I'm the Demon King in Marvel

At present, the amount of observation color in Lin Hao's body is not large enough and can only cover a two-kilometer radius.

Although Lin Hao still has the "Chi" from the Dragon Ball world in his body, he has not learned the specific breath sensing techniques. In addition, the energy of "Chi" is unique to the Dragon Ball world. The creatures in the Marvel world may contain another kind of life energy, but it is not "Chi". At least there has been no connection between Uncle Bird and Stan Lee.

Without waiting for long across the street, he looked at me like an ordinary customer and then walked towards the bar.

The bar was crowded and filled with smoke.

The smell of sweat, body odor, stinky feet, cheap perfume, alcohol, cigarettes... countless smells gathered together, and even though Lin Hao was prepared, he still frowned.

I walked to the bar and said to the boss, "Give me a whiskey."

The boss took a second look at the rare Asian face and then went about his business.

The moment Lin Hao walked into the bar, Grant Ward, a level seven agent from the Los Angeles branch of S.H.I.E.L.D., more than ten kilometers away, noticed this Asian man.

"Enlarge the image." Ward instructed the technician sitting in front of the computer.

A new face used by Lin Hao appeared on the screen.

"Search this person's information." Ward continued to order.

It didn't take long before the detailed personal information of this Asian face was found through the information network built by S.H.I.E.L.D.

Ward took a quick look and saw that it was a Korean-American from Arizona. The information on him showed a flight record of him flying to Los Angeles two days ago.

Seeing that everything was normal, Ward no longer cared.

At this time, a woman in a tight leather jacket walked into the duty room. She was not tall and had an Asian face.

"Melinda, if you continue to skip work like this, I really won't be able to explain to the director." Grant Ward looked helpless.

"I told you, I drank too much water and I need to go to the bathroom." Melinda May, known as the "Iron Knight", glared at Ward.

During this period, the two maintained a romantic relationship.

Ordinary office romances are not accepted by the boss, but as agents, especially those who often go out on field missions, they are always on the verge of life and death and no longer care about fleeting romances. The superiors even encourage the agents to keep the relationship internally, and pretend to be husband and wife or lovers when they are out on field missions without any flaws.

"Melinda, we are agents and we have our own stance." Ward advised: "Don't forget, you are American."

"No need to remind me." Melinda May replied coldly.

"Captain Ward, we have been keeping an eye on this bar for several months, and the target person has not shown up." Another agent beside him suggested, "Why not let the 'Pretender' take action and stimulate this line? There may be unexpected gains."

"Have his wounds healed?" Ward inquired.

"Yes." The subordinate nodded.

"What are the results?"

"The best plastic surgeons in the academy will personally perform the surgery to ensure that it is completely consistent."

"What about the accent?"

"Colleagues who are proficient in Chinese have been assessed and there is no problem."

Seeing Ward thinking, his agent continued to persuade him: "According to them, this is just a hidden line. The bar owner may not have met the previous head of the S.H.I.E. Bureau."

"I know you want to make a contribution, and so do I." Ward said with a straight face, "But as an agent, caution is the first rule."

"You can't keep waiting, can you?"

The agents of the Los Angeles branch had bitter faces. They had not taken any other actions for several months and had been ordered to sit back and wait. Everyone from top to bottom was feeling irritated.

What’s even worse is that if they don’t go out on field work, they won’t receive any allowances, and many of them can’t even pay their monthly bank bills with just their fixed salaries.

Americans generally have no habit of saving, and as agents, their daily lives are full of debauchery.

An order from above has kept them on standby for such a long time that many low-level agents are running out of money. They don't care how important it is to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s overall strategy to cut off the tentacles of S.H.I.E.L.D. reaching out to North America. They only know that if they continue like this, the bank will come to collect the debt.

So no matter what the outcome, the agents of the Los Angeles branch are eager to end the operation immediately, even if nothing is gained.

"Just do as you say." Melinda May, who had been silent all this time, suddenly agreed to the Los Angeles branch's plan.

"May!" Ward turned to look at her.

"If the people from the S.H.I.E. Bureau don't come, do you plan to wait here forever?" Melinda spread her hands, "Or do you have a better plan?"

Ward said nothing.

"Since there is none, let the 'Pretender' try." Melinda said decisively: "I am also a Level 7 agent and have the power to decide the action plan."

Upon hearing this, the agents from the Los Angeles branch immediately took action.

They are tired of this kind of waiting.

An hour later, another Asian pushed open the door of the bar.

Lin Hao, who was just drinking and had not communicated with the bar owner, suddenly turned his head and saw the person coming. He immediately showed a meaningful smile: "Interesting."

He looked back at the bar owner, threw down a ten-dollar bill, turned and left, passing by the middle-aged Asian man who had just walked in.

In the spy business, there are both good and bad people.

Who is a human? Who is a ghost?

Who can see clearly until the end?

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Chapter 12 Uncle Tony never considers whether a friend has money or not when making friends

Lin Hao returned to the castle and took a nap with the two blonde beauties.

