"Buzz."
A Blackberry phone placed on the low coffee table in the living room vibrated. Fu Qinghai picked it up and saw that it was a text message from Nathan Lemmon, telling Fu Qinghai that raw materials and equipment would be in place starting the day after tomorrow. .
Under the phone was a credit card and some banknotes.
BlackBerry is the first real-life mobile phone brand to appear in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Unexpectedly, it is also available in the Earth-36 universe.
"Um……"
Fu Qinghai put down his mobile phone and slowly lay down on the soft sofa. He looked at the ceiling decorated with exquisite wooden veneer and relaxed.
Now he finally remembered that he still had a plot line mission.
In 2013...related to Hydra...that was probably the plot line of Captain America with a butt and a tender butt.
Fu Qinghai is not in a hurry. In just a few reincarnations, he has discovered that senior reincarnators like Chen Xue and Hu Xian don't care much about the development of plot line tasks and prioritize ensuring their own survival.
As long as you survive, you can slowly earn assimilation points.
Moreover, even a little prince like Fu Qinghai, who has a wide range of interests, has no idea of the plots of many movie series or comics. Many people are blinded as soon as they enter the world of reincarnation. Who is the good guy and who is the villain? If you are not clear about the situation and get involved in the plot line rashly, you may do bad things with good intentions. Not only will you not earn assimilation points, but you will also deflect the plot line to the opposite camp.
Moreover, Fu Qinghai knows that the reincarnation world he is currently in is a main world, which means that there may be reincarnations who have dropped the anchor of the world here a long time ago.
This is also a big variable.
But then again, if you don't work hard to earn assimilation points and strengthen yourself, the chances of surviving the next unknown reincarnation world safely will be greatly reduced.
Fu Qinghai tapped his eyebrows lightly with his fingers.
He provided the formula of the plastic steel alloy to Hammer Industries, which enhanced the villain's strength to a certain extent, but the world of reincarnation did not prompt the achievement of any milestone event.
That means that the world of reincarnation is also very clear. This is not a binary theory of good and evil in black and white. Villains and villains are also independent of each other. Hammer Industries is the villain who opposes Iron Man. It is indeed a villain, but it is not the same as Hydra. Guy's.
At least they are not together now.
Fu Qinghai gradually unfolded this idea.
After the end of World War II and the disappearance of Sodium, the Red Skull and Hydra went into hibernation underground. Unlike Hammer Industries, a multinational company that opened its doors to do business, Hydra, as a secretive underground organization, could hardly do anything casually. Just find their people. If Hydra agents are so easy to find, SHIELD will definitely find them first before the reincarnations.
I am a player in the plot line of the Hydra camp, but now I can't even connect with the organization.
It’s difficult...
Unable to come up with a plan, Fu Qinghai stopped thinking. He stood up, put his credit card and mobile phone in his trouser pocket, and prepared to go out to buy an outfit.
…
At the same time, in the prison where Fu Qinghai and Justin Hammer were once imprisoned.
Trevor Slattery, the drama actor who was imprisoned for pretending to be a Mandarin, is still spitting and telling his legendary experience to his fellow inmates and fans.
A well-dressed young man in a brown suit came to the prison office carrying a camera and a briefcase.
He is a reporter for a television station and has applied to the prison to interview Trevor Slattery.
The prison authorities arranged an office as the interview venue. There were two prison guards and a fervent fan of Trevor Slattery. This black prisoner was Trevor's assistant.
The young reporter set up the camera, adjusted the lens focus, and began to interview this crazy middle-aged drama actor.
Trevor Slattery was just as talkative as he was when facing his prison fans, and he didn't look serious.
The young reporter was not annoyed at all and still asked questions calmly.
Inside the camera, which is blocked by the display screen, a series of complex machine gears translate and rotate, piece by piece of metal parts of different shapes are assembled bit by bit into a pocket pistol.
The young reporter asked the last question:
"You don't understand the history of the Mandarin at all. He was an ancient warlike king who inspired countless people since the Middle Ages. Your performance did not interpret the image of the Mandarin at all. What do you think?"
