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Originally, he could have quietly parasitized the hatred and accumulated his own strength, and not used the strength openly so soon.

But Ikaris came with bad intentions.

"Since you're here, you might as well stay."

If possible, Dua would be happy to make Ikaris part of his own tribe.

Having a poor man's version of Superman Alien would also give a huge boost to his combat power.

Although it is extremely difficult, he does not have the strength to defeat Ikaris now, and it is difficult for him to find an opportunity to parasitize.

Ikaris will not be as easy to kill as Abomination.

Tear!

Ikaris was finally injured.

His opponent not only has two hands and feet, but also a powerful tail, and the most unexpected, but most terrifying lethal...Naichaoya!

The abomination suddenly spat out its inner nest fangs and tore a piece of flesh from Ikaris' face.

Ikaris' eyes widened and he stroked his bloody face in disbelief, his eyes turning red instantly.

Not only is there extreme anger in my heart, but there is also unprecedented anxiety.

After all, he is not the Superman next door. He will also get hurt, run away, and consider the value of a battle and whether it is worth showing up and taking the risk like he is now.

The most important thing is that Ikaris has no idea where the limit of the Abomination Alien is. The more he fights, the stronger it becomes, which is really detrimental to his mentality.

Ikaris roared angrily and punched the hateful alien in the face. He then rushed out and punched the hateful alien in the head one after another.

The two figures moved at a speed that could easily break the sound barrier. The shock waves generated by their bodies were comparable to bombs, and spread out with ripples visible to the naked eye.

Tanks fired their artillery pieces and a large number of armed helicopters launched missiles.

The losses have been so great that the military will find it difficult to step down if it does not do something.

General Ross stood on a helicopter, looking at the chaotic scene in front of him with blank eyes.

If it was just Abomination vs. Hulk, there would still be a chance to redeem himself, but now? Forget it, he would definitely be sent to a military court.

"Who is this flying guy? Who is he fighting with?" General Ross couldn't hold it in any longer. "Aim at the two of them and fire!"

Ikaris was hit by several shells, and he turned around and swept his eyes across, destroying all the helicopters including the one Ross was riding.

It seemed that General Ross was about to die on the spot.

Iron Man came back and used his back to block the explosion in time. He grabbed Ross with one hand and flew to a tall building at an accelerated speed.

"I don't like you, but it would be a joke if you died here," Tony said.

"Tony Stark! You should have let those two monsters kill me."

"Yes, you are right. This will force the government to deal with those two guys, and your super soldier plan will continue to move forward." Tony said coldly, flew high into the sky, and headed towards the scene.

Honestly speaking, he felt that if he got involved, he would die a miserable death. Mark III couldn't withstand the punches of those two guys, but he had no choice.

At this moment, perhaps by chance, the abominable alien was beaten continuously, its head was cracked, and highly corrosive blood splattered out.

Ikaris' eyes lit up. He was about to kill the other person, according to normal logic, but the next second, he was splashed with strong corrosive liquid on his face, and he let out a wail that was almost like something he could shout out.

Ikaris was stunned. He could feel his face melting!!

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Ikaris let out a shrill howl and covered his face, even though this action caused his hands to be stained with blood and began to melt bit by bit.

Is this a mutant race? ?No, this kind of creature is countless times more terrifying than the mutant race. It becomes even more dangerous after being injured, and can cause even more terrifying damage to him! !

The hateful alien became extremely ferocious, ignoring its rapidly healing injuries, and suddenly stretched out its two giant hands, hugged Ikaris tightly, and hammered him.

Ikaris was knocked through more than a dozen buildings by this terrifying force. He was terrified. Although he still felt that if he continued to fight, he would still be the winner, but facing an enemy whose more seriously injured and dying was, the more likely he was to spray horrible blood and bring him heavy damage, continuing to fight would only be a huge loss!

Ikaris weighed the pros and cons and simply used this inertia to escape!

Escape at all costs!

There is no point in fighting to the death with an enemy that is not even a mutant. Even if that human has extraordinary knowledge and is suspected of knowing a lot of secret information, he doesn't care about such trivial things.

In the end, Ikaris violently smashed the attic on the top of a building, and from bottom to top, he accurately knocked the person who was blocking his way - General Ross, into a strange red mist, which scattered in all directions.

At that time, Ikaris did not even stop, his body bathed in blood, letting strips of flesh mixed with blood dripping straight into the sky under the night sky and disappearing from people's sight.

As for Ross? Sorry, no matter how powerful he is, Ikaris doesn't care about ordinary people like him. He just wants to escape to a safe place and clean up the strong acid that has corroded his bones! !

