It's just the two stinging apes passing by Marvel

Chapter 93

Chris turned the man in the suit back to S.H.I.E.L.D.The World Security Council promoted him to the Council because of the success of Chris's mission.

Before I knew it, 70 years had passed.

Tony married Pepper and had a lovely daughter.

Bruce used two lost drives to successfully separate Hulk into two individuals, and achieved positive results with Elizabeth.

Barton lived a peaceful life, and Natasha got married and had children.

Thor is out of shape.

Howard and Maria, Carter and Steve passed away peacefully.

Chris became an old man too, fishing with the retired Nick to find Stan Lee, and Chris caught the most.

How wonderful.

The aging Chris took out a gold and blue bottle, clasped it on his chest and opened it: "It's not in vain that it took me so long, I'm 'never air force' Chris is not bragging. "

Everything in front of him turned into foam and shattered, Chris opened his eyes, turned around and saw beside him, Bruce was sleeping peacefully on an operating table, bound all over, holding the hat of the man in the suit in his hand.

Chris himself was the same, tied to the operating table with ropes, and completely powerless.The difference is that the gold and blue bottle from before is pressing against his chest.

The gear-like icon in the center of the bottle rotated, and a green fluid was drawn from Chris's body, which quickly turned into colorless.Soon, Chris felt his strength return.

However, he did not rush to break free from the rope but continued to pretend to be asleep.He wanted to see who it was who had pissed off him and Bruce.

"Doctor, your poisonous mist is really useful." "This is my life's painstaking effort, it has a name, it's called 'Dream Bubble'."

"Then, how long will 'Dream Bubble' be effective on them?" "As long as no one wakes them up, they will always be intoxicated in the dreams I created."

Outside the operating room, the sound of two people talking came, and two people gradually approached here.

The door was pushed open and someone walked in.Then something seemed to flip a switch, and Chris felt the operating table rising and tilting.

"Doctor, wake up this one first." A young male voice sounded.

Chris could feel the spray being sprayed near his nose.He pretended to just wake up and opened his eyes.

In front of Chris, was an old man in a white coat, taking back the spray in his hand, carefully observing Chris' condition.

A young man came from the operating table not far away, looked at Chris's rolling eyes: "Doctor, why is it different from what you said, he seems to have his own consciousness?"

When Chris heard this, his eyes flicked irregularly from side to side.The old man called Doctor suddenly yelled "Hello!", Chris remained calm and his expression remained unchanged.

"Mr. Snakehead, eye movement may be a normal phenomenon. After all, the physique of these superheroes is different from the ordinary people I did the experiment before."

The young man nodded, walked to Chris and pinched his chin this year, making Chris raise his head and look at him: "Introduce yourself."

".My name is Chris Obenzed, aged 91, living at Room 52, New 66nd Street, Forest Hills, Queens, unmarried. I work for S.H.I.E.L.D., fish every day until 6:[-] p.m. Home. I don’t smoke, I only drink lightly, I go to bed at four in the morning, and I have to sleep for eight hours every day. Before going to bed, I must play on my mobile phone for an hour, and I fall asleep immediately after going to bed. Eat crap then go to work and take a nap. Nick says I'm not dead yet."

The two stared at Chris in silence for a while.

"Doctor, are you sure your potion has no effect on intelligence?" "I don't seem to be sure either. This guy is talking about something strange."

Suddenly, a severe cold erupted in the room, and the whole room was covered by a layer of solid ice.

Chris continued: "I'm explaining to you that I'm a person who always wants to maintain a peaceful life in my heart, not obsessed with winning or losing, not entangled in troubles, and not setting up enemies that keep me up at night. I also know that this is my happiness. However, even if I fight, I will not lose to anyone. That is to say, you two are a trouble that hinders my sleep, and are also my enemies."

The young man who was replaced by the "snake head" ran to the door as if he wanted to escape after realizing that Chris had actually woken up.However, Chris had quietly accumulated a large amount of cold energy, freezing the entire door.

