Walk around the United States with the earth in your arms

So, what is the situation now?

Two punks call themselves the avengers.

A serious superhero, one of the founders of the Avengers, was lying on the ground in rags and being beaten.

Then, I, Song Fang, am holding an earth in my hand?

Song Fang seemed to smell a hint of paste. Probably his head was smoking.

Forget it, no matter so much.

Anyway, according to the prompts of the navigator system, he needs energy. Tony has energy, and the two gangsters are beating Tony.

"Hey, are you deaf? Get out of here!"

The gangster came towards Song Fang while cursing.

His accomplice also temporarily stopped the violence and followed the former, taking out a small pistol from his arms as he walked over.

What, what should I do?

Song Fang swallowed. He was originally a homebody. Not only did he not get any benefits from traveling through time, but he almost starved to death because he landed in the body of a twelve-year-old boy who was malnourished all year round.

Wearing it again, the host doesn't seem to have much fighting power.

System, do me a favor!

Without thinking, Song Fang raised his hand and pointed at the gangster in front of him.

Light flashed in his palm, and then, boom!

A beam of light flew straight out from his palm and hit the gangster in front of him!

The gangster didn't even have time to scream, before he was enveloped in dazzling ice-blue light. Then the human-shaped light shrank inward and scattered into spots of light all over the sky.

A big living person just disappeared!

So scary jpg!

"Hello!"

Song Fang's heart collapsed. System, why are you so anxious to fire!

What he wanted to fight was actually the gangster walking behind! That man has a gun in his hand!

I saw the gangster behind him let out an "ah" sound, his legs softened and he fell to the ground, and a pungent liquid flowed from under him.

But the gun was still in his hand, and he was raising the gun and pulling the trigger towards Song Fang.

The insurance is not on.

The gangster opened the safety tremblingly and almost dropped the gun on the ground.

Don't let him have a chance to shoot! Song Fang is targeting him this time!

Uh.

There was no other way, Song Fang rushed forward!

The gangster turned on the safety, but the bullet was not loaded yet.

Bullets loaded!

Song Fang also rushed in front of him, activated the "without thinking" skill again, and slapped him.

Song Fang regretted it as soon as he waved his hand downward. He has never practiced. He can use a hammer when he slaps someone, and he can slap a bag on the head of that little gangster.

This is the time to insert your eyes! Choke! Kick in the crotch!

Just when he thought of this, Song Fang's palm had already touched the little gangster's head, and he was about to take a flying kick to practice the self-defense skills he accidentally saw online.

However, who would have expected that the gangster rolled his eyes and fell limply to the ground.

A big bag shot up from the gangster's head at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"..."

Song Fang blinked.

Oh, by the way, when I took the picture just now, it felt a little wrong.

There seemed to be something tingling in the palm of my hand.

Oh, wait, he does seem to have something in his hand.

"..."

The thing is still stuck in his palm. Song Fang bent his fingers and held it, but did not dare to turn it over and take a look.

What if the earth is accidentally smashed into pieces in the palm of his hand, what should he tell his fellow villagers...

"Cough cough."

The homeless man lying on the ground moved.

never mind. Let’s quickly resolve the energy issue.

Otherwise, it would not be that the earth was smashed into pieces by him, but that the earth would return to its original size and he would be beaten into pieces.

Song Fang took a deep breath and went over to help the homeless man up.

Song Fang breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the system prompt.

It's just that although I don't quite understand what the channel signal strength of 1/100 means, it is at least very low.

Moreover, Song Fang initially thought that the so-called energy source was Tony's Ark Reactor. But after touching Tony's chest, Song Fang found no trace of the Ark reactor.

Oh, by the way, the shrapnel in Tony's body had been removed long before Captain America III, and he no longer needed to install a reactor on his body.

Could it be that Tony himself is the so-called energy source anchor?

"Hey kid, watch where your hands are."

The tramp smelled of alcohol and spoke incoherently.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Tony." Song Fang said, "But... why are you here?"

"I'm not Tony. You have the wrong person."

Tony said, standing up against the wall and about to leave.

As a result, after taking a few steps, my feet felt weak again.

"You come home with me first." Song Fang supported Tony and walked out of the alley.

"Family?"

Tony lowered his head, half asleep, with a desolate smile on his face, "My home is gone a long time ago..."

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"I am back."

Song Fang said as he pushed open the door in front of him.

The cane hit the broken floor. A gray-haired old woman held the cane in one hand and stretched out her other hand to touch her surroundings. She walked out of the bedroom: "Where have you been? Grandma is so worried..."

"Sorry grandma, the boss asked me to count the inventory, which took a while."

Song Fang took a step forward so that the old woman's hand could touch him.

The old man rubbed Song Fang's face with his rough palms. His cloudy eyes were unfocused but full of smiles. "Okay, just come back. Are you hungry? Grandma will give you hot food... Huh? Is there anyone else next to you?"

"Well, a friend of mine."

Song Fang said vaguely and put Tony, who had fallen asleep, on the sofa. "Grandma, you don't have to be busy, I can do it myself. Your eyes..."

"It's okay. Grandma can see it." The old man walked towards the kitchen with a smile. "You clean up quickly and go to bed after eating. You have to go to school tomorrow."

Song Fang exhaled and looked around.

It was dilapidated and cramped, and nothing was intact. Even the sofa under Tony had two springs popping out.

This is Song Fang’s home in this world.

According to the information given to him by the system, Song Fang time traveled to a person with the same name again this time.

Song Fang, born in Brooklyn, is a third-generation Chinese immigrant. I just turned eighteen this year and am a sophomore in a nearby high school.

Oh, by the way, even though he is a third-generation immigrant, Song Fang does not have an official English name. The name corresponding to his social security number is Song Fang, and the English form is fangsong.

Even among first-generation immigrants, this insistence on Chinese names is rare.

This persistence will naturally bring some trouble to Song Fang. In memory, Song Fang's mother also wanted to change his name, but considering that this was the only imprint his father left on him, she finally gave up.

His mother passed away suddenly seven years ago, leaving Song Fang and his grandmother alone to depend on each other. In the past two years, my grandmother's cataracts have become more serious and she is close to blindness. Song Fang can only go to school during the day and do odd jobs after school, barely maintaining the livelihood of both his grandfather and grandson.

It's also miserable.

But in terms of comparison, Tony, who was snoring loudly on the sofa, might be worse than him.

From a superhero admired by millions, to a spendthrift playboy, to a disheveled tramp, what has Tony Stark experienced?