." David said with a smile on his face.
Enduring the other party's very uncomfortable expression, Ivan Vanke sneered: "Could it be that you kidnapped our father and son to the United States, just to help us take revenge?"
"No, no, it's my idea to deal with Tony Stark, but the best person to complete this idea is you father and son, to be precise, you are young and strong." David said with a stiff smile: " At least we have the same goal, don't we?"
Frowning and thinking for a while, Ivan Vanke did not directly agree to David's request, but said: "Can you stop using this fake face, it makes me feel uncomfortable."
Psychology is a very esoteric science, many of which are instincts written into DNA in human evolution, such as the natural fear of snakes, people can instantly find snakes in more than 40 side-by-side photos. protagonist's.
David's face is extremely close to human, with rich expressions, but it lacks something that humans should have, which fully conforms to the uncanny valley theory.
"This is the first time I've heard someone make such a request." David waved his hand, as if turning off some device, and the image that reappeared was not a young face, but a strange man wearing a purple mask.
The mask fit David's face too well, as if it was directly glued to his skin.
Touching his face reminiscently, David said: "I used to be a very good scientist. I was appreciated by someone and secretly developed a super cannon for him, but the hostile element led his team to destroy me. The base made me a wanted man for exposing the fact that I worked for someone, so I had to wear a mask to hide my true identity."
"Then I was in charge of developing some kind of adhesive, and hostile elements found my lab again, and during the battle a whole can of adhesive was poured on top of my head, destroying my face, making this mask the same as my The skin can no longer be separated."
"Perhaps it's the psychological shadow that this incident has brought to me. I've always been reluctant to show my true colors... You were the first one to ask for it."
(End of this chapter)