Walk around the United States with the earth in your arms

Billy was stunned for a moment and said, "No..1kanshu" regardless of whether he had