Marvel Nephalem

"Mr. Stark, Dennis Luther was not killed. He attended the charity fundraiser you hosted yesterday."

Jarvis's voice made Tony Stark stunned for a moment and asked: "He didn't call the police?"

"Yes, Mr. Stark, in fact he behaved normally and just took a month's paid sick leave. The drone captured footage of him leaving."

The drone obviously climbed higher, and Clark Kent could clearly be seen on the virtual projection throwing Dennis out of the supplies at the door.

But after a while, Dennis got up on his own. His right shoulder was obviously slumped. After descending half a flight of stairs, he sat on the ground and made a phone call. Due to the strong wind, he could not hear what he said.

Finally, the accompanying security personnel downstairs went upstairs and put a coat on him and went downstairs.

"The picture shows that his right shoulder is obviously collapsed. Clark Kent has not behaved excessively in the past month. He has been responsible for Anne Hathaway's diet and daily life. Do you still need to get through to Nick Fury's special line? "?"

"no need."

After Tony Stark thought for a moment, he said: "Jarvis, hack into the bank system. I need Dennis Luther's recent capital account statements. After I review them, I will submit them to SHIELD and let them find out who he is. How to deal with this kind of harm.”

"Starting the simulation of Clark Kent shooting Dennis, I think it is necessary to find out how dangerous Clark Kent is." Speaking of this, Tony clapped his hands, and the criss-crossing blue light and shadow replaced the interior of the room, in front of him , an old man with white beard and hair, who looks like an angry lion, is sitting on the sofa, but his expression is very dull.

Tony stared at Clark Kent sitting on the sofa in front of the coffee table, and continued: "Jarvis, slow down five times and collect data. I want to see how big the gap is between him and Hulk."

Two hours later, the laboratory was back to normal.

Tony was sitting cross-legged on the sofa thoughtfully, sucking on the large bottle of Coke in his hand while looking at the old man sleeping on the sofa on the virtual screen.

"Zizzi"

After the cola bottomed out, Tony stretched his hands and legs and told Jarvis: "Search for women of the same age as Anne Hathaway, and search for women of the same age as Anne Hathaway, based on her status, preferences, family environment, work relatedness, and geographical location. Screen the most suitable targets.”

"Searching... According to analysis, the talk show host Tracy Walker is the most suitable. He is 42 kilometers away from the apartment 006 on 1.5nd Street. He is similar in age to Anne Hathaway. He has a strong sense of justice, is strong, and is rich. Responsible and empathic, single parent, raised by his mother, well-known as a public figure, extremely well-educated.”

The virtual image showed a blond girl with strong facial lines. Tony's expression was a little strange, which obviously brought back some unbearable memories of the interview. He waved his hand and asked: "Well...has she applied for my visa?" Interview?"

"As of today, June 6th, the Trish Says column team has sent you 5 interview invitations this week. The most recent one was half an hour ago, and I played the automatic reply you recorded to them according to the spam message. "

Tony Stark's automatic reply recording came from the living room: "Sorry, the Tony Stark you are looking for is very busy right now. Please call again today next year."

Tony rolled his eyes wildly.

The early summer sun was already shining brightly. Clark Kent, a left-behind man in his sixties, woke up from the heat on the sofa. He stood up with his knees aching all over, and his old bones crackled.

他抬头看了眼墙上的电子闹钟，纽约时间：2012年6月6日 a6:35 晴

Since Annie often stayed up late at night and worked overtime at the company, this was the first time Clark woke up from the sofa.

"Host, you finally woke up. Could you please turn on the air conditioner? I don't dare to connect to your perception now."

Accompanied by the system's daily thoughts, the lonely old man moved his almost rusty body and walked sleepily to the bathroom to wash up.

"Don't you feel tired of doing this every day? This system doesn't think you can adapt to the life of ordinary people. Why don't we bully the black guy who sells mobile phones on the street corner? Your mobile phone has blown up, so you need to stock up in advance. "

Clark looked at the white-haired old man with a dull expression in the mirror, steeled himself, washed up, walked out of the bathroom, beating his increasingly sore back, and started making breakfast for himself.

"Then go find a job as a personal bodyguard. Even if you can't fight at your age, you can just lie on the ground and fight. At least it can add color to the boring old life."

After breakfast, Clark scratched his fluffy beard, changed into a gray tight-fitting vest and gray sweatpants, picked up a towel and keys and pushed out the door.

The system asked: "Host, what are you going to do?"

"Let's go out for a walk."

The system felt like it was going crazy: "You really think of yourself as an old man."

Clark, who was standing in the corridor, punched the air and made a loud sound. He moved his waist and hung a towel around his neck. He held the handle of the stairs and jumped directly to the next floor like a parkour player.

It seems that this month has really suffocated him.

Clark, who was jogging in the morning under the shade of the morning sun trees with a towel around his neck, attracted the attention of many people. His thick muscles continued to tremble as he ran, attracting the attention of many people.

He ran across the street, jumped over the guardrail, and passed several girls in Goth makeup who were sleeping soundly on the ground and smelled of alcohol.

In an uninhabited alley full of graffiti, he jumped into the air and kicked three times in a row, making the old woman lying on the window sill chatting with the old man opposite cover her mouth and let out an envious scream.

He climbed over the segregation fence and jumped directly into the basketball court. He started to cry and howl at a dozen black people who had gotten up early to play basketball and drew guns and threatened him to get out.

Lying on the sunshade chair, I took the soda water from the black guy with swollen eyes.

Old Clark walked away, contentedly looking at his defeated generals standing in a row behind the wall, and stretched out comfortably.

The system shouted: "Oh, it's so cool."

Life is about making trouble, and Clark, who had been suppressing for a month, finally broke out.

He admitted that the old life of watching TV and cooking every day was not suitable for him.

Clark took out a cigarette from his pocket, and after the black boy lit it up consciously, Clark took a puff of the cigarette and opened his broad palms to the other black boy who limped back with a stack of books.

After taking the book, Clark held a cigarette in his mouth. He stood up and distributed books and pens one by one. He took out his wallet from his pocket and took out ten hundred-dollar bills. Condescendingly, he leaned against a trash can filled with pistols and faced a dozen people holding A young black man from the International Edition of Huanggang Question Bank said: "Whoever finishes writing first will be rewarded."

A dozen black young people holding the Huanggang Question Bank looked at each other in bewilderment. They were about to be submerged in the ocean of knowledge from the mysterious East.