From American comics to becoming the mastermind behind the scenes

"Star Absorbing Technique"

Ren Woxing spread his five fingers, attracting all the surrounding matter like a black hole.

Under such terrifying suction, Xiao Zi pressed down on his glasses with one hand and made a flower-picking gesture with the other.

"The Flower-Picking Finger Technique!"

A terrifying suction force also appeared in Xiao Zizai's hands.

The two opposing, terrifying suction forces resisted each other and gradually dissipated.

"So strong."

Deadpool, who was being held in Coulson's arms, spoke up, "Quickly, shake my head twice."

"What are you going to do?" Coulson asked.

Deadpool spoke up: "That was a fantastic battle! I must nod in approval!"

Coulson suddenly had a bad feeling: it seemed like he had recruited an extraordinary person into S.H.I.E.L.D.!

In the arena, the battle between Ren Woxing and Xiao Zizai has entered a fierce stage.

Seeing that his techniques were ineffective against Xiao Zizai, Ren Woxing had no choice but to abandon the Star Absorbing Technique and instead use the Cloud Turning Palm to clash with Xiao Zizai.

A series of booming sounds, like the explosion of explosives, rang out.

"Is this still a battle between humans?" Coulson stared wide-eyed at the battle in the arena, completely stunned by the sight.

If S.H.I.E.L.D. and S.M.A.L.D. were to clash head-on, it's likely that Xiao Zizai and Yan Shuangying alone would be enough to raze S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters to the ground!

"I must give the director a full account of the current situation and get the Avengers program started as soon as possible," Coulson thought to himself.

"Xiao Zizai, why are you pressing me so relentlessly? Do you even know what happened in that place?" Ren Woxing, whose Star Absorbing Technique was ineffective, was forced to retreat under Xiao Zizai's onslaught, and was on the verge of defeat.

Ren Woxing gritted his teeth and said hatefully.

Xiao Zizai remained silent, but quickened his pace.

"He's recovered! They've all woken up! You're all going to die!" Ren Woxing roared, his hands striking out to clash with Xiao Zizai.

Rumble!

Ren Woxing retreated several steps, but Xiao Zizai remained unmoved. He gently pushed up his glasses, his scarlet eyes calm and still as he said, "I want to kill you, but my superiors ordered me to capture you alive and bring you back. But I really, really want to kill someone."

"You bastard!" Ren Woxing roared, but his voice trembled slightly, as if he were afraid.

Xiao Zizai exhaled a breath of stale air.

With a soft "whoosh," an arrow pierced the air.

Ren Woxing frowned, kicked a stone, and shot it at the incoming arrow.

The stone and the arrow collided in mid-air, making a crisp sound, followed by a muffled thud.

The arrow shattered instantly, but the arrowhead unfolded using a "subspace" folding technique incomprehensible to ordinary people, transforming into a large net that completely enveloped Ren Woxing.

A flash of lightning, and Ren Woxing groaned, his face flushed red, as he tore the electric fence apart with his bare hands: "A despicable trick, resorting to underhanded tactics!"

The next second, Xiao Ziyi struck out with a palm, and Ren Woxing was immediately sent flying backward and fainted on the ground.

Xiao Zizai pulled out two dragon claw hooks from behind his back and pierced Ren Woxing's collarbone. Then he took out a thumb-sized object and sucked Ren Woxing into it.

"What is this?" Coulson stared in astonishment.

It looks like some kind of space container, or a space folding device?

Is the Sniper Bureau's technology really that advanced?

This is a technology that even Tony Stark hasn't mastered yet. Only Dr. Pym, the brilliant scientist who broke with Tony Stark's father, possessed a similar technology.

But the two are absolutely not the same!

"It looks like it's portable... sob sob."

Deadpool, whose jaw had been dislocated, finally quieted down.

"Could you please, Coulson, help my colleague find a few death row inmates, preferably particularly dangerous ones?"

Coulson was somewhat puzzled by Yan Shuangying's request: "It's a small problem, but what do you need those death row inmates for?"

Yan Shuangying looked at Xiao Zizai, who had put away Ren Woxing, and said with a helpless smile, "My colleague is hungry."

Coulson: "?"

a long time,

Xiao Zizai walked out of the laboratory with a satisfied smile on his face: "Although the taste is so-so, it's better than nothing."

Coulson was speechless. He had witnessed everything that had happened in the lab. Xiao Zizai's methods of torture were truly eye-opening, even making him feel a little sympathy for the murderer who had killed seventeen innocent people: "What kind of psychopath is this?"

Coulson glanced at the laboratory subconsciously, and the thought of the corpses inside, now turned into beef rolls and bone carvings, sent chills down his spine.

"Mr. Xiao Zi..." Coulson originally wanted to get closer to Xiao Zi and get some information out of him.

He wanted to get more information about the Divine Spear Bureau, but remembering what had just happened, he was afraid that it would be very dangerous for Xiao Zizai to stay in America.

With this kind of combat power, there are few in S.H.I.E.L.D. who can stop him.

"Please rest assured, Mr. Coulson," Yan Shuangying explained, "Xiao Zizai is a member of our Sniper Bureau. He would never take a needle or thread from the public, nor would he harm the innocent."

"I understand, I understand."

With Ren Woxing arrested, a huge weight was lifted from Coulson's shoulders. He smiled and said, "Do you have any missions planned? If you're not too busy, would you like me to show you around New York?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zizai pushed up his glasses and said, "I'm afraid that won't work. I've received reliable intelligence that another of our fugitives is also in New York, and he's even more dangerous than Ren Woxing."

As they spoke, Xiao Zizai took out a photograph and handed it to Coulson: "His name is Zhao Guizhen, he's a Taoist priest..."

……

Congressman Smith poured himself a glass of whiskey, added a few ice cubes, swirled the glass, and turned on the television.

With the background noise of the television playing, he walked barefoot on the marble floor.

This seaside villa cost Congressman Smith a lot of money; it was all hard-earned.

Spending money is also a tiring thing.

A congressman died after a minor incident at a Stark Industries press conference.

Everyone who attended the press conference and drank the champagne is now under tight security.

But to Congressman Smith, "a bunch of parasites, worrying about nothing." He downed his whiskey in one gulp.

Congressman Smith turned on the expensive shower system, ready to relax.

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A sound, like static interference from a speaker, suddenly rang out.

It reverberates throughout the vast room, constantly expanding in size.

"Sizzle"

"Sizzle"

Congressman Smith frowned. "What's going on? That salesman said it was state-of-the-art home theater equipment!"

He turned off the shower, dried his sparse hair, and walked towards the reception room.

The images on the television scrolled back and forth between a static screen and a woman dressed in a dark blue theatrical costume.

"What the hell is that?" Congressman Smith frowned and slapped the television.

A loud bang startled Congressman Smith.

Then a melodious and lingering female voice softly rang out:

"My love resides in my heart, while I am heartbroken; only the moon knows my sorrow. Meeting is difficult, parting is easy; now, all is too late for regret?"