Kapitel 44: Chapter 44: Departure, the Mission Begins
Code-named Nightmare, he was originally a small-time hoodlum who had nothing better to do. His mutant ability was to invade people's minds, create dreams, and manipulate their memories to create impactful dreams. Perhaps from seeing too many memories of others, Nightmare had become disillusioned and dispirited, with a sense of wanting to retire and find a place to settle down.
Coincidentally, Overwatch had recently been established, recruiting on a large scale, so he signed up. Due to the practicality of his ability, he passed the selection process with minimal training and entered a position at the organization. His job was simple and easy, with a high salary, making it perfect for his retirement plans.
But today, he was assigned to an external mission.
"Sir, am I going on an external mission too?"
"Because this is a surprise raid, where we aim to take down the Ten Rings terrorists, your ability to guide us will be valuable."
"But I haven't even passed the marksmanship course."
"It's alright, this mission involves a large team, and you won't be required to engage in combat."
"Alright, if you say so."
Since Garrett mentioned that there would be many people on this mission, Nightmare felt relieved. After all, he was well aware of the capabilities of his fellow field agents at Overwatch.
Once everyone was gathered, he realized there were actually two squads with six people in total. Taking down a hundred enemies would be a piece of cake for them.
"Hey, Lynx, Buffalo."
He greeted the two squad leaders. These two, with animal codenames, were true powerhouses, skilled in both marksmanship and combat, with mutant abilities to boot.
"Nightmare, can you give me a pleasant dream tonight?" Buffalo joked.
"I don't do men."
He firmly refused.
Nightmare was acquainted with the members of Lynx Squad, Iron Eater and Hot Eyes, as they exchanged greetings. As for the two women from Buffalo Squad, he had heard about their formidable reputations but didn't engage in any flirtatious banter like the other men.
Warren arrived, dressed in a black suit, and called for their attention.
"Alright, listen up, everyone. Let me briefly explain the mission."
Silence fell among the group.
"This time, we will pose as members of the Heart Demon Gang and conduct a trade with the terrorists in the Middle East. Our goal is to take them down without leaving any traces."
"Once we capture the terrorists we are meeting, Mary, you will be responsible for cutting off their communications."
"Understood."
"After apprehending the terrorists, Nightmare, you will read their memories to find their hiding places."
"Understood."
"After reaching their hideout, locate and destroy all their weapons, capture or eliminate all the terrorists. The mission will be considered successful when completed without any mistakes. Do you all understand?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Alright, now rest up and gather your energy. We still have some flight time ahead."
Warren finished explaining the mission, and the teammates began chatting, resting, or closing their eyes to recharge.
Sitting next to Warren was Iron Eater.
"Iron Eater, why did you choose that codename?"
"Because it's cute and fierce at the same time."
The burly man, the strongest and tallest in the team, answered confidently.
"I see. I understand now."
His reason was indeed flawless.
Inside the cockpit, Tony Stark, wearing a bright red armor suit, engaged in banter with another pilot while also flying the plane.
"In fact, I'm skilled in piloting all types of aircraft."
"What about extraterrestrial ones?"
"Uh... haven't tried it, but I believe my intelligence will handle it without a problem."
"By the way, who is more powerful, your suit or the big one we loaded onto the plane?"
"Of course, mine is more powerful."
"Is that so?" The pilot looked skeptical, provoking Tony.
"Think about who I am. Tony Stark. At the age of 12, I was already building engines."
"But that black one is bigger than yours."
"Listen, buddy, bigger doesn't always mean better."
"Alright, do you think you're more powerful than Mr. Advisor?"
Advisor referred to Warren.
"Of course, it's me."
"You sure about that? I bet you can't even beat Mary." The sly pilot set a trap.
"Mary?"
"The pretty blonde one."
Tony looked through the gap in the cockpit door and indeed spotted a beautiful woman.
"Wow! She's really gorgeous! And she has a great figure. Even though she's wearing men's clothes, I can tell."
Tony was renowned for his ability to charm women, and his words were no exaggeration.
"But if you're talking about her being more powerful than me, that's just not right, unless you're referring to her prowess in bed."
The pilot pulled out a wallet from his pocket and took out 10 dollars.
"Let's make a bet. You won't last 10 seconds."
Although Tony sensed something strange in the pilot's smile, he couldn't back down so easily. Besides, he had confidence in his suit.
"I accept the challenge."
He adjusted his hair and confidently walked out of the cockpit.
"Tony, why did you come out instead of piloting the plane properly? Are you here to admire handsome men?"
"I'm here to admire beautiful women."
The two joked casually.
The other team members looked at the man in the flamboyant red armor suit with uncertainty and asked, "Are you Tony Stark?"
"That's right, it's me. Can't believe I'm your pilot? Enjoy this journey to the fullest. Not many people have flown in a plane I piloted."
"Guys, this is the chauffeur Warren hired for us," Warren said with a smile.
"Chauffeur? If you call me that, then I'll have to give you a bill. Hiring Tony Stark as a chauffeur, that would cost a fortune... Miss, can I sit here?"
Mary smiled and replied, "Of course."
Crouching Panther, who had been napping with closed eyes, suddenly spoke up, "Mary, he's not here to pick up girls. He wants to see if he can last 10 seconds in your hands."
Seeing Tony's astonished expression, Crouching Panther pointed to his own ear. "My hearing is slightly better than that of an ordinary person."
"10 seconds? Just relying on your armor?" Mary continued to smile, pressing one finger against Tony's armor.
Click, click, click.
Sounds came from the joints of the armor. All the joints had been locked!
"Sir, the control system has been hijacked."
Tony's face changed.
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
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