I'm rubbing the masked knight in the United States

Chapter 45

During the one-day inspection, Edward didn't have time to sleep for a while, and all of them were accompanied by various inspections to chat with each other. During the inspection, Happy came once to comfort Edward and don't leave too sad after losing his memory, but told Edward There are things to call yourself.

At night, the FBI people let Edward leave alone.

It may be a private hospital or the FBI. There are not many people in the hospital, and there is no noise. The environment near the hospital is well arranged, but Edward has no intention of admiring it. The beetles found sixteen secret whistles from all directions, including Six were staring at Edward, and four aimed their guns at Edward's vitals.

Edward walked out of the hospital, a woman in sportswear and with short fiery red hair in a baseball cap stepped forward, whispered "Ward" in Edward's ear, and looked at the black car on the side of the road with her eyes .

In the black car, the window was opened gently, Ward showed half of his face, and then pulled back the window, the baseball cap pulled Edward into the car.

In fact, it didn't take so much effort for Edward to know what she was here for, just by looking at that face.

Black Widow, acquaintance.

"Here, someone brought it to you, hurry up, 5 minutes." The black widow sat in the driver's seat, with her legs crossed on the steering wheel, blowing the bubbles of chewing gum, and said leisurely.

Edward followed into the car, and before Ward could speak, he first asked, "Can I go to Mr. Stark?"

"..." Ward asked, "It's Stark, you don't care about your memory at all?"

The black widow is right next to her, so she must play a full set of acting.

Furthermore, in order for the Red River system not to be killed by the time paradox, he had to take this risk.

Edward's expression stiffened, and he sighed, "I don't know what I have experienced, but there must be a reason why I forgot about it in the past. I don't want to look for that reason. It's fine now, besides, I'm busy. Isn't it the same for one day? Is there no effect at all? What can I do by myself?"

"Is it okay to forget your previous life?"

"The last sentence is the key point. Even you can't do anything about it. I really don't know any other way to get my memory back." Edward spread his hands. "As for the previous one, it's just a self-unification under this premise."

"Okay, let's talk about your current situation.

From the current point of view, you are a victim, kidnapped here from the other side of the earth, without relatives and no reason, we can send you back, but because of your victim status, your identity information has been verified and valid, you can choose You can also choose to go back if you stay. You have the right to personal freedom to decide where you want to go, as long as you have money and a passport.

Don't be too happy, after you go there, if we die, we will regret it but it won't hurt our hearts. You are not as important as you think.

Finally, you look at this. "Ward took out a brown paper folder from behind the seat, without any marks on it, and handed it to Edward.

Edward opened it and pulled out the files inside, which were a few photos.

On the four-meter-high floor, only a few scorched skeletons remained standing, and everything else was burned or collapsed. The only remaining wall was blackened by black smoke and fog. The scorched black bracket looked extremely gloomy.

"This...is the place where I was kidnapped before?" Edward looked around in confusion, unable to remember everything.

"Don't you remember?" Ward took out the cigarette case from his pocket, pulled out one as if lighting it up, and recalled something, and took the cigarette back with a wry smile.

Edward shook his head and said in a low voice, "I have no impression. When I have memories, I was surrounded by fire and black smoke, and I couldn't see anything." This statement has already been recorded by the FBI, so it's meaningless to say it again.

"Do you want to know more details? We have more details." Ward asked tentatively.

"No." Edward continued to shake his head, "That must not be a good memory."

Ward took the photo back, "Okay, you can go back, we will continue to monitor you next, you cooperate, when we catch the person who kidnapped you, it will be over, the more you cooperate, the more you can The sooner it ends, understand?"

"Understood." Edward nodded cooperatively.

Ward tapped on the seat in front of him.

The black widow glanced back at Edward, and said with a smile, "This is the energetic young man? Your physique is not as good as I thought."

"..." Edward was speechless, he was afraid that the old driver would drive the car up to Qiuming Mountain.

But regarding Edward's physique, Edward himself doesn't know how old he is. The age on Dongguo's ID card is a rare thing that "Edward here" has complained about on the Internet, and the registration is wrong. , not to mention those in the United States, the direct deviation is 25 years old...

"Yo, still shy? You weren't so shy when the FBI was talking to him." The black widow whistled "Okay, you can get out of the car and forget about seeing us here, young man. "

The wind in the sky blew away the condensed clouds, and among the broken clouds, the clear moonlight shone down, shining on Edward who was thrown on the spot.

Edward stretched his waist, flexed his muscles and bones, and let the beetle fly down. Under the optical camouflage at night, the beetle scurried into Edward's sleeve.

The task here is completed, this identity can be regarded as whitewashed, the fbi and cia will not come to make any trouble, and in the future when you contact people, you can talk about amnesia in a fair manner.

The next task is mainly to save people at the Imperial Cemetery. As for when to go, Edward is still thinking about it.

Wherever he is, he is not familiar with the place and has little interpersonal relationship, so it doesn't matter where he lives. He doesn't care about the environmental requirements. He stays in New York only because he considers that this is an accident-prone area, and how much he can squat here. Get hold of the situation.

But let the beetle search carefully, there is a telepathy system on the X-Men line, Edward is not easy to get close to, so it is excluded.

In other lines, except for Barry Allen who is still lying on the hospital bed and Stark's life and death are unknown, other superheroes have not yet debuted, so it is meaningless for Edward to stay in New York and wait.

The main consideration is which environment is conducive to entering data for armor.

Edward took a taxi home and called Happy to ask about it. Happy still stopped Edward in the name of danger there.

Edward himself wanted to stay and grind for a while, to get more favorability from people like Happy and Bruce Wayne.

But as soon as he got home, when he heard the beetle report that there were three more pinhole cameras in the house, Edward immediately started to pack his things.

This day is over!
What about the right to privacy?
In order to fool them under surveillance, Edward has only completed 3% until now!
10% of the easiest 3% took so long, too inefficient!
If we continue to follow the monitored progress, Edward may not be able to create a set in a year or two.

Go, have to go.

(End of this chapter)