Trevor Slattery raised his chin and waved his hand nonchalantly:
"Bah bah bah what a king, who cares, man? People will only remember me, Trevor Slattery, the great actor."
The reporter stood up leisurely, adjusted the cuffs of his shirt casually, and said:
"You are right, and for a sin like this you will soon be so miserable that every ring we believe in will leave a hole in you."
On the wrist under the young reporter's cuff, a black tattoo was faintly revealed - ten rings interlocking.
Hearing the reporter's inexplicable words, the two prison guards and a prisoner in the office were stunned.
The assembled pocket pistol in the camera clicked into the young reporter's hand. He picked up the pistol and suddenly turned around and pointed it at several people in the room.
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"
Two prison guards and a prisoner were shot dead on the spot before they had time to react.
Facing this sudden murderous scene, Trevor Slattery was so frightened that he slumped back in his seat and was speechless.
The middle-aged drama actor raised his hands tremblingly and said:
"Don't... don't kill me. I'm just a nobody. I really don't know anything."
The young "reporter" put his gun to Trevor Slattery's head and said calmly:
"I know you are just a nobody, so I won't kill you, but you have to come with me. There is a real big shot who wants to see you."
The young man pulled up a chair and smashed it against the glass window, breaking a whole piece of glass, and then hijacked Trevor Slattery and stepped out of the window.
As soon as the two people took a step forward and stepped on the ground, the scene in front of them suddenly changed.
All the accomplices who were supposed to meet him outside the prison office building were gone.
Before my eyes, the wire fence walls began to fold, the concrete floor began to shrink, the sky turned into a mirror image reflected on the ground, the houses began to rotate like gears, and everything in front of me turned into a constantly interlacing and changing geometry.
Dimensional mirroring.
The young man and Trevor Slattery were both stunned. They had never experienced being pulled into a dimensional mirror space in the past.
In the bizarre dimensional mirror space, there is a tall woman wearing slim sportswear, a black robe and pointed hat floating in mid-air, and a bespectacled woman holding a secret fan with runes outlined in golden and red lines.
He was slowly walking towards the two of them.
A tall woman wearing slim sportswear put her hands in her pockets, stood still, blew a breath in her mouth, blew up the hair hanging down on the side of her face, and said lightly:
"You need to come with us too, Jackson Norris."
Jackson Norris? It turned out that he was not here to find me. Trevor Slattery turned his head and glanced at the young man next to him, feeling secretly relieved.
A young man named Jackson Norris frowned and asked in a deep voice:
"who are you?"
The tall woman said:
"You don't have to worry about who we are. Tell me where the Mandarin is and we can let you live."
Jackson Norris held the gun, looked at the three men warily, and asked:
"What do you want to do with the leader of my family?"
"Since you are his disciple, you should have heard of an ancient Chinese saying, which is called 'Every man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying a jade.' He does not deserve to have the Ten Commandments, it's as simple as that."
The tall woman put her hands in her pockets and raised her chin, showing her arrogance.
Jackson Norris heard this, gritted his teeth, pulled the trigger, and growled:
"Don't even think about it!"
…
Fu Qinghai stepped on the accelerator, and the Hummer H2 roared out of the underground garage exit.
Fu Qinghai pressed down the car window, said hello to a black Chevrolet Suburban that had just started parked on the side of the road, and drove out of the apartment building with a kick of oil on the floor.
Around Sunset Park, across Fifth Avenue, to Eighth Avenue in Brooklyn.
This is the famous Eighth Avenue Chinatown in Brooklyn, also known as Chinatown and Chinatown as the saying goes. Fu Qinghai has no other reason to come here. He just wants to taste what General Tso's Chicken and Li Hongzhang's offal taste like.
Coming out of the Panda Restaurant, Fu Qinghai held a toothpick in his mouth and curled his lips.
It is indeed as unpalatable as the rumors say. The main reason is that the American-style Chinese food in these fast food restaurants has too strong MSG flavor. The taste detection nerve under Fu Qinghai's tongue keeps saying "Monosodium glutamate exceeds the standard."
