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

In a French restaurant two blocks away,

When Howard finished his third glass of white wine and Albert was feeling dizzy with hunger, the waiter finally brought the appetizer.

French caviar with seafood jelly and king crab tart,

Surrounded by three equally spaced circles of green parsley and gold foil crumbles.

Looking at the huge gold-rimmed white porcelain plate with only food the size of a baby's fist in the middle,

Albert was already regretting why he didn't buy a cheeseburger on the way back to the hotel.

Although the portion is small, the taste is decent. The saltiness of the caviar stimulates the taste buds, and the taste is refreshing and pleasant.

“I really don’t know where else in the universe other than the earth one can taste such a work of art.

By the way, Albert, although none of us are experts in astronomy, do you believe in the existence of aliens? "Howard asked casually without raising his head as he stuffed the last bit of crab tower into his mouth with his fork.

"From a quantum perspective, I'll never know for sure whether aliens exist until I see them."

"Hahahahaha."

Howard laughed heartily.

At this time, the waiter changed the table wine to Zinfandel wine, and at the same time served the main course, grilled beef tenderloin and duck liver.

"Emmm," Howard took a deep breath,

"I can already smell the aroma of beef fat, so today's 'main course' please."

As he spoke, he supported the table, stretched his body towards Albert, and whispered,

"Suppose, I mean suppose, that there is an energy source from extraterrestrial sources, the energy intensity of which is hundreds of millions of times or more than Ivan the Great, would you be interested?"

It is indeed the Cosmic Cube, and it seems SHIELD has dug it out from under the glacier.

In this universe, space gems can be regarded as one of the best energy sources.

Albert suppressed his inner excitement, ate beef tenderloin and duck liver, and said vaguely,

"Let's be direct, Howard. There's no scientist who isn't interested in this stuff.

I'm sure you know very well that there is no one better than me when it comes to energy,

So now maybe you should give me some more detailed information. "

Albert has always believed that this direct attitude works well with smart people.

This is the experience gained from applying for projects countless times in my previous life.

"Uh...of course, but..."

Howard was stunned for a moment.

This was obviously beyond his expectation,

Unexpected success.

He originally thought that it would take a lot of time or even money or other things (perhaps Natasha was one of them) to impress this young man with the title of Quantum God.

To this end, he even investigated Albert's family situation and living habits over the past eighteen years.

I have never tried sports, have no interest in campus life, and have known everything about science since I was a child.

To ordinary people, these labels may seem unusual, but if it was Albert, then Howard would not be surprised.

This is of course Albert's forged resume.

"To tell you the truth, Albert, this is one of the most important scientific research projects of the military, so..."

As he spoke, Howard took out two stacks of documents,

One stack was stamped with the words "Level 3 Confidential", and the other stack was a confidentiality agreement thicker than a dinner plate.

Glancing at the deep blue light of the Cosmic Rubik's Cube that can be felt even in the picture, Albert quickly finished signing.

The moment he put down his pen, Howard couldn't help but raise his glass with excitement.

But he immediately remembered that Albert was not very interested in wine, so he drank it all.

The energy of the Cosmic Cube seems to be infinite, but past research has been stagnant.

If Albert joins in, he believes that humans will soon not have to worry about energy.

"So the Cosmic Cube in Norse mythology does exist?"

Albert smacked his mouth in feigned surprise.

"Yes. During World War II, Schmidt, the leader of Hydra, was obsessed with Norse mythology..."

"Have you ever thought about it, if the Cosmic Cube, the mythical treasure of Odin, really exists, then where are the Nordic gods?"

After listening to Howard describe the plot of Captain America for a few minutes, Albert interrupted him.

"Our preliminary analysis is that the Cosmic Cube is the energy source of an advanced alien civilization, and it just happened to be written into the myth."

"Oh."

Albert showed a meaningful smile. From a certain perspective, Asgard is indeed an advanced alien civilization.

But it's still early before the arrival of the God of Thunder. After getting the Cosmic Cube, things in Northern Europe may never affect him.

……

"French lemon tart."

Just as Albert listened boredly to Howard's passionate introduction to the Cosmic Cube,

A male waiter brought the final dessert.

This is not the first time I have eaten French food, but I am still speechless at the small portion. I am just five full.

Albert's evaluation is that it is not as good as the Long Jiang Pork Knuckle Rice in Chinatown next to it.

"Excuse me, can you pack two main dishes to take away?" Albert stopped the waiter who had just turned to leave.

Grilled beef tenderloin and duck liver, a perfect blend of hard and soft, with a hint of rosemary aroma.

It was the only thing he remembered about the meal.

"Sorry sir, I'm very sorry, I'm afraid that's not possible. Our dishes will not be sold individually, nor will we provide take-out service."

The waiter refused politely and coldly.

"Ok."

"No way, man, I'm a regular customer here. Just two main dishes. I believe the chef hasn't gotten off work yet."

Just as Albert rolled his eyes speechlessly and began to think about what other small food trucks were still operating on the road, Howard spoke up.

"terribly sorry……"

"Okay. Jarvis, get my bag."

Seeing that the waiter still refused, Howard shouted to the next table.

Taking the bag from Jarvis, who was wearing a black suit, Howard turned out a stack of checks and quickly wrote something on them. Jarvis was already dialing the phone very experiencedly.

"Sorry sir, I'm afraid it's not about tips or money."

Smiling, Howard stood up and handed the check filled with zeros to Jarvis.

"It's okay Howard, no need..."

"How soon can I buy this restaurant?"

"..."

Two minutes later, Howard raised his hand again and called the waiter.

"Two entrees are packaged for the gentleman opposite, and under new regulations in the future, any dish can be sold separately."

Then he smiled and nodded to the eyes around him.

"A bottle of champagne will be given to each table.

In the name of Mr. Albert Irving. "