Dr. Night mixed with Marvel

The armor flying in the sky exploded into a wisp of fireworks.

In the dark night, a man and a woman hugged each other, seemingly celebrating their survivors.

Michael looked at the tens of billions of fireworks in the sky and couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

These are all money.

Forget it, it’s not ours anyway.

I went to Kama Taj and found out that Ancient One had indeed left.

Michael opened the Eye of Agamotto and muttered something.

Everything around him is constantly changing, like a video image that has been clicked on the rewind button. The figures, the sun and the moon are all moving backwards rapidly.

There is a building to the left of Michael. The walls gradually become newer, then rougher, and finally disappear, becoming a row of low buildings.

Soon, he came to a small alley, and everyone around him walked around when they saw Michael in a suit.

There were many black people walking around in the street, wearing hippie clothes and dancing strange dance steps.

The status of black people in this era remains the same.

This is a gathering place for poor people, and black people account for more than 80.00%. In the evening, white people are like fluorescent lights in the dark night.

The dean had warned him many times not to go out alone, let alone even take a step outside the orphanage at night.

The black man looked at Michael strangely when he saw him walking slowly.

How dare a white man come to this street at this time?

They had some differences, but they didn't catch up directly.

The main reason was that Michael was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and had a calm look on his face. He didn't look like someone they could afford to offend.

Someone wanted to rob Michael, but his companions disagreed. They suspected that Michael had a gun.

This is an industrial area in New York. There are two factories in the distance, still working tirelessly.

He came to a dilapidated road and looked at the children inside through the fence.

Most of the children here are black, and other than that they are white. Occasionally, there are yellow people, but they have nothing to do with the flower farmers.

Michael looked towards a corner, where a child who was out of tune with the crowd was reading a book.

Some infertile couples will come to adopt children. At that time, the dean will gather all the white children and good-looking black children together for selection.

As for those ugly black children, even if they appear in the team, they will never be adopted.

When they grow up a little, the kind-hearted dean will take them to the factory to do odd jobs.

Of course, not all children can safely learn a skill, but more often they learn to smoke, swear, tease girls, and eventually embark on the path of gangsters.

Compared with the stable gangs a few years later, there are too many strange gang-related forces now. It is not surprising to have three or four gangs on a street.

After watching through the fence for a while, Michael decided to leave.

"Sir, if you are willing to adopt again, you can have a chat with the child."

Michael raised his head, and the person speaking was a white-haired woman wearing black monastic clothes.

This is Charlotte, a nurse in the welfare home. She is over 60 years old and is a very gentle old man.

"Sorry, I was just checking."

Charlotte looked at the young Michael and said, "This child is very pitiful. He has a strange disease and doesn't play with other children. However, he has very good academic performance. He even won an award in a youth intelligence competition before. Moreover, he is very sensible and won The cash prizes are all given to the dean.”

Michael knew this.

Kesha hadn't woken up at this time, and the boy couldn't even hear the cold mechanical sound. He could only hear his brain working quickly.

Young Michael relied on his learning ability to quickly learn a lot of things, and then skipped school all the way to the junior high school.

Here he won a scholarship with his excellent results. Later, he was admitted to an aristocratic school and participated in many science competitions.

In one competition, he also met Tony who was a judge, but he did not go up to strike up a conversation.

Although he likes Iron Man very much, Iron Man cannot reach the level of an idol for him.

The reason why he gave scholarships and prizes to the dean was just to prevent other children from bullying him. At the same time, because of Michael's bonus, life in the orphanage was much better.

It seems that this child is harmless to everyone and is kind to everyone, but in fact he is on guard against everyone.

Fame and bonuses are his protection.

Michael looked at him for a while and suddenly felt that he was pitiful.

He smiled sadly, feeling empty in his heart.

Charlotte could see the complicated emotions in Michael's eyes. She suddenly felt that the man's profile was very similar to that of the child, but the nobility of his body was incompatible with this place.

She tentatively said: "Since you're already here, why not go and talk to him."

Michael smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll talk to him."

Michael walked in and instantly attracted the attention of many children.

They looked at Michael with burning eyes, guessing Michael's true purpose. The main reason was that Michael looked like a rich man at first glance. It would be great if anyone could become the child of such a lucky person.

But Michael paid no attention to anyone and went straight to the kid in the corner.

This greatly disappointed them. Indeed, many people had approached the young Michael, whether it was for adoption or something else, but it basically had nothing to do with them.

Michael walked to his younger self and looked at him quietly, unable to help but feel a little choked up in his heart.

The young man Michael raised his head, glanced at Michael, looked carefully and extensively, and finally fixed his eyes on Michael's chest.

Is this the Eye of Agamotto?

There was something strange in his eyes, and then he looked at Michael's cheek.

Young Michael thought for a moment and decided to take the initiative.

"Sir, are you here to adopt a child?"

Michael had already seen all his little thoughts, and he couldn't help but smile at the vigilance of young Michael.

"Don't you already have the answer in your mind? There is no need to test it again."

Young Michael smiled and said, "Will I become a mage in the future?"

He has long thought about various ways to treat himself, and the idea of ​​becoming a mage is not unheard of.

"That's right, but magic cannot heal the body perfectly. You should understand this."

The young Michael looked strange.

"But the guy with the spinal injury can still play basketball. Why can't Dr. Strange completely restore the nerves in his hand?"

Michael didn’t know how to answer, maybe the screenwriter didn’t let him.

"By the way, how did you get the Eye of Agamotto?"

"This is a long story for a child without a mother."

"Then make a long story short."

"The Ancient One gave it to me."

"Have you become the Supreme Mage?"

"No."

"What's going on? How could Gu Yi put this thing in your hands?"

Michael looked at the eager boy and smiled happily.

"First this, then that, and then that's it."

"What? If you don't want to say it, you don't have to say it."

The young Michael finally figured it out, and he had no intention of telling him.

"Then don't say it."