The next day, the sun rose three poles.

Tony Stark boarded his own car under the protection of "Producer Man" Happy.

"Boss, this is the information you want to look up." Happy, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned around and handed over a tablet.

"The person you want to investigate is named Lin Hao, a Chinese from Singapore. His family is mainly engaged in international transportation. They own five 100,000-ton ships and more than 300 10,000-ton ships. The total tonnage is..."

"Happy, you can't recite as fast as I can read." Tony rolled his eyes at him.

After quickly scanning Lin Hao's information, Tony threw the tablet aside.

He just needed to confirm that Lin Hao's past was traceable and that he didn't appear out of nowhere and deliberately approach him.

As for how much money the other person has... haha, Uncle Tony never cares whether the other person is rich or not when making friends, because none of them is as rich as him anyway.

"Send an invitation to Mr. Lin and invite him to attend the party I'm hosting next week." Tony tasted the sweetness last night. Not only was his fighting power amazing, but he also didn't have the usual feeling of exhaustion after waking up.

Uncle Tony suddenly had a lot of friends.

Tony, who had just opened the car freezer and was about to have a glass of refreshing wine, was suddenly knocked down by the emergency brake.

"Hey!"

Happy rolled down the window and was about to yell when he saw a familiar black man.

After waiting outside the castle for a whole night, Rody walked straight to the back seat of the luxury car and knocked on the window.

Tony got up and sat down, straightened his collar, rolled down the window, and gave his friend a death stare: "If you don't give me a good explanation, I will definitely pour this bottle of brandy into your nostrils."

"You were having fun in there last night, but I was huddled in a military vehicle, exposed to the cold wind all night." Rody pointed at the military Hummer in the distance with a stern face.

"Wow!" Tony exclaimed exaggeratedly, "You can call me, maybe I'll be merciful and ask the organizer to add an invitation."

"Oh my God!" Rhodey also forced out an exaggerated expression, and then rolled his eyes wildly: "So Tony Stark actually has a mobile phone?"

Tony took out the cell phone from his pocket without changing his expression. After turning it on, he found several missed calls, including from Pepper and Obaday. The most missed calls were from his good friend Roddy.

"You have to believe me, this phone keeps shutting itself off." Tony quickly passed the buck: "If you don't believe me, ask Happy."

The "Producer Man" nodded seriously and took the blame thrown by the boss.

Roddy didn't bother to argue and waved to Will Fortson in the distance: "Come here."

As he said this, he opened the door of the luxury car.

Tony's car is big enough to invite a few hot girls to have a party together.

After getting in the car, Roddy told Tony's driver: "Follow the military vehicle in front."

"Hey, man, I haven't started working yet." Tony complained, but was met with a resentful look from his friend.

Thinking about his good friend huddled in a military vehicle, blowing in the wind all night, while he himself was surrounded by girls and galloping on a horse, he raised his hand and stroked his mouth, signaling him to shut up.

Two cars drove one after the other towards the air force base on the southern coast, which is one of the important air force bases deployed by the United States on the west coast.

Tony was an acquaintance in the military and was able to pass the checkpoint simply by using his facial recognition.

When they arrived at the training ground inside the base, Roddy told Will Fortson, "Transform, let Tony see it with his own eyes, and record your data."

Will had heard of this playboy and knew that he was a genius weapons designer. The opportunity to ask him to design weapons for him was not to be missed.

So Will took off his military uniform and transformed into a black panther more than three meters long.

"Very good, I like this magic." Tony walked forward with curiosity and patted Black Panther's muscles.

The "black-white war" that took place on the streets of San Francisco had long spread throughout America. Tony had read the news and did not doubt its authenticity; he was just talking about it out of daily conversation.

"Switch to 'orc' form." Rody continued to give orders.

Will instantly turned into an orc more than two meters tall.

"As you can see, Will can switch freely between the three forms of human, beast, and orc. The beast form can greatly improve his speed and agility, while the orc form can increase his strength and defense..."

Rhodey asked Will to show off his physical fitness in front of Tony, and Tony asked Happy to fetch his portable workbench. Although Tony was not known for his achievements in biology, it did not mean that he did not understand biology, and curiosity about the unknown was a basic quality of a successful scientist.

"The most amazing thing is that there is a powerful energy hidden in his cells." Roddy showed Tony another analysis report and ordered someone to bring a catalyzed black panther hair.

"This is so cool!" Tony looked at the gorgeous hair in the test tube and said in amazement, "It's actually emitting fire."

After reading the test report on this hair, Tony understood: "No wonder you wanted to stop me."

Tony Stark's appearance fee is very high. If it were just the physical fitness that Black Panther just demonstrated, it would not be worth the military's spending. However, a new research report has raised the value of this Black Panther.

"From the data, if Will can fully unleash the energy in his body, his physical indicators will far exceed the records left by Captain America."

"If we can analyze why he got this superpower, or even develop a corresponding serum..."

"Sorry, I'm an arms dealer and not good at biology." Tony shrugged.