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Combat suits are not hard to understand, but if they fit the whole body so well, they need to be professionally customized.

The combat suit on the dark-haired teenager was by no means something that could be done by a small workshop, and Fury narrowed his eyes, but he could clearly see in the footage that there were bullets hitting each other with pinpoint accuracy!

And the other party did not have a thing, even the movement was not affected! Physical quality is certainly important, but the ability of the one-piece combat suit can never be denied!

There were only a few companies in the world that could carry out professional customization.

Stark Industries, Hammer Heavy Industries, and Embraer who had just recently taken over the military's orders.

These three companies represent the pinnacle of the world's armament logistics field.

One of them, Hammer Heavy Industries, had already cooled off, and the bills could be casually rummaged through, and Hammer wasn't so bad as to fake on a combat suit.

Stark Industries, with more incoming shareholders, had a relatively easy time getting order serial numbers.

Only Embraer more tricky, and Embraer good big brother has always been and S.H.I.E.L.D. well water offenses river water, this mouth to check each other's order serial number, even if the explanation is clear ...

Private customized combat uniforms are expensive, otherwise S.H.I.E.L.D. would not have chosen ordinary body armor to equip their own manpower.

Words said so much, can only blame S.H.I.E.L.D. no money. Completely unlike the early days of the establishment, to money money, to people people, to prestige can also rely on the famous heroine of World War II, Peggy Carter, to suppress a few terms of the President.

The head of the combat suit has, and then is the goggles, that thing looks like from time to time there is a stream of light flashes, I guess and the Bureau is working on the combat goggles are similar.

Stark is the authority on this, and he can be approached about subsequent events.

Coulson was the man for the job.

Fury nodded to himself in agreement with the vision in his head, while noticing the black mist on the teenager's hand.

The footage was paused and continually pulled in and zoomed out as a strange, thin, cicada-like glove was presented to the S.H.I.E.L.D. group.

Call it delicate, but it had a hideous aura to it that made Hawkeye cringe straight through the screen.

Say it's hideous, but the gold lines on the edge of the pattern do give the glove a layer of elegance.

How to say, as if the holy thing is tainted, the resulting evil weapon that is the same.

Unfortunately, Fury wasn't a mage, so he wouldn't think so.

Seeing that his boss was silent and kept staring at the black mist glove, Agent B coughed lightly, "Chief, should we go to the scene?"

Fury's furrowed brow soothed and turned his head to look at Agent B, "Then let's go and take a look first, maybe we can get Barton to find some clues too."

The man with the backbow didn't say anything, only nodded his head stiffly, and the black director didn't care, following Agent B, he headed towards the large laboratory.

Another series of verifications, Fury was already a little skeptical, how could the teenager have appeared in there so easily? Could he have followed the shift change and sneaked in with it?

Thinking of the other party's godlike ability, Fury didn't think too much about it.

The instruments were mostly well preserved, except for the frame that stored the Tesseract instrument that was broken alive by the other party.

Fury took a closer look at the black marks of the palms on the frame.

Reaching out to compare them, he frowned deeply.

"Barton!"

The man with the bow stopped his search and came to the black chief.

"You see these palm prints, what's the difference between them and the black man?"

A few seconds passed, "Somewhat smaller."

Fury called to Agent B, "About how tall is the other guy?"

"Probably about 175cm to 178cm."

"Tell someone to get the body proportions. That man in black is probably a first time offender."

"What if he stayed on purpose?" Barton chimed in.

...

Madsan sat on the sofa and yawned, "This Fury is really smart, I didn't realize that I was pitted once by the black mist on the black and gold gloves, this Sacred Armored Centipede King really remembers me even to the day of my death."

"Master, should we proceed with the erasure?"

Madsan leaned his back against the sofa, his body permeated with a lazy aura, "That would be a bit of a cover-up."

Raising his small hands, he looked from side to side

It slowly imprinted on the picture on the screen.

A perfect overlap!

On the other hand, 'Nightmare' had already returned to Embracing Headquarters with "Maniac Three", and there was basically nothing to be resolved, except for Handsome Andre, who was still busy outside.

Tony and Pepper returned to the beach house to continue to coexist, the other side by the way to reveal to Tony 'nightmare', let Tony is a face of confusion!

Tony didn't even have time to take a bite of his favorite burger dinner before scurrying inside the lab.

Seeing Tony like this, Pepper couldn't help but slightly bruise the palm of her hand holding the red wine bottle!

"Jarvis, help me gather information about .... Well ... information about the 'Nightmare'. It's said to be an Embryo creation, which might help you a bit."

"Yes, sir. There isn't a lot of 'Nightmare' footage, except for that battle between you and the Iron Bastard, there's more screenshot material and fan speculation."

Tony sat bolt upright in his chair and scratched his hair, "Well, sort it all out, and if we can search for this night that would be even better!"

Tony was about to say something else when he was distracted by the information in front of him.

"I didn't realize there were people in its gang of fans who were so accomplished in the field of physics." Tony sighed as he began to check out the other side's decomposition chart.

He is not a person who often praises people, can get Tony's recognition, will certainly have a special achievement in a field, enough to see this "fan" deep knowledge.

Tony constructed the model on a flat surface, the nightmare modeling was assembled, up and down, left and right back and forth, frowning.

"Jarvis, have you heard that Embraer is taking a piece of the energy pie lately?"

"No word on that for now, sir. The military logistics will probably be delivered though."

"Fair enough, who let that fool Hammer get sold and help count the money. Can you find out what kind of energy the other side is using? Don't ever tell me that this thing is using diesel fuel for combat."

Tony was in a pretty good mood, and was able to tease a few times about the appearance of an armor like the 'Nightmare', and couldn't tell at all that he was in any kind of worried mood.

Perhaps it also had something to do with the fact that he knew that Embryo and Madoka were inextricably linked.

"Sir, according to the existing energy distribution, the other party is also running an energy reactor for power supply."

Tony stroked his sexy moustache, "How many minutes can an armor that size fight before it runs out of energy?"

"I'm sorry, sir. The exact data is unknown and an estimate cannot be made."

Tony turned his head and continued to look at the screen there, the information about the 'Nightmare' came into view once again. "How about going directly to Ms. Brooks and asking her about it?"

"Sir, it will be dawn in a few moments."

"Almost dawn? Obviously I've only been down for how long ..."

When Tony saw the time, he thought of Pepper who was left by himself in the living room ... His body suddenly stiffened ...

When he returned to the living room, apprehensively, there was nothing but light and then only cold hamburgers.