Chapter 542: A Ghost Named

It is well known that since the Cold War era, the American "Red Allergy" has been incurable. If you want to pull someone down from their position, the fastest way is to frame them for being a communist.

And the Red Allergy has another precursor symptom, which is the "See Everyone as Red Syndrome," belonging to the "Paranoia Lineage" and "Grass and Trees as Soldiers Syndrome."

In modern times, this symptom has lessened a lot and is almost cured, because the root cause of the illness is no longer there. But as the shadow of the root cause once again shrouds this planet, the old illness that hasn't healed for years has relapsed.

"Sir, I think this is really a bit outrageous. No matter what, we can't search Captain America's personal belongings, right?"

A young agent followed his superior, and his superior walked through the corridor with a blank expression. He said, "Don't ask why, just execute the order."

"Not just Captain America, all members of the Avengers organization must undergo secret investigation."

"But haven't we already voted to conduct global cooperation? Why do we still need to conduct internal secret investigations?"

"That so-called Hero Registration Act didn't succeed. The congressmen have no way to understand the information of these superheroes, so they can only check it themselves. Thank their desire to control everything; this is our job."

Turning a corner, the superior pointed to a door next to him and said to the young agent behind him, "Go there, get your equipment, and set off with your team leader."

After the young agent nodded and left, the superior shook his head helplessly, sighed, and said, "If it weren't for the damn S. H. I. E. L. D. taking away most of our manpower, we wouldn't let such inexperienced newcomers go out on field missions."

After speaking, he strode downstairs. After walking into an office, he greeted the figure sitting in the seat and said, "Marc, good afternoon, do you have no field mission today?"

"Hmm, there is one, but I don't quite understand. I have to go protect Stark. Why is that?"

The superior walked to Marc's side, put his arm around his shoulder, and said, "I thought only newcomers would ask such questions. Do you remember our principles?"

Marc sighed and said, "Don't ask why, just ask how to do it... Alright, I'll go now. But seriously, how much longer until I can resign? My mental state is getting worse and worse."

Marc pressed the side of his head with his hand and said, "Just a moment ago, I fainted for a while. After waking up, I still don't know what happened. Can't I take medical retirement?"

The superior comforted him again, then watched him leave the room with his equipment. After he left, the smile on the superior's face faded. He took out a communicator and said to the other side, "He's gone. Go search his items. Don't leave any traces; he's still useful."

On the other side, in Stark Tower, Stark looked at the arriving Marc team and also felt very confused.

He looked Marc up and down and said, "Aren't you that Khonshu believer who went crazy with Shiler that day? Don't tell me you're responsible for the security of this exhibition."

"That's right, it's me." Marc was also impatient. For someone who wanted to retire, all work before retirement was just going through the motions.

Moreover, he felt this was really absurd. Why did he have to come protect Iron Man? What protection did Iron Man need?

But Marc opened his mouth, and it turned into another question: "Why do you want to hold a technology exhibition now?"

Stark scoffed and said, "Someone, in order to retaliate against me, said he only knew how to screw in lightbulbs, and then caused a bunch of trouble, even changing the pattern of the Earth, making them unite."

"Previously, the Solar System Construction Plan hadn't made much progress. He could be considered to have done me a favor, but Stark never owes others favors."

"Now, showing off some advanced technology will help boost the confidence of the newly formed coalition. At the same time, I will use these technologies as rewards. Whoever contributes the most takes them, regardless of country, regardless of stance..."

Stark crossed his arms and said, "Although our goals are consistent, I must prove that only Stark is the backbone of human civilization. Every Stark, in every era, is."

"Alright, I'll take people to go around the exhibition site to eliminate potential hidden dangers. Products must also be checked by me before entering to ensure there are no parts that might bring public safety hazards..."

Marc recited the content of the agent security manual by rote, and Stark listened very impatiently.

But Marc was even more impatient. He was about to retire, yet he had taken on such a thankless and difficult job. Sure enough, his superior just didn't like him and was deliberately making things difficult for him.

After arguing with Stark for a long time, Marc was incredibly annoyed. He could only say, "I'm going to the restroom. We'll confirm the specific details when I get back."

Walking into the restroom, Marc finally couldn't help it. He shook his head hard, turned on the faucet, and wanted to wash his face with cold water to make himself clearer. But the moment he looked up at the mirror, a ferocious expression flashed by.

That was a cold and cruel gaze that didn't belong to him. Marc held onto the edge of the sink and groaned: "No... don't, can't let him come out... help me..."

Khonshu did not respond. Marc held onto the sink, buried his face in the basin, and retched. After he looked up and straightened his waist, what appeared in the mirror was Jake's expressionless face.

Stark was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the scenery outside.

He was also impatient to deal with this group of agents, but he knew that this moment was not a good time to flip out. The opportunity Shiler created was seamless. Whether human civilization could condense and embark on a path of prosperity depended on this one push. It was not the time to cause trouble.

Soon, a figure appeared behind him. Stark didn't react at all, and a huge cross-shaped light formed by crossed double blades struck toward him.

"Bang!

The floor-to-ceiling window at the top of Stark Tower shattered in response. The mecha flew out, and chasing behind him was the bandage-wrapped Moon Knight murderer.

"Marc!

What are you doing?! Are you crazy?!

" Stark roared.

But Marc ignored him completely. He just kept creating huge blade lights with his double blades. Even though it was daytime, the strange light effect belonging to Khonshu could be seen by all of New York.

Soon, the news of the battle between Marc and Iron Man spread to all major departments, and no one knew what had happened.

But soon, information completely beyond their expectations followed one after another.

"Hey, sir, there's bad news. We did find something related to the Soviet Union in Marc's personal belongings. It should be a Soviet medal, but I don't recognize what medal it is."

Marc's superior held the phone, frowned, and said, "I knew it... He was so anxious to resign, it must be because he was afraid we would know his secret!"

He took a deep breath and then said, "Don't act rashly for now. In this sensitive period, the arrest warrant might not be approved. You put the things back in their original place. I'll report to the Council first."

After hanging up the phone, he picked up the phone again to dial. The person answering the phone was a congressman in the meeting room.

Hearing the situation described by the superior, the congressman frowned deeply and said, "I remember you said last time that this agent named Marc disappeared with Shiler for a long time?"

"That's right, and the special abilities they showed before have similarities. Maybe they are both products of Soviet experiments..."

The congressman sighed and said, "Don't move him for now, so as not to stimulate Shiler. Further investigation is needed." ===== CHAPTER 543 =====