A person in American comics is forced to mechanically ascend in order to go home

"Sorry, I said too much.

This thing, we call it the obelisk, should not be activated. It only responds when touched by life. "

As he said that, Carter was a little confused.

"Technical problem. The detection equipment you use is too backward. The Higgs particles that make up the obelisk fluctuate extremely violently."

Albert's tone did not fluctuate at all, and he continued to make up reasons that could not be falsified except for him based on the current level of technology.

On the contrary, Howard next to him blushed a little.

"Hey, the equipment used by our Scientific and Strategic Corps is all specially manufactured by Stark Industries. I can guarantee that there is no one in the world who is more...more..."

Meeting Albert's calm gaze, Howard's voice became smaller and smaller,

“Oh, okay, okay, you’re an exception.

To be honest, I have wanted to ask you why you are only 18 years old. This makes no sense! Even if you have 48 hours a day, you won't be able to publish those era-changing papers. "

Albert shrugged,

"People cannot be generalized. Some ordinary people have even tackled a Bengal tiger in a state of extreme anger."

Carter on the side frowned,

"Can't even Steve, a normal person?"

"Click"

Just when Albert wanted to say, "But he can choke the robot," there was a sound from the location of the Cosmic Cube.

"Sir, the prototype gemstone of unknown material has been taken out."

"According to the plan."

"Please wait...replacement completed."

Albert walked over and tapped the Rubik's Cube lightly, and the stream of particles turned into a pen and returned to his hand.

But no one noticed that the pen seemed to be a lot thicker, and the blue light of the Cosmic Rubik's Cube became less deep.

"Okay ladies and gentlemen, I will send the preliminary analysis report within three days.

What is certain is that in the future, the laboratories of the Strategic Science Corps will not need to pay electricity bills, and perhaps the entire world will no longer need it. "

When returning to the ground,

The black Cadillac was already parked at the door.

Sitting in the driver's seat was a black agent.

"Let's take a ride and have a late-night snack together?"

Albert had just stepped into the car with one foot when a hand patted his shoulder from behind.

It's Howard.

"There are too many things going on today, I'm tired."

Albert shook his head.

"I'm tired and I need to relax a bit. Let's go."

Albert didn't insist anymore because his eyes were attracted by a conspicuous red car not far away.

Sunglasses, mask, hooded top.

A tall man, completely covered, stood beside the car and waved to Carter as he walked past.

"Carter's bodyguard?"

"Husband. They're like Siamese twins."

There was a sense of disbelief in Howard's tone;

"I really don't know how they have managed to stay so glued together for so many years."

"A soldier or an agent?"

"I don't know, he should be an ordinary person."

Albert subconsciously felt something was wrong.

The pecs that hold up the coat, the broad shoulders.

"When did you get married?"

"Probably right after the war. What happened?"

But when World War II ended, Carter shouldn't have been immersed in the memory of Steve. He didn't remember that Carter was married in the TV series.

"It's nothing."

The man in the black hood turned sideways and opened the car door for Carter. Albert looked thoughtfully at the exaggerated buttocks.

The world is getting more and more interesting, but it wouldn't be a bad thing if it was really him.

……

Contrary to what he expected, Howard didn't take him to some luxurious and romantic place.

Inexplicably, Albert felt vaguely disappointed in his heart.

The car stopped in front of a small food truck that was full of grease and stains.

There were many African and Latin people crowded around the few white plastic tables, and the sound of drinking and noisy could be heard far away.

The boss is a fat black man with a shiny face.

"Same old rules, Bob, two cheeseburgers and two beers."

Howard raised his hand skillfully,

Albert frowned slightly.

"I do not drink."

"I know, both bottles are mine."

"What about the burgers?"

"That's all."

……

In the end, Albert only wanted the most ordinary beef burger and a pickle.

After squeezing for a while, I finally got a seat, and the burger was quickly served on an old but clean iron plate.

The bread is toasted golden brown, and the hot cheese flows out from the sandwich, exuding a greasy aroma.

Albert, who was already a little hungry, moved his index finger.

“The most authentic New York cheeseburger in Boston, try it.”

Howard said hello and got started.

"This is my favorite, bar none,"

They waited until the tips of their noses were sweating and Howard's first bottle of wine was about to be bottomed out before he spoke again,

"More than ten years ago, when Tony was about to be born, the Strategic Science Corps had just been formed, and Stark Industries was developing in full swing.

Maria has gotten to the point where she can't stand the sound of my chewing and sometimes I just have to eat dinner in the pantry. "

As he spoke, Howard picked up the second bottle of wine and knocked it on the corner of the table. The iron cap fell to the ground with a bang.

"Sometimes, I would walk along the brightly lit city all the way to here. At that time, one of the few small shops that were still open would order two burgers and two bottles of wine."

He waved to Bob, who was still working in the dining car.

The black man smiled honestly and nodded after seeing this.

"There was no one here at that time, and old Bob would always stay with me until the wee hours of the morning, even if I was the only one."

Howard raised the half-drunk second bottle of wine and touched it with the air.

"Tony, I have hardly spent much time with him in the past few years. In the blink of an eye, he is already a college student."

"He is only 17 years old. It is not too late to spend more time with him."

Albert bit the pickle and said silently.

In his previous life, he almost completely missed his daughter's elementary school and junior high school because of scientific research. For Xiaoxue, her father is more like a person who lives in the news and what others say.

"Yes, the 17-year-old MIT student who is about to graduate is much better than me."

Howard raised his head and took a sip of wine, with a hint of pride in his wry smile.

"The only time he took the initiative to talk to me in the past few months was yesterday when he asked if he could hire you to be his tutor at Stark Industries."

"Others envy my talent and my wealth, but..."

"Bala—"

The screeching sound of car tires scraping against the ground interrupted Howard.

A black car stopped on the side of the road, and a man in a suit in the driver's seat hurriedly got out of the car and ran to Howard.

It's Jarvis.

"Mr. Howard, the board of directors has held an impromptu meeting on weapons bidding and requires your participation."

Howard stood up helplessly and held up the last half bottle of wine.

This time Albert picked up the remaining small piece of pickled cucumber and clinked it with the bottle.

"Ha ha."

Howard drank it all in one gulp, patted Albert on the shoulder, turned around and got in the car.