People set up shop in Marvel, and it just became Doomsday

The two of them switched from walking to running at the same time, and the distance between them began to shrink sharply.

At the same time, a red light seemed to burn the surrounding scene, bringing them to the bridge they had walked together decades ago.

The two fists collided, making a muffled sound.

"Holysh*t?" Sam looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief. The two people who met just punched each other and saw a flash of red light, and then they all disappeared!

Then, before Sam could come to his senses, a faint blue beam suddenly appeared next to him. A strong arm stretched out from it and grabbed Sam tightly into the portal.

"Your name is Sam Wilson, right? Come into the house with me!"

"Hey, what...!" Before Sam could react, Mo An forcibly pulled him in.

After stumbling for a while, Sam found himself entering a very high-tech place, even though he was mediocre in SHIELD before.

"Is this the...Powerpuff Girl you were talking about?"

A person in front of Sam with his back to him turned his head, looked behind Sam and said. He was wearing a pair of goggles, and in front of him was a fantasy blue virtual model.

"Yeah, don't look at his poor appearance now. All he needs is good equipment." After hearing the voice, Sam turned around and happened to see Mo An passing by.

"Let me think about it... The last time I asked you to say that, it seemed like you were in trouble?" Tony said after thinking for a while.

"Don't talk nonsense. He is now the king of Asgard, and he is very majestic." Mo An said with a smile.

Sam shrugged and walked up.

"Ah, really, then his family is really short of talent." Tony looked at Sam at this time, "Are you Blossom, Bubbles, or Buttercup (the names of the three protagonists of The Powerpuff Girls)?"

"My name is Sam Wilson, so what did you bring me here for?" Sam said.

"Served in the 58th Division Airborne Rescue Force, and also participated in the EXO-7 Falcon Project." As he said his name, Jarvis had already placed the information in front of Tony, "With all due respect, the US military's The technology sucks, and if you want to help Steve, you have to give up those ugly wings."

"What happens after you give up?" Sam spread his hands and said, "You know, I can't even run away from him, how can I help him?"

"This is exactly what I came for," Tony said, leading Sam to the right wall of the blue model. The door on the wall slowly opened, revealing a set of sophisticated armor that could cover the whole body.

It is entirely plated with black and gray nanomaterials, which can ensure that air resistance is reduced to the extreme during flight. The simple and streamlined armor covers the whole body. The most eye-catching ones are undoubtedly his helmet and the mechanical wings that are constantly vibrating behind his back. .

The helmet replaced the tactical eyepiece in the Falcon Project and chose a helmet structure similar to Iron Man, except that the visor was fully transparent, giving him a wider field of view.

The wings are made up of feathers like a real falcon. They are extremely flexible and can adjust the size and flying speed of the wings according to the user's discretion, allowing the user to more flexibly travel through more dangerous illusions. If necessary, use a single feather It can even be used as a weapon, which allows Sam to completely say goodbye to the embarrassing situation of flying in the air and only able to hold two micro-shots with insufficient firepower.

"Holysh*t..." Looking at the equipment in front of him that looked like a work of art, Sam was at a loss for words.

And Tony seemed to appreciate his expression very much. Although the tone of his speech was still very calm, he could already hear the pride in it, "I was entrusted by a guy who was so idle but insisted on increasing my workload. For this reason, I canceled 13 important meetings, 9 appointments...well, never mind this, before it appeared in front of you."

"Although this is just a practice for a flash of inspiration that occasionally flashes in my mind, once you put it on, you will know that I am qualified enough to say that your previous suit was a piece of sh*t."

"You might as well call it Falcon, Horus, or Valkyrie, but I have thought of a good name."

"Shadow of Steel."

Sam turned to look at Tony, "Why are you giving me this for no reward?"

"You have to ask the real owner about this, I'm just a coolie." Tony rolled his eyes and gestured to Mo An.

Sam looked at Moan who was leaning back.

"Do you like it?" Mo An said.

"That's not the point." Sam shook his head.

"You must have been there that day. Before I answer your question, can I ask you a question?" Mo An said with a smile.

"Appreciate further details."

"Why do you think I did that that day? Appearing in front of tens of millions of people just for the name of a so-called god?" Mo An slowly poured a glass of wine and said with a smile.

"Isn't it?" Sam frowned and asked.

"You're right, it's true." After taking a sip, Mo An gestured to him: "Would you like a drink?"

"Maybe I will after you answer my questions," Sam said.

"Just like your answer, Sam, this is also my answer." Mo An walked to the window with the wine glass and was already on the railing. "In this world, I can do whatever I want. It's only me who gives you a suit." Just a spur of the moment idea.”

"Hey, your whim kept me awake all night long!" Tony said.

"I see you enjoy it too, Tony." Mo An smiled, "Admit it, what man doesn't like big toys, especially those made by himself?"

"Of course, it's a bit exaggerated to act on a whim. You must have had some exposure to my ability to predict the future. Next, you have a tough battle to fight. Judging from your performance in the past few days, you can go up to the main battlefield. If you die, you can only clear out the miscellaneous soldiers from behind."

"Are you willing?"

Moan looked at Sam with a smile.

Sam was silent for a moment and slowly shook his head.

"That's right. If I say, you may suffer casualties in this battle, and the one with the highest probability is Steve."

"can you accept?"

Sam shook his head.

"Then what if I say that I broke out in this fight to have some fun for myself, but accidentally killed all of you."

"Are you angry?"

Sam looked at him in surprise and nodded.

"Be as angry as you want, Sam. Everything I said above will come true, and wearing this suit only makes you qualified to be killed by me." Moan said with a slow smile.

"Instead, as long as you give up the suit, go home now, sever all ties with superheroes, and go work for Veterans Services, I guarantee you will live out the rest of your life without anyone else. Disturb you."

Sam said with a serious look: "Soldiers never run away from battle."

Mo An nodded. Apparently he had expected his answer. He pointed to the battle suit hanging on the wall, "It's yours."

"Unlock the password, Steel Eagle Ox x Shining."