Instead of walking into a large shopping mall to visit those luxury stores, Fu Qinghai chose to turn into a small alley behind the shopping mall and stop in front of a small store called "Bo Laitang".
It turns out that there is also a clothing store that sells Japanese-style Ami khaki in Chinatown.
Fu Qinghai thought it was quite interesting, so he went in and changed his outfit.
Wearing a large corduroy jacket, a lead gray shirt, heavy work jeans, Martin boots, a black melon sailor hat and a black Casio small square watch as accessories, Fu Qinghai immediately transformed from a sloppy street bum to a meter tall Nine muscular handsome man.
American retro and American khaki are not the same thing. Ami khaki has nothing to do with Americans. It is a clothing culture produced by the Japanese worshiping American culture during the US occupation after World War II. Although it reflects the Japanese people's kneeling and licking of the strong, we have to admit that the Japanese's research The spirit allows many Western imported products to take on new life after entering Japan. For example, Japanese whiskey is also unique in whiskey appreciation around the world.
Fu Qinghai really likes the American military workwear style that was modified by the Japanese. It is simple, rough and cold, but it is more in line with Eastern aesthetics.
Fu Qinghai scratched his head. He had not had a chance to cut his hair since he fell into the wild planet, and his hair was quite long, so he walked into an American Barbershop.
After washing my hair and sitting on the barber chair, Teacher Tony behind me asked:
"Beautiful boy, what kind of haircut do you want?"
"Whatever... well, tie a long, thin braid behind your right ear."
This is the braid required by the Jedi Order for Jedi apprentices. For alien Jedi apprentices without hair, they must also wear canvas braids on their ears or horns as an alternative.
"Okay, do you have any other requirements, such as contouring?"
Teacher Tony's fingers touched both sides of Fu Qinghai's cheek.
Fu Qinghai nodded and said, "Okay, just shave cleanly."
"OK."
…
After some shaving, Fu Qinghai's face was covered with fine white foam. Teacher Tony next to him was holding a small razor and was concentrating on shaving Fu Qinghai.
Generally, barber shops that advertise American retro oil heads will not use electric shavers.
"Boom—"
A sudden loud explosion interrupted the author's introduction, and a series of explosions and crashes came from outside the barber shop.
Pedestrians and shopkeepers screamed in terror and ran desperately in the alley outside the shop.
The barber was stunned when he saw this scene. Fu Qinghai stood up suddenly, picked up a wet towel and wiped the foam off his face, threw down a few large-denomination green bills and rushed out of the barber shop.
Fu Qinghai walked into the alley and took a look. The battle was taking place in mid-air not far above his head.
A woman wearing a blue and black tight-fitting leather jacket, a blue cape, a blue eyepatch on her eyes that looked like she was not wearing one, and short blond hair was surrounded by a ball of blue translucent energy. A giant four-meter-tall robot fights together.
This four-meter-tall humanoid robot has a body made of a large square purple box, with thick humanoid hands and feet made of golden ring-shaped metal. Its head is a small cube. Box, a small square box with a round probe like an eyeball inlaid on it.
The woman in blue floated in mid-air, flying around the giant robot. She turned blue energy into various weapons such as knives, swords, machine guns, and drills made of blue shadows, and kept attacking the robot, beating it to death. Various parts and fragments kept falling off the robot.
In the middle of the giant robot's body was a display screen, on which appeared the face of a fat, white, middle-aged man. This face roared:
"You can't kill me. This is just a body of mine. I also have countless robot legions. You have angered me. I will destroy this place today and flatten this neighborhood!"
Wow!
Fu Qinghai was stunned. Isn't this Dr. Zola?
It takes no effort to get there even if you wear iron shoes.
Amni Zora is the chief scientist of Hydra. He was Hitler's right-hand man during World War II. He is the first human genetic engineer in the history of the earth. He is responsible for the development of various cloned creatures and monsters. He is also proficient in electrical engineering and Automated, consciousness is stored in a machine body after death and thus becomes immortal.
