Sentinel

Chapter 315

Tennessee, suburban estate.

Under the dark night, this holiday villa standing in the wilderness of the suburbs looks empty and quiet, but in fact it is heavily guarded, like a dragon's pond and a tiger's lair, full of terrible dangers.

The strong and strong security guards hold submachine guns, lead ferocious wolf dogs, and patrol around the perimeter in groups of three, changing shifts every hour. Infrared cameras are everywhere in every corner. The security system is so tight that anyone who wants to sneak in, Neither is easy.

"We searched Stark's mansion, but we didn't find the body. Maybe he was buried under the sea, together with the steel armor."

In the retro-decorated study room, Killian listened to the news from the other end of the phone, his brows gradually furrowed into hills, obviously dissatisfied with this vague answer.

The reason why he cooperated with this group of people at the beginning was because of their secret and extensive channels, as well as their ability to mobilize the powerful energy within the government. Otherwise, in the process of researching the Extremis virus, how could there be so many professional soldiers as experimental subjects? .

Want to hide a terrorist organization in the United States, but also avoid the FBI, CIA, and S.H.I.E.L.D.'s investigations, invade the network of TV stations anytime, anywhere, hijack aircraft, and create multiple bombing attacks... … These are far from being possible with Killian's strength.

You know, since the 911/[-] incident, the United States has paid special attention to homeland security, and even launched the "Prism Project", which monitors a wide range and even obtains top-secret information from any area within the country, and directly enters the central server of Internet companies to mine data, Gather intelligence.

Without the protection and help of internal forces, the Mandarin and the Ten Rings would have been found long ago. How could they use cruise missiles to blow up Tony Stark's villa to the sky, almost killing Iron Man.

"I hope to have a definite answer." Killian said emphatically, "Continue with the original plan and keep in touch."

In fact, he didn't want Tony to die like this in his heart. Thinking of the humiliation he had suffered before, this promising technology upstart was even more eager to defeat Iron Man with his own hands, trample him down, and trample on his dignity—just like Stark Same as I used to do to myself.

Killian hangs up the phone simply. He has been cooperating with the mysterious forces that use the Hydra badge as a symbol for a while, and they know each other somewhat.

After going bankrupt and purchasing the research materials of the Extremis virus from Maya Hansen, Killian devoted himself wholeheartedly to it. Later, for some reason, he came into the sight of Hydra. Successfully applied this technology to the human body.

Although the rejection of the Extremis virus has never been resolved, Killian and Hydra don't care, they can create an invincible super army at any time.

As for the life and death of the loser, who cares?

Killian strode out of the study room, the hall was set up as a place similar to a studio, the lights were shining overhead, the cameraman adjusted the lens, and some people carefully arranged the background of the performance, and the logo of the Ten Rings was branded on the wall, There is a retro carpet under your feet, and next to the antique sandalwood seat, there are two oriental totems cast in copper and iron.

The character setting of Mandalin is an oriental man with the blood of Genghis Khan. His mother is a British aristocrat. His parents died shortly after he was born, and he was raised by his uncle.

So Killian had to make proper preparations, so that the down-and-out actor he found looked like a real leader of a terrorist organization. The legendary mandalin was dangerous and terrifying. Even Iron Man would die in his hands. No one can defy his will.

Dressed in a black gown and wearing ten rings, "The Mandarin," the down-and-out British actor whose real name was Trevor Slattery and who once performed on Broadway, was at the ready.

Like most people who dream of being a star, Trevor is also unknown, and it is difficult to make a big day. The only impression he has made is probably that he played a Russian in CBS TV's "Burning". Cops, though later episodes were cut due to poor pilot performance.

By chance, Killian met this third-rate actor who had no ambitions. Because of the similarity in appearance and image, he decided to let him play the terrorist who made the whole of America fear.

Mandarin!
In fact, the correct way to call this name should be Mandarin, but due to transliteration problems, more Americans like to call it Mandarin.

Since then, the actor Trevor has disappeared, leaving only the leader of the Ten Rings Gang, Mandarin, an evil leader who is ambitious enough to destroy the world.

Two women in cheongsams lifted the hoods of the mandarin, with hooked noses, deep-set eye sockets, bushy beards on the chin, and hair combed into a Chinese-style bun. The gloomy complexion revealed a strong majesty.

This is the leader of the Ten Rings Gang, the evil leader who continues to create terrorist attacks and cast a shadow over a country.

Killian nodded with satisfaction, and then the Hydra would invade the entire east coast, and then directly threatened the White House. What they had to do was to create a huge crisis for this country, just like the Kennedy incident that year, except Get rid of disobedient guys and replace them with your own.

Political games are extremely complicated, full of game struggles and intrigues, but at the same time they are very simple. The premise is that as long as you have the strength to overturn the table, you can jump out of the rules at any time.

This is the condition reached by Killian and Hydra. When the new president and cabinet come to power, the Ten Rings Gang and the Mandarin will be handed over at that time to appease the anger of the people. The super army of the virus and the great prospects shown by AIM, punching Umbrella and kicking Stark Industries are just a piece of cake, a trivial matter.

"Tony, it's a pity you couldn't witness this with your own eyes."

Killian said with great regret, he really wanted to know, what kind of wonderful expression would that proud and arrogant Iron Man see on his face when the business empire built by his family collapsed?
Maybe the other party will kneel down at his feet and beg for mercy.So thought the founder of AIM.

In Switzerland in 1999, New Year's Eve was an eternal pain in his heart. That night on the rooftop completely changed his life.

Killian used to admire Tony Stark so much, he regarded him as the best genius in the world, placed it on the altar, and wished to worship him.

But the other party trampled his dignity under his feet, trampled on him mercilessly, until he was crushed to pieces!
"Master, the prelude to welcome you has already started." Killian walked out of the hall and dialed an encrypted phone. "This country will crawl at your feet, waiting for the true king to return."

His tone was quite excited and filled with incomparable respect. The voice on the other side was hoarse and indifferent, as if he didn't care about Killian's rhetoric.

"Have you completed your revenge?" the cold voice asked.

"Yes. One of the greatest gifts Tony Stark gave me back then was despair."

Perhaps because he was close to success, Killian couldn't help himself, and said with a trembling voice: "In Switzerland, when I stood on the rooftop, for the first 10 minutes, I thought he would come, and then another hour passed ...I really want to take that step and fall from the sky!"

"At that moment, I overlooked the city, no one cared about me, no one even paid attention to me, but you gave me hope to live again."

"As you said, I hid myself and sat behind the scenes as pushers until a mythical figure descended from the sky with a hammer and Asgard appeared. There is no need for us to keep a low profile. The opportunity to stand on the world stage has come!"

"Ambition has blinded your vision. Keep calm, Killian." The voice from the phone revealed a kind of indifference, "You have chosen your own path, and you need to bear the consequences."

"I understand, my lord Mandarin." Killian spoke fluent Chinese.

All stories have prototypes, the Ten Rings Gang, Mandarin, these are not imaginary, fictional fabrications.

After hanging up the phone, Killian raised his hand and glanced at the time, with a sneer on his lips.

　ps: Good night, broken sleep~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)