69novels Chapter 56 Mark is practically a superman
Chapter 56 Mark is practically a superman
I am Jeremy Ward, a very practical pilot.
Because of my outstanding appearance, strong physique, indomitable spirit, keen eyes like a hawk, and the good manners of never urinating or defecating in any public place for many years.
I stood out among a group of pilots and was ultimately selected by a mysterious bigwig to participate in this top-secret mission.
In this operation, I will need to pilot the fighter jet alone to shoot down the target.
My operation went smoothly.
The target was successfully shot down, but the mysterious boss was very dissatisfied with me.
Because I didn't kill those guys who were parachuting.
Therefore, I must make up for my mistake.
But I made another mistake.
No, this is not a mistake.
"No, no, no, Shit, sir, I was ambushed by a mutant. He has wings and is using a dragon-shaped weapon to destroy the projectiles I fired."
In the driver's seat, Jerry watched helplessly as the strange object collided with the cannonball, and raging flames spread wildly through the air.
With his line of sight obstructed and his target lost, Jerry could only steer his fighter jet into the air, circle around, and then search for a target on the ground again.
"Boom~~"
Fighter jets roared in the sky, and Jerry, recalling the scene just now, couldn't help but feel lingering fear.
"Jerry, how's it going?"
At that moment, a shout came through the communicator.
Jerry let out a breath. "Sir, it's a mutant who can fly."
Are you confident you can complete the mission?
"Of course, sir. I am Jeremy Wald, the best pilot, and I am very familiar with this new fighter jet. I have absolute confidence in taking down these guys."
As soon as Jerry finished speaking, the fighter jets suddenly sounded an alarm.
"Warning! Warning! Fighter jet damaged, power reduced by 10%..."
As red exclamation marks flashed wildly on the cockpit screen, Jerry felt the fighter jet shudder; he was losing absolute control of it.
"Oh shit, what happened?"
Jerry was sweating profusely as he tried repeatedly to regain control of the fighter jet, only to be startled awake by the alarm.
"Warning! Fighter jet damaged by 30%, power reduced by 50%, eject immediately!"
"Jeremy Ward, what happened? Answer me now!!"
"Sir, I've been ambushed, I need to parachute out immediately..."
"Bang!!"
Before Jerry could finish speaking, the cockpit seat suddenly ejected, and Jerry, launched high into the air, pulled the parachute lines, and the huge parachute glided continuously in the gale.
Hundreds of meters below him, the damaged fighter jet completely lost power, flipping and hurtling across the desert.
As the fighter jet flipped, Jerry, with his eagle-like eyesight, finally saw the huge sword mark on the bottom of the jet.
"Holy crap, this is a fuselage made of Stark Industries' latest alloy! What weapon could have caused such horrific damage?"
His eyes were filled with horror.
The next second, dark red energy burst out from the sword wound, and a terrifying being with wings on its back was approaching him at an extremely fast speed.
"Wait, no!!"
High in the sky, the parachute shattered in a dazzling display of sword light, while the holy light shone like a second sun in the rising sun.
At this moment, in the eyes of Agent Hill and others...
Mark is practically Superman.
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"Hoo hoo~~"
The desert climate is changing drastically.
The blazing sun dispelled the chill of the night, and the sun baked the earth.
Wade found Jerry's identification among the body's clothes.
"He was a pilot, belonging to the 3rd Air Force Special Operations Group."
Upon hearing this, Agent Hill's expression turned serious.
She tapped her headset lightly. "Commander, we might be in trouble."
In the command center, Nick Fury slapped his bald head, feeling a headache coming on.
"Could it be Ross's men? Were they also involved in Stark's scheme?"
His face grew increasingly dark.
If General Ross orchestrated this incident, then Tony Stark is in even greater danger.
"Commander, what should we do?" Agent Hill asked.
Nick Fury thought for a moment, "You're in charge of following Mark, I'll take care of the rest."
"clear."
Agent Hill hung up the communication and turned to look at Mark.
"Mr. Mark, where are you headed?" she asked.
Mark glanced at the map. "Let's split up later; we have our own plans."
"Yes, thank you, Mr. Mark, for saving us this time."
This time, Agent Hill thanked him very sincerely.
Mark waved his hand, "You're welcome."
Before long, an off-road convoy appeared in the desert.
Those were the people who came to meet Agent Hill.
"boom......."
The SUV stopped, and Coulson got out and glanced at the mess at the scene.
He waved to the agents behind him.
"Your job is to get the captain and flight attendants to safety."
"clear."
The agents sprang into action.
Mark, on the other hand, had his eye on Coulson's car.
"I need a car," he said to Agent Hill.
Agent Hill nodded. "No problem."
She went up and spoke to Coulson.
Coulson scrutinized Mark for a while before finally agreeing.
Soon, Mark and Wade drove away.
Agent Hill finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"There's a GPS tracker in the car."
"I see."
Coulson and the rest of his men followed closely behind, and Agent Hill naturally didn't fall behind.
According to her speculation, Mark's destination this time is likely somewhere in Afghanistan.
The result was as expected.
Three hours later, near a valley in Afghan territory.
The off-road vehicle was parked in the shadows of the Gobi Desert. Mark got out of the vehicle and put on a hat and mask.
He glanced at the valley not far away.
"Is this the Ten Rings' territory?" he asked Wade.
Wade nodded. "That's right."
He peered through his binoculars at the vicinity of the valley, his expression growing increasingly grim.
"Something terrible has happened."
He told Mark, "According to my intelligence, the Ten Rings couldn't possibly have that many guards."
But now, their defenses have increased several times over, and they have likely gathered all the gang members from the surrounding area here.
"This is a good thing."
Mark laughed, "That proves I was right, Tony is right here."
Wade glanced behind him.
"And what about them?"
He had already guessed that the agents would secretly follow them.
Mark said nonchalantly, "You're in charge of leaving a record. As long as it can prove that we rescued Tony, then let them do what they want."
"Leave this to me."
Wade patted the recorder on his chest. "Don't worry, this is related to our multi-million dollar reward."
Mark, on the other hand, found a shady spot to rest.
"The operation will take place tonight."
"clear."
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As night fell, the desert temperature plummeted.
Mark patted the condensation off his clothes. "I'll create some chaos later, and you can use that opportunity to sneak in and find Tony."
"I will definitely rescue my sugar daddy," Wade assured, patting his chest.
Mark shook his head. "No, the first operation definitely won't be able to rescue Tony. My plan is..."
He leaned close to the other person's ear and whispered.
After hearing the plan, Wade's eyes lit up.
"Oh my god, Mark, you're a genius."
"But there's no one else here, why are you speaking so softly?" he asked, puzzled.
Mark points to the lizard that is passing by.
I'm afraid he'll eavesdrop.
Wade: "........"