Then take a closer look at the woman in blue who is fighting Dr. Zola. The chest of the tight leather jacket is high... Oh no, it is a black circular logo - two semicircular arcs are connected on both sides of the ring. She wears it on her middle finger. The blue ring he wore was constantly emitting blue energy, and it was dazzlingly blue.
Lantern Ring, the men of the Blue Lantern Corps.
The ones from the DC Universe are also here...
Fu Qinghai was secretly speechless.
The Lantern Corps written by Jeff John is a huge force in the DC universe. Many people are familiar with Green Lantern and the Green Lantern Corps. In fact, there are a total of ten Lantern Corps (not seven) in the entire DC Universe Lantern system. , which are red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, black, white and ultraviolet respectively.
When the Blue Lantern Woman heard Dr. Zola say that she wanted to flatten this neighborhood, she snorted coldly, ducked down and dodged a thick arm that was waving at her, and the blue energy wrapped around her body surged, condensing into a three-meter-long weapon. The shadow of a huge hammer waved the blue hammer in a circle in mid-air, and with a "bang!" the small square head of the robot possessed by Dr. Zola was smashed away.
The square box inlaid with round eyes was smashed and cracked. It drew an arc in the air and fell to the ground with a "pop". It rolled twice and landed at Fu Qinghai's feet.
Fu Qinghai looked down at the metal box, then looked up at the two men fighting not far away.
Without the probe above its head, Dr. Zola's robot's perception seemed to be affected. It waved its arms unsteadily, and was easily dodged by the Blue Lantern in mid-air. The blue hammer in the Blue Lantern Woman's hand struck one after another. The hammer hit the robot so hard that the outer shell of the robot was deformed and parts were scattered everywhere. It was about to fall apart if it couldn't hold on any longer.
No one noticed Fu Qinghai's side.
Fu Qinghai knelt down, picked up the metal square box as big as a flat-screen monitor, covered it with his jacket, turned around quietly, merged into the fleeing crowd, and left.
Fu Qinghai quickly came to the parking lot, put the square box on the passenger seat, sat back in his seat, closed the door, started the car, shifted gears, turned the steering wheel, and kicked the accelerator. The Hummer H2's exhaust pipe let out a roar. The SUV drove away quickly.
Along the way, Fu Qinghai recalled the Blue Lantern Reincarnation he had just met, and couldn't help but curl his lips.
Damn, that’s so unfair.
I worked so hard to become a Brother Astartes and a Jedi Padawan, and yet others turn out to be a member of the Blue Lantern Corps?
From the perspective of the origin of power, the Lantern Corps correspond to nine emotional spectrums (Nine Lantern Corps) and one invisible spectrum (Ultraviolet Corps). The emotional spectrum is the "source" that empowers Perpetua to create the DC multiverse. One of the seven cosmic powers, the entire DC multiverse is composed of seven cosmic powers.
Let’s use a familiar analogy: In the Marvel Cinematic Universe, why is Captain Marvel so strong? Because the source of Captain Marvel's power is the Cosmic Cube, which is the space gem among the six Infinity Stones. The six singularities exploded to create the Marvel Cinematic Universe. These six singularities left some residue after the explosion, which is the six Infinity Stones. Gems, this is the origin-level power of the universe in the Marvel Cinematic Universe.
In other words, after reincarnators become lanterns, they no longer need to rack their brains like Fu Qinghai to think about how to improve and strengthen themselves. The lower limit of lanterns can be very low and weak, and they can be killed by one shot, but the upper limit can also be very high. It's very strong. After all, the emotional spectrum is the power at the origin of the universe.
Of course, the Force, in the Star Wars universe, is also the original power of the universe, but Fu Qinghai's own Force talent is not very high.
Fu Qinghai drove the car to the warehouse area of the harbor terminal, braked suddenly and stopped on the roadside next to the gray experimental building. He jumped out of the car, picked up the metal square box, and went straight to the laboratory.
Although he met Dr. Zola, the chief scientist of Hydra, and finally found clues to Hydra, Fu Qinghai knew in his heart that a battle of that level just now was not something that a naked space warrior like himself could participate in. The reincarnators Already appearing one after another, he needs to arm himself as soon as possible!
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