"You, you bastard, you can actually compete with my 'Dream Bubble'!" The man called the doctor was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, pointing at Chris with one hand.

Chris condensed a special ice blade with a strange shape in his hand, and cut off the restraint belt on his wrist.After releasing his hands, he pressed the blue-gold bottle in his arms to Bruce's chest.

The green gas was released from the bottle again, and Bruce came to his senses.Chris helped to undo his restraints, after all, if Bruce did it himself, it might have to be Hulk.

The two regained their freedom and began to deal with the two in front of them.

"Now, please introduce yourself, Mr. Snakehead?" Chris pierced the young man's hands with two ice spears, and nailed him to the door panel like a cross.

Bruce glanced at the shivering "Doctor" on the ground, put the hat on his head, and looked at the reflective ice on the wall: "Does the hat seem to fit me well?"

The "snakehead" confessed honestly.He is a middleman in the smuggling industry, and recently took over a new project from the black market-transporting arms dealers from Stark Industries to foreign countries.Today is his first time doing this job.

"Then what was the fantasy that Bruce and I saw before?" Chris didn't listen to what the snakehead said, but continued to ask.

The "doctor" shivering from the cold in the corner raised his hand: "That's the nerve gas I invented. I placed it at the entrance of our trading place, and everyone has to wear a mask to go in and out. Then, you didn't Any protection steps into it."

"So what about those illusions, are they all fake?" Bruce asked.

"My 'Dream Bubble' will immerse people in a dreamlike fantasy, and it will cause a deep hypnotic effect. As long as you inhale it, it is impossible to wake up yourself. No matter what you see in the dream, even if you subconsciously think there is something wrong , and will also hypnotize themselves into it.”

Bruce curled his lips: "Speaking loudly, but Chris escaped your poisonous gas by himself."

"Uh, I don't know too well, maybe it has something to do with the bottle in his hand?"

Chris ignored the "doctor" and Bruce, who had somehow started talking about neurology, and now he was very reconciled.Obviously, from the previous investigation, someone has been making deals with Obadiah.However, I only caught such an ordinary person in front of me.Neither the "Green Goblin" nor the "Sinister Six" he knew anything about.

It seems that the snake head seemed to have noticed Natasha's hacking, so he decisively interrupted the clues that might expose him.

Grabbing the fake "snake head" by the collar, Chris shackled him and the doctor with ice shackles and took them out of the haunted house.

Unlucky to die.So far, Chris hasn't done much in business, but the smuggling industry has broken one after another.He would like to call himself the smuggler buster.

As soon as he walked out of the haunted house, he saw a shooting star in the sky at night, which seemed to be getting closer and closer to him.Flew to the sky near the pier, made a flexible turn, and flew above the night sky around the tall Pacific Ferris wheel.

"morning~morning~morning~ just touch it~no~yes~" Chris' cell phone rang.It's Tony Stark.

"Let me guess where the actor in our play is? Oh, he's playing with three men in an amusement park." On the day of the call, Tony's voice was mixed with wind, giving the impression that he was in a car in the situation. in the compartment.

"It's no fun peeping at me, Tony. Shall I guess where you are?" Chris glanced at the "shooting star" in the sky and smiled.

"Just guess it, I remind you, I just reached the highest point of the Pacific Ferris Wheel." Tony misled Chris with words.

Chris directly pointed out: "Can't wait to come out to play after getting the new suit?"

"It's boring, you guessed me like this?"

"There is no way, your advancement is too dazzling, I guess there will be a 'Strange Shooting Star in Los Angeles' in the "Daily Bugle" tomorrow."

"Nobody cares about the format of that little newspaper."

"Then where are you flying to next? The stratosphere?"

"I just left Malibu and went to Los Angeles not long ago. I plan to take a stroll. Your idea sounds good. Jarvis, what is the record of SR-71?" Tony's voice seemed to grow louder, as if accelerate.

Chris thought for a moment and said, "Good luck, Icarus."

(End of this chapter)