Tony Stark, who was rushing to the battlefield just a few seconds ago, was silent in the air for a long time, then flew back reluctantly, looking down at the bloodstains and damage on the roof.

"If I say that Ross's death had nothing to do with me, that I didn't put him here on purpose, and that his death was purely an accident, Jarvis, do you think the judges will believe me?"

"It's hard to say, sir. Based on my calculations of your situation, they probably won't believe it, but they don't have any solid evidence."

"Very well, Jarvis, let's make a good confession first, don't say that we have leaked, if they ask us, is it intentional or not-"

For the first time, Tony felt that being a superhero was not an easy job.

The death of a person is troublesome in itself, especially when the person who died had a special identity and died because he deliberately placed the person here...

It's too awful.

Don't get me wrong, Tony is not saying that Ross is miserable. The bad things Ross did behind the scenes are not allowed to be seen in public. After what happened tonight, even if Ross is alive, the best outcome would be life imprisonment.

Tony felt so miserable that he encountered such a thing shortly after his debut.

What happened tonight really taught him a hard lesson. Abomination and Hulk were fine, but the two powerful monsters that appeared afterwards were even more unscrupulous and destructive, and the shock to the hearts of the people was even more exaggerated.

For the first time, people really realized that these superhuman beings were around them, and they could easily create a huge disaster if they fought regardless.

Who can deal with such people, the military’s planes and cannons?

It doesn't seem possible at the moment. High-powered weapons cannot be used anytime and anywhere, and even if they are used, they may not be effective.

Tony turned his attention to the abomination, followed it quickly, and finally landed fifty meters in front of Duva.

The extremely violent and hateful alien's swollen muscles were slowly shrinking at this moment. It was standing quietly beside Duva, without any of the madness and terror it had just shown.

"Pretty, just a sweet little girl, but I guess it has no gender."

Tony flew in front of Duva and spoke while quickly reading all the information about Duva uploaded by Jarvis.

"Tony Stark, nice to meet you on this occasion." Duva said with a kind look on his face.

"You are too happy too soon. There will be more trouble soon." Tony said, "Man, do you know how much commotion these creatures you created have caused around the world?"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 17 Building a Legion Always Has a Good Start

"I know that I was prepared to face this reality long before I chose to take action." Duva looked at Iron Man who was standing in the distance, still on guard.

He could fully imagine that Iron Man had already mobilized all kinds of high-tech weapons in his armor and was ready to attack him at any time.

"So calm? Who do you think you are? A superhero? Or an excellent biologist, or a talented entrepreneur supported by government funding?" Tony's voice came through the armor.

Duva pondered for a moment: "In fact, I do have some experience in entrepreneurship. Look at these outstanding little guys, beautiful and charming, aren't they my best business cards?"

brat?

Tony subconsciously looked at the aliens behind Duva, especially the four-meter-tall abominable alien who remained silent.

He defined Duval as a conceited, annoying person who took full advantage of every opportunity to show off his talents in public.

Proud people sometimes hate their own kind even more.

For a moment, Tony thought of a guy he had met by chance. He seemed to have a bad leg. His name was Guderian. He was said to have extraordinary research results. He was like a peacock courting a mate, desperately spreading his feathers towards him, although in his opinion, this was an extremely ridiculous and childish behavior.

Everyone knows that Tony Stark is a super genius. The number of people who want to curry favor with him every day can fill up all the burger restaurants in New York.

"Only those who lack confidence in themselves will try every means to find a stage to perform and tell others how powerful they are." Tony said, "You and the big guy behind you have caused the second chaos tonight. Someone will cause trouble for you."

"Accountability? I was clearly acting bravely and defeating the mutants who were lurking among the human population and doing all kinds of evil. The cheers from the people are the best reward for me."

Tony felt that the guy in front of him had a really good psychological quality. He was terrifyingly calm, and could compete with him in terms of playing rogue.

What Tony cares more about is the word "mutant".

"Jarvis."

"Sir, after secondary information screening, we have retrieved seven suspicious information documents, but they are all locked without exception and I cannot access them. From a technical analysis, the organizations suspected of holding information about mutants are S.H.I.E.L.D., S.H.I.E.L.D., the Ten Rings, the Brotherhood, and Atlantis..." Jarvis reported faithfully.

Tony's heart skipped a beat. This was just what Jarvis had found out by collecting information from all over the world. What else hadn't he found out?

What exactly are the so-called mutants...a branch of humans similar to mutants or inhumans?

"Well, I have to admit that you succeeded in diverting my attention."

Tonight, he was greatly stimulated. Any one of the guys who attacked him could easily crush him and his armor.

"Your armor is too weak and has too many limitations. It needs to be strengthened. Perhaps different models can be made to deal with different enemies. This is a paid tip. One hundred thousand dollars. Remember to transfer it to my account. No need to thank me."

After Duva left these words, he turned around and left with his alien. He would return to his old nest, located on the edge of New York.

"We must develop Mark IV as soon as possible, or even Mark V or VI. No, or as he said, I can specialize in making different armors..."

Tony asked Jarvis to record and analyze all the information about the aliens, especially the abominable alien.

To deal with such monsters, it doesn't seem to be a bad idea to specially create a set of targeted armor.

"Jarvis, transfer him the money, the amount is... one hundred thousand and one US dollars! The extra dollar is a tip from the charming Mr. Tony Stark. But the price is really not cheap. I could clearly think of it myself, but now I have to pay for it!" Tony complained.

The war that night came to an end.

For most people, it was a dangerous and confusing night. They saw a few monsters jump out and fight, and then it ended in confusion.

The public seems unable to do anything except witness the incompetence of the military, but global public opinion has already exploded, pushing all those with special abilities to the forefront.

As usual, the Internet began to abuse mutants and spread the mutant threat theory. Experts from all walks of life appeared on TV screens one after another, discussing mutants in a serious manner, as if mutants had really done something that aroused the anger of God and man on Broadway.

The whole world was like a huge vortex that had already started to spin. It was obviously only a matter of time before it fell into the abyss of the sea. However, the appearance of Duva was equivalent to giving the whole world and those who could influence the world a hard kick, which accelerated the process.

Duva sat on the shoulder of the abominable alien, under the surveillance of numerous satellites in the sky, and calmly returned to his residence.

The words "Weiland Private Research Institute" are still hanging high. In the past, some people regarded this place as a joke, but from now on it will no longer be the case, no matter how informal the name is.

The death of abomination and the birth of abomination alien, a strength far beyond abomination, cannot but attract people's attention.

Creatures called "Aliens" are also secretly studied and coveted by countless people at all levels.

This creature is amazing. Throughout human history, and throughout the entire earth, there has never been such a creature. It is suspected that it can seize the power of mature individuals for its own use, and become even stronger on this basis?

Duva led the alien team back to the dilapidated building unhindered, and even said hello to the dum-dum bullets in the building next door.

"You will soon not have the opportunity to be as idle as you are now. All kinds of guys will come looking for you." Dumdum was hesitant to speak. Under normal circumstances, he would need to bring Duva back to S.H.I.E.L.D. for brainwashing and training. At worst, he would have to detain him for a long time to prevent Duva from running out and causing social chaos.

But as it stands now, it is very difficult.

When Duval was not as difficult to deal with as he is now, SHIELD did not take him too seriously; but after noticing his talents and the horror of the aliens, it seemed a little late to win him over or take action.

Dewar ignored the dum-dum bullet.

It was inevitable to come to this point. Duva knew clearly that the alien was the one he could absolutely trust, so he naturally had to find ways to seize various opportunities to grow the power he could control.

But organizations like SHIELD will certainly find ways to limit Duval's growth, keep the size of the aliens within a relatively safe and controllable range, or even simply control or kill all the aliens at once, including Duval himself.

This is the most fundamental conflict and there is no possibility of easing it.

"This warrior alien that was born from parasitic hatred is just the beginning. In the future, there will be more powerful aliens like this under my command... I will not stop getting stronger, and similarly, others will not stop just because I stop. In this case, I will just keep going until the end."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 18 Mutant Intelligence

SHIELD attached great importance to Duva, because starting from the next day, the number of people sent by SHIELD to monitor Duva increased tenfold - a total of ten dum-dum bullets with concealed faces took turns to watch in the building next door.

People from various forces kept coming to the door. At least on the surface, they were all polite to Dua and tried to extend an olive branch, but they did not get a positive response from Dua.

Of course, a fierce battle of that intensity took place, and a general was killed on the spot. It was impossible to conceal it. Everyone knew about the alien creatures and realized the value of these biological weapons. Duva's level was therefore infinitely elevated, and he was fully qualified to say no to them.

Well, the fact that Duva didn't kill the people they sent might be an incredible performance in itself, enough to surprise some vicious guys.

"When the Broadway incident happened, the newly appointed Deputy Commissioner George rushed to the scene to comfort the injured citizens and promised the citizens of New York City that he would apply for a special fund from the government to strengthen the police force and prevent this incident from happening again..."

Duva muttered something and then dropped the newspaper in his hand.

The whole article was full of clichés. The only thing that interested him was that George Stacy had actually been promoted. This should be the sugar-coated bullet thrown by the dum-dum guy to shut George's mouth.