Starting as the mastermind behind Naruto

Chapter 756 The Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. Who Knocked on the Door for Five Minutes

The world situation is deteriorating rapidly.

Killian was supporting the Mandarin and the Ten Rings in creating terrorist incidents everywhere, and even had the Mandarin record and broadcast a video declaring war on the entire United States.

After Tony Stark declared war on the Mandarin, Naraku Uehara immediately ordered S.H.I.E.L.D. to hand over some of the Mandarin's information to Tony.

This was Uehara Naraku's only support.

Even after sending the email with the information, Uehara Naraku sent a video he recorded himself, urging Tony Stark to focus his attention on important matters.

"Tony, there's no need to worry about those clowns..."

"We are the Avengers. Our primary objective should be to eliminate Hydra. What we should be doing is avenging Director Fury, not focusing on those suicide terrorists. The military will handle this minor problem."

"..."

After watching Uehara Naraku's video, Tony Stark was completely bewildered, and he felt somewhat guilty towards Uehara Naraku...

Because Tony Stark knew that Nick Fury had only faked his death.

To his surprise, Uehara Naraku went around seeking revenge against Hydra to avenge Nick Fury, and even eliminated Alexander Pierce...

If Uehara Naraku knew that Fury had only faked his death...

What will this stubborn and arrogant guy do?

Tony Stark quickly ran out of time to think about what Uehara Naraku would do, because while he was checking the Mandarin's information, a missile suddenly struck his house...

Several armed helicopters flew over and instantly turned Tony Stark's seaside mansion in California into ruins. Tony Stark's fate is unknown!

Nobody expected this...

Tony Stark was actually wiped out by a few armed helicopters!

This terrorist attack had just occurred in California that morning… By evening, newspapers across the United States were filled with news of Tony Stark's death.

The whole world has gone mad.

This matter seems to be beyond dispute.

Since Tony Stark's seaside mansion has been reduced to ruins and Stark Industries' current president, Pepper Potts, has not issued a statement denying the rumors, it seems that everyone has already assumed that Tony Stark has perished.

Many people refused to believe the news. Who would believe that the famous Iron Man would be wiped out by a few terrorist attack helicopters?

Killian, of course, wouldn't believe it either.

Having not seen Tony Stark's body, Killian certainly wouldn't give up, and he sent out many men to hunt him down.

of course.

At least for now, he has the upper hand. Tony Stark doesn't dare to show his face anymore, and he doesn't even know who the real culprit is, only thinking that the Mandarin is behind it.

but…

There will always be someone who knows the truth beforehand.

Florida.

A somewhat desolate-looking manor.

This vast estate is guarded by dozens of armed guards and has a number of hunting dogs to keep the estate safe.

This is the Mandarin's hiding place.

The terrifying videos of the Mandarin that kept appearing on television during this period originated from this manor, which was also Killian's temporary residence.

Two men walked towards us at the entrance of the manor.

The young man at the head of the group was wearing a black leather jacket, while the man with light purple hair behind him wore a white robe with a samurai sword hanging at his waist.

"Hello!"

Armed guards at the manor gate, carrying automatic rifles, approached and blocked their path: "This is private residence..."

Clang!

A crisp whistling sound of a knife flashed by!

As the light purple-haired man drew his blade from his waist, a flash of light appeared, severing the neck of the guard blocking the way, and a head fell directly to the ground…

"What a bunch of clueless humans..."

The light purple-haired man narrowed his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Looks like this place needs a cleanup..."

"Ha, then I'll leave it to you, Gin."

The young man in the black leather jacket chuckled and walked straight toward the manor without stopping, as if he couldn't see the armed guards at all.

No gunshots were ever heard.

The only sound throughout the manor was the crisp clang of blades; a suppressive battle, or rather, a massacre, was quietly unfolding within the manor.

Every armed guard who appeared before them in the manor was killed with a single blow by the light purple-haired man; blood slowly flowed onto the ground, filling the air with the stench of blood…

Inside the monitoring room.

A middle-aged man, munching on bread, stared in terror at the one-sided slaughter unfolding on the manor, his pupils widening involuntarily...

He was terrified.

The man in the monitoring room saw the young man in the black leather jacket walk up to a camera and give it a strange smile.

A glimmer of green light flickered in the young man's eyes.

The middle-aged man in the monitoring room felt his heart clench involuntarily. He frantically reached for the walkie-talkie on the table. This was an unprecedented crisis!

however…

Just as the middle-aged man reached for the walkie-talkie, he was completely unaware that a green light had silently wrapped around him...

The middle-aged man was horrified to see his hands, which looked like the bark of an old man's withered tree. His strength almost instantly collapsed, and he was even too weak to pick up the walkie-talkie!

"This is…"

The middle-aged man stared at his palms in disbelief, clearly feeling time rapidly passing through his body, quickly bringing his life to its end…

The power of the Time Stone…

It's something no ordinary man could resist.

The killings outside the manor had ceased, but no one inside noticed.

The black-haired young man in the leather jacket straightened his jacket, stood smiling in front of the door, and knocked on the door a few times with his fingers.

dong dong dong...

dong dong dong...

The strange knocking didn't seem to attract anyone's attention.

The people in the house were all filming a noisy movie in a studio inside. They were preparing to shoot the latest episode of the Mandarin Duck's scare video, and no one could hear the knocking on the door.

The black-haired young man in the leather jacket and the light purple-haired man standing outside the door were in excellent spirits. If you ignored the bloodshed inside the manor, they would look like polite guests, calmly waiting for the manor owner to receive them.

Inside the photography studio.

Killian, dressed in a white suit, watched the Mandarin's terrifying demeanor in front of the camera, a smile playing on his lips.

This bearded Mandarin is his puppet.

She was also the scapegoat he planned to kill.

According to Killian's plan, this scapegoat, whom he named the Mandarin, has been orchestrating human bomb terrorist attacks that have occurred in the United States and around the world.

In the future, this Mandarin will also take the blame for killing the president.

After watching calmly as the Mandarin's arrogant video was filmed, Killian waved his hand with satisfaction: "Well done, you can leave now..."

"OK, OK!"

The bearded man, who had been arrogant and domineering, nodded, carefully made a hand gesture, and turned to leave with a forced smile.

dong dong dong...

dong dong dong...

After the entire film set fell silent, someone finally heard a knock on the door.

Killian's face darkened with displeasure. He turned to look at a bald young man beside him and whispered, "Go ask those guys outside what's going on..."

Oh shit…

They are terrorists!

If you have something to report, just come and report it directly. Why are you knocking on the door?

The bald young man slowly nodded, a fiery glint appearing on his face. He walked towards the door and pulled it open.

Then he saw the two young men at the door.

And the bodies of the guards lying all over the manor.

Before the bald youth's anger could surface, the young man in the black leather jacket standing at the door smiled and said, "Excuse me, I knocked for five minutes and thought the owner of this house wasn't home... Excuse me, is Aldridge Killian here?"

"Oh, right."

Let me introduce myself.

The young man in the black leather jacket extended his hand to the bald young man in front of him and said in a friendly manner, "I am Uehara Naraku, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D."

Sorry, sorry, sorry!

(End of this chapter)