Walk around the United States with the earth in your arms

Debbie is gone. .shung

Oh, gone.

Song Fang rubbed his cheek.

Really, isn’t it just being kissed?

In other words, after being single for more than 20 years, it was just the first time she was kissed, or something like that!

Bed number three, right?

"Sir, be careful of the wall!"

"sorry."

Finally, after a lot of hard work, Song Fang found his grandmother's bed.

In fact, it didn't take long, only a few minutes, but Song Fang felt it was too long.

"Boy, who are you looking for?"

The uncle lying on bed No. 3 asked kindly.

Song Fang turned around. Did he remember it wrong, or was his brain burned and he mistook 2 for 3?

No, this is indeed bed number 3.

"Ms. Theresa Fang? She has been picked up."

The little nurse who was asked by Song Fang checked the system and answered.

picked up?

"Can you please find out who picked her up and left?" Song Fang asked.

The little nurse lowered her head and checked again.

While Song Fang waited, he searched carefully in the memory of the original owner, and found that besides himself, his grandmother had any relatives living nearby.

Even if there was, Song Fang didn't tell them that grandma was in the hospital.

"Found it," the little nurse said, "Her grandson's name is fang...song.og. This name is really hard to pronounce."

"I am Song Fang."

Song Fang said in shock.

He was cold from his feet to his head.

"What does that person look like? Can you get surveillance?"

"Sorry, I don't remember..." the little nurse shook her head in distress, "We don't have the authority to call up the monitoring."

Song Fang rushed out of the hospital and suddenly stopped.

People were coming and going outside the hospital, but where should he go?

Where is grandma?

Who is it, pretending to be him and picking up grandma?

What on earth do they want to do!

"Hello, are you Fang?" A passerby came over holding a mobile phone, "Someone wants to chat with you."

Song Fang grabbed the phone and put it to his ear: "Who are you, my grandma!"

At the same time he quickly searched his surroundings with his eyes.

Being able to call him means that person is nearby!

"Stop looking. You can't see mine."

The voice on the other side was very hoarse and had obviously been processed. "I, Tony Stark, will not be found by a young boy like you."

Ten minutes ago, Song Fang would have burst into laughter, but now he clenched his fists and asked in a deep voice: "What do you want?"

"You love your grandma very much, right?" The man said to himself, "Do you want to hear your grandma's voice?"

The sound of the steel pipe rubbing against the ground immediately reached Song Fang's ears.

"No! No!" Song Fang shouted quickly, "I will do whatever you want me to do, don't bother the old man!"

"Very good. You are very sensible."

After the other person finished speaking, he reported a list of addresses, "Can you find this place? I'll give you twenty minutes to get there. If it's late... your grandma's eyes don't seem to be very good. Let's help her treat it."

Communication was cut off on the other side.

Song Fang listened blankly to the busy tone.

"Um... I wonder if you still want this phone?"

The passerby looked at the mobile phone in Song Fang's hand. Even though it was a one-off, it might be able to sell for some money.

Song Fang looked up at him.

"Uh..." the passerby stepped back, "Sorry, I don't want it anymore, really... Hey, my phone! It's been robbed!"

Song Fang pulled the man's paw to unlock his phone, then turned around and quickly left the hospital entrance.

The passers-by around heard the sound and looked over, but most of them just took a look. Their own injuries were more important.

Finally, when someone chased Song Fang, Song Fang could no longer be found.

Twenty minutes later, an unfinished building appeared in front of Song Dynasty.

The paint on the "xx Central Market Project" sign is mottled, and the tape prohibiting entry has been damaged and broken, fluttering in the cool evening breeze under the setting sun.

The surrounding residential buildings are similarly dilapidated. On the straight street, looking from one end to the other, not even more than three pedestrians could be found.

Song Fang's shadow was stretched long, falling on the exposed steel wall of the unfinished building and the stench of garbage inside.

"I have arrived."

Song Fang swallowed and took a breath, "What's next? What do you want me to do?"

"Come in and go to the third floor."

Song Fang walked in, found the stairs, and climbed to the third floor.

The sun itself has sunk below the horizon, leaving only the afterglow shining on the clouds.

Several people walked out from behind the pillars of the unfinished shopping mall.

"Where's my grandma?"

Song Fang asked them.

"Want to see your grandma?" One of them raised his gun: "Use your hand in exchange."

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Stark Group headquarters building.

The destruction of this building by the New Avengers is still visible to the naked eye. After all, the time since the riot has passed may not be enough to watch "Avengers IV".

But as for the extent of the damage, that's about it. The building has only scratched the surface, and the cleaner's desire to complain may not be as strong as the gardener responsible for the nearby green belt.

Even some traces of damage have been preserved artificially. Otherwise, if there is no trace of the building being able to be seen even if a large number of troops are mobilized to target it, then the people who attack the building will be very embarrassed.

The sun has set in the west, but night has not yet arrived.

Luxury cars parked in front of the Stark Building from time to time.

"Against superheroes!"

"Against superhuman beings!"

"Erase supernormal genes from the human gene pool!"

The chants of the parade floated over the building.

But people going in and out of Stark Tower were not affected at all.

Stan stood at the door in person, with a bandage on his head and a slightly pale face, but he was still seriously injured and personally greeted all the guests.

The reporters squatted at the door, their flashbulbs flashing non-stop.

But the atmosphere was not warm, but rather solemn. The guests coming and going all wore low-key black suits or suits and spoke softly, as if they were afraid of disturbing anything.

A slightly simple-looking car parked at the door of the Stark Building.

Stan, who was talking to other guests, said sorry, walked over quickly, and opened his arms to the man who got out of the car: "Arthur, long time no see, I miss you very much."

"What a pity. People from your company often see me on various occasions, so I don't miss you that much."

The visitor also opened his arms and hugged Stan.

Flashes flashed quickly, and reporters' cameras captured the two people's passionate embrace. However, the volume of the conversation between the two was only heard by the other party.

"This breaks my heart." Stan laughed, "Ludwig has declined, Boeing has completely transformed into civilian development, and several other military industrial companies cannot match ours in terms of quality, output, and technological content of their products. Stark Group, why doesn’t the Ministry of Defense like us?”

"Because we don't need it."

Arthur, from the Department of Defense, had an "I've said it a thousand times" look on his face.