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

"Name?"

The pen in Miles' hand was writing, and he raised his head to look at Mo An.

"Moan."

At this time, Mo An was wearing casual clothes and handcuffs and said dejectedly.

"Moran?" Miles was a little unsure.

"AnMo. Capital A, small n, this is the first name, capital M, small o, this is the last name."

"OK."

Miles wrote in his notebook again and asked without looking up.

"gender?"

Mo An: "...Do you want to listen to what you are saying?"

"Mr. Moan, you are currently in the country illegally, and there are seven recognized genders in the world. Our New York police will not judge gender through reproductive differences." Myers said seriously.

"As long as this seriousness is used elsewhere..." Mo An muttered.

"What are you talking about?" Miles didn't hear and asked with a frown.

"No, gender male, straight steel man."

"OK." Miles' pen tip began to move again, "Was your behavior today voluntary?"

"Who would be a good person who would free fall from four hundred meters out of his own free will!" Mo An banged the table, feeling a little excited.

"Please don't worry, okay?" Miles raised his hand, "Does that mean someone is deliberately framing you?"

"But I still don't understand what kind of person can still be alive and kicking here to be interrogated by me after falling from a height of 400 meters."

"Who are you?" Miles looked directly at Moan.

Mo An was silent.

At this time, the door of the interrogation room was opened.

"Miles, come out." A fat bearded man in a police uniform called to Miles.

"Yes, sir." Miles put down his pen and followed the bearded man out of the interrogation room.

After Miles walked out, he discovered that there was a gentleman wearing a high-end suit outside the door.

I just heard the bearded man say: "Myers, the one inside has been taken over by this gentleman. You can take charge of other cases."

"Just call me Colson." Colson showed a gentle smile.

"But sir, I..." Miles still wanted to speak, but was interrupted by the bearded man, "No but, obey the order." Then he turned to Colson with a smile and said: "Mr. Colson, take it. I’ll leave it to you when you come down.”

"As much as I can," Coulson laughed.

Coulson watched the bearded man gradually walk away with Miles in his arms, and then walked into the interrogation room.

"Sir, I'm obviously about to find out the origin of that person." Miles staggered due to the bearded man's hurried steps.

"You are not far from death if you ask me. I am saving you Miles!" The bearded man said sternly, "Do you really think there is nothing wrong with someone who can jump from 400 meters and still survive?!"

"It could also be that the parachute accidentally disintegrated before falling..." Miles became less and less confident as he spoke.

If that were the case, Mo An wouldn't have made such a loud noise after landing and would have made a deep pit.

"Use your brain, he can't be an ordinary person," said this, a trace of panic flashed in the bearded eyes, "Before he woke up, the forensic department wanted to take blood for a blood test, but the needle didn't care about the finger. The eyelids, not even the f**king balls, can't penetrate even a hair."

"He's like a thinking, talking piece of human steel!"

"Once he cares about you, think about your family and children, Miles."

Miles broke out in a cold sweat, "Thank you, sir."

The bearded man patted him on the shoulder and said, "You have strong skills and a good mind. I don't want such an outstanding subordinate to die in an unknown way one day."

The words were divided into two parts. When Coulson walked into the interrogation room, Moan finally met the first acquaintance in the Marvel world that he had never met before.

Phil Coulson, an eighth-level agent of SHIELD, the top agent of the United States, and one of the most capable subordinates of the current SHIELD director, Mama Fuck, has extremely strong organizational skills and action capabilities, but... An ordinary person with no superpowers.

He usually has a gentle smile on his lips, like a harmless good old man.

"...It seems that we haven't done enough to restrain unknown dangers?"

As soon as he came in, Colson saw that the man in front of him was tearing off the handcuffs that should be cuffed on his wrists piece by piece and playing with them as plasticine. The smile on his lips became a little stiff.

"Why do you slander innocent people as soon as you come in? I am a good citizen!" Mo An was so angry that he threw the "plasticine" in his hand to the ground, and the sound of gold and iron burst out.

Just now, Mo An finally knew what the so-called "self-defense" ability in the system was.

Doomsday, the most powerful single biological weapon in the DC universe next door, has the ability to overcome death, the power to destroy heaven and earth, the ability to jump like flying, unlimited physical energy that will never feel tired, and the ability to heal and regenerate super fast, In the battle, according to the opponent's ability and characteristics, he constantly evolves to restrain the opponent, adapts to all environments and all enemies, resurrects after being killed and evolves coping methods, so he cannot be killed twice with the same method, and he once killed Superman. , although it is just an ordinary super, but it is enough to be proud of.

Sure enough, Tongzi still loves himself. After the infinite resurrection, his personal safety has indeed been guaranteed.

Mo An no longer has to think about buying a pistol.

Just now, I just used a little bit of strength in my body to tear off the handcuffs and play with them. Is this even possible if I have to go all out?

Coulson took a deep breath, sat in front of Moan, and flipped through the transcript Miles had written previously.

"Mr. Mo, can I call you that?"

"Whatever you want." Mo An said nonchalantly. With the plug-in, he didn't have to worry, and he became more confident. Moreover, he knew the details of the person in front of him.

Colson nodded, "Mr. Mo, let me introduce myself first. I am Colson from the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau. I specialize in handling some strange events that occur across the United States."

"Wouldn't it be better to just say SHIELD?" Mo An said lazily, dragging his face.

"You know?" Colson's eyes flashed with surprise, and he asked with a pretended but interested look on his face.

"Know a thing or two." Mo An also smiled back.

Everyone, one large and one small, wears this hard outfit.

"Mr. Mo, it seems that you are in far more danger than we imagined. To be honest, I regret coming here." Coulson first came to Bengbu and joked.

"No, I am not dangerous at all. I have told you that I am a good citizen, but I can understand if you don't believe me."

"Well, how about we make a deal?"

Moan looked at Colson and suggested.

"...I need to ask our director for instructions." Coulson said seriously after thinking about it again and again.

"Please." Mo An smiled.