Marvel: Saint Seiya Starting with the Reality Stone

As Mike stood on the road, looking towards the depths of the woods and the Hydra castle atop the hill, the Hydra within the castle had already spotted him.

"Who is this?"

"Facial recognition is in progress."

"We have the results."

"Who?"

"Mike Ametra".

A Hydra agent quickly identified Mike's information using facial recognition technology.

"...Male, 22 years old, from New York, USA. His most recent travel history was yesterday when he purchased a plane ticket to the Czech Republic."

"Yesterday? Czech Republic? When did you arrive?"

"Arrived at the Czech capital airport at 5:00 AM today."

"But now he's here."

"Screw it!"

The squad leader responsible for guarding the perimeter of the Hydra fortress reacted quickly after speaking, his pupils contracting sharply before he involuntarily exclaimed, "Enemy attack! Be on alert!"

Leaving aside how far the airport is from the border, the straight-line distance from the Czech border to here is over 80 kilometers.

Moreover, there are no roads along the way, and Sokovia is currently under complete lockdown, so how could an ordinary person land in the Czech capital at 5 a.m. and then appear here before 8 a.m.

That's impossible.

Unless the other party came here specifically for this purpose.

As the Hydra squad leader thought to himself, he watched the monitor and saw Mike, who had already left the road and was walking towards them, and quickly gave the order.

"notify……"

"Sir, Pietro's signal has been detected."

Quicksilver is back.

Upon hearing this, the Hydra squad leader looked at the surveillance screen again.

into the eye.

into the eye.

A pale blue blur swept in from afar, and then Quicksilver Pietro, carrying a packed breakfast, appeared belatedly on the monitor.

next second.

Quicksilver Pietro watched as Mike crossed the road and walked into the forest ahead. He raised an eyebrow, then held up the packaged breakfast in his hand to the monitor. After placing the breakfast aside, he vanished from the spot with a whoosh.

Mike had now entered what seemed to be a completely untouched forest.

The trees in the forest are so tall that you can hardly see any sunlight while walking inside.

While carefully avoiding the traps buried in the forest floor, Mike gripped a Glock 17 pistol in both hands and made his way as quietly as possible toward the Hydra castle deep in the forest.

As for how he got the Glock 17 pistol, that's none of your business.

The answer is the Reality Gem.

Mike wanted a Glock 17 pistol, so he got a Glock 17 pistol.

Just then.

Mike stopped abruptly as his right foot touched a patch of moss. He looked down and saw a taut, almost invisible tripwire for a landmine, stretched taut in the forest light.

"this one?"

Mike chuckled, lifted his right foot, stepped over the tripwire, and then turned to give it a mocking look.

suddenly!

With a whoosh, the air on the left side seemed to be torn apart by something, and the needles swirled and parted to both sides, making a rustling sound.

Mike's expression tightened, and he quickly looked in the direction from which the sound came.

but--

He saw nothing.

Mike stared at the direction from which the sound had come, and after a while, seemingly confirming that there was no danger, he turned his gaze away.

But just as he was about to lift his foot and walk forward again...

"call out!"

"Thump!"

Mike was struck as if by something invisible; he was sent flying backward, crashing into a large tree before falling heavily onto the wet grass below.

Quicksilver Pietro appears.

His expression was defiant as he looked at Mike, who was getting up on the grass with his hands on the ground: "So, Mrs. Verno? Just got back from Paris? Shouldn't you be bringing Euros with you from Paris? Why are you in US dollars? And you don't seem to know anything about how we Sokovians greet each other. So, who are you, stranger?"

Mike got up from the grass, touched the spot where Pietro had kicked him, and grinned, "Is the way you greet people any different from how I do?"

Quicksilver Pietro smiled and said, "It's good to greet each other when we meet, but we Sokovians never say goodbye. We only say see you soon, because goodbye in Sokovia largely means never seeing each other again."

Mike suddenly understood, listened to Quicksilver Pietro's explanation, and nodded.

"Understood."

"So who are you, stranger?"

"Mike Ametra".

Mike said this, then looked at Quicksilver Pietro and revealed his identity: "From S.H.I.E.L.D., I've been ordered to investigate this fortress that is suspected to be a secret Hydra base."

Quicksilver Pietro was taken aback by this answer.

"S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Yes."

"What kind of organization is this?"

"A good organization."

"Is it beautiful?"

"Our S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters is indeed in Washington, D.C., USA..."

"That's a bad person."

Quicksilver Pietro interrupted Mike: "Anything related to America is bad."

Prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain.

In the minds of Sokovians, anyone or any organization associated with the United States is considered bad.

Mike stared blankly at Quicksilver Pietro.

"I'm here to investigate Hydra. If you're not Hydra, please leave."

"What if I were?"

Quicksilver Pietro asked arrogantly, "What do you plan to do? Kill me, in the name of your America?"

That's all.

Quicksilver Pietro disappeared from the spot once again.

Mike stared at Pietro, who had suddenly vanished before his eyes, his eyes narrowing as if he had seen something incredible. He then gripped the Glock Type-17 and looked around warily.

Quicksilver Pietro's voice rang out from his right: "I'm here."

Mike quickly turned to the right with his gun.

next second.

"Wrong, I'm here."

Just as Mike turned to the right, Pietro appeared on the left and kicked Mike five meters away.

When Mike slammed onto the grass again, got up, looked at Pietro, and instinctively raised his gun to aim at Pietro, he was stunned to find his hands empty.

Quicksilver Pietro, however, laughed.

He held a Glock 17 pistol in his hand, shrugged one shoulder, looked at Mike, and said with a hint of mockery in his tone, "Is this what you're looking for?"

Mike's eyes narrowed, then he remained silent and charged quickly toward Quicksilver Pietro.

Quicksilver Pietro watched as Mike charged towards him, neither dodging nor avoiding him. Just as Mike was about to make contact, he vanished from his spot.

Mike's fist passed through Quicksilver Pietro's afterimage, then he stumbled and fell forward.

With a thud.

As he fell, his forehead struck an exposed rock. With a loud thud, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed unconscious on the grass.

Quicksilver Pietro blinked as he looked at the unconscious Mike.

at the same time.

Several off-road mountain bikes roared as they sped toward this place from a distance.

……