New Flash Marvel Reborn

Chapter 5 Obadaistan

Seeing Avril who was wary of strangers, Brad suddenly realized that he had done something wrong.

Maybe what I did just now was cool, but it wasn't something that "Brad Joy", a guy who couldn't even ride a roller coaster, would do.That's why Avril Lavigne felt strange.

Along the way, the previous cheerful atmosphere was gone, and it seemed to return to the embarrassment of the morning.The walking positions of the two are not as close as before, and they both intentionally or unintentionally keep a distance.

The chill of the winter night also gradually hit, especially when no one was talking around, the silence added a bit of coolness.The moon sticks out half of its head shyly, and the seemingly absent moonlight is also lonely and silent.

Avril's family lived on a bustling main road, and soon there were more people.Although this made the voice louder, the flow of people coming and going made Brad feel that the girl in front of him was getting farther and farther away from him.For some reason, my heart also secretly ached.Even though he just met this girl today, he also tasted the taste of love for the first time, as well as the sense of loss that seemed to be lost.

Avril's family lived on the twentieth floor of an apartment building, with windows facing the bustling main road, and it seemed to be in good condition.

Avril Lavigne walked to the gate downstairs, stopped in her tracks, hesitated for a moment, then turned her head and asked Brad: "You... are really Brad Joy, right?"

Brad was taken aback.

Of course, at this time, you only need to answer "yes" neatly at this time. If you are smart, you may add a few sweet words that girls like.

But looking at those big clear eyes full of expectations and doubts, Brad felt like a stone was pressed on his heart, his throat was also blocked, and the simple "yes" just couldn't be said.

"I don't know." He inadvertently avoided looking away, but felt a little relieved.

"Really." Avril could not hide her disappointment in her words.But she still turned her head, walked into the building, and left a sentence, "Thank you for accompanying me today. Welcome to leave the hospital."

Seeing her disappear behind the door, Brad also felt lost in his heart.

The golden electric current loomed on him, and Brad turned into a golden afterimage in the next second, rushing out of several streets in the blink of an eye.

He didn't know what to do with all the people this "Brad Joy" knew, because he didn't want to lose them either.But he didn't know what he should do. Should he always wear a false mask and live as the "Brad Joy" in everyone's memory?
Since you don't know, you can only let it go.

At least, at this moment, he can run.

Thinking of this, he exerted more force on his feet, and the golden lightning had rushed across the Harlem River Bridge in an instant, and was still accelerating!
In the center of Manhattan, a building stands majestically among the already gorgeous buildings.Although it is located in an economic hub, it does not affect its standing out from the crowd, because it is so unique.This evaluation of it is not just because of its luxurious appearance, brilliant and unique lights.This building was built here a hundred years ago, and technology has always been far ahead of the entire earth, leading the whole of New York and even the United States across the century.

Almost all residents of Manhattan know the name of this remarkable building - the Stark Tower.

In the CEO's office, a bald old man in a white suit was angrily pinching his microphone. The expression on his face seemed to be the annoyance that all successful entrepreneurs have.His eyes that were so small that they were almost squinted revealed the sophistication of a seasoned talent and the greed of an ambitious man.

He is Obaday Stein, uncle of Tony Stark, heir to the Stark Enterprises.

(Who is Tony Stark? If you don’t know, please hang up the southeast branch yourself.)
And at this moment, he was pouring out his anger to someone on the other end of the phone.

"You idiots! You can't deal with a bad old man in the slums!" His roar almost pierced through the perfect soundproof walls of the office. "Are all the money I usually send you for nothing?"

After a pause, he continued speaking again, this time with an unquestionable order: "...I don't care about anything else, I just want that house. You can use all means, even if you have to use some strong measures."

After speaking, he pressed the microphone hard.

"Your people are so inefficient. I hate dawdling."

A low-pitched, human-like voice came from the dimly lit sofa, apparently through voice-modifying processing.A man - whose gender can only be judged by his voice, for he is covered from head to toe in a purple cloak - sits, his face hidden in the shadow of the cloak, shining only a red evil light, which seems to be that of a demon The burning flames in his eyes made everyone who faced him feel terrified.Of course, Opadi is no exception.

To be honest, if it wasn't for the fact that this person showed too much strength and extremely high use value, Obaday would never want to cooperate with such a guy.

Faced with criticism from the other party, Obaday was noncommittal.He asked in turn: "What do you want such an old house for? It's just the most inconspicuous part of the slum, I really can't find anything special..."

He paused, then asked again: "Could it be that you have some quarrel with the owner of that house, Abt Joy?"

Yes, it was Abt Joy's run-down house that Obaday had just ordered his subordinates to buy.

"No." The cloaked man's deep and terrifying voice revealed a trace of teasing, "I'm not interested in that old guy. But the other person who has a relationship with him...is very special."

"Who is that person?" Obaday wanted to continue asking, so that he might be able to find out some clues about the identity of his collaborator.Although they are a cooperative relationship, Obaday has to admit with shame that he doesn't even know who this collaborator is, let alone the background of the information.

The man had no intention of answering.

He stood up slowly, dragged his long cloak and walked to the office window, looking down from the highest room of the city building, the red light in his eyes seemed to be more intense.

He could see a shadow that ordinary people couldn't catch with naked eyes, shuttled back and forth on the chessboard-like street under a hundred meters, turned around a few times in just a few seconds, and crossed the street below the Stark Tower.

Seeing that the other party was unwilling to answer, Obaday stopped asking.He knew this guy's strange temper, and he would never leak what he didn't want to say.

The man in the cloak turned around, took out his dark hand from the purple cloak, left a small square object on the table, and retracted his hand again.

Obaday picked up this small object curiously, looked it over, and asked, "What is this for?"

The cloaked man said: "Ultrasonic jammers can affect some special people's sense of balance by interfering with atomic vibrations. You will use it."

Obaday didn't know, so: "Someone special?"

The cloaked man returned his gaze to the window, and his tone was playful: "Yeah, you'll understand when you meet him... you're a smart person, aren't you?"

Obaday didn't ask any more, but just looked at the jammer in his hand.

(End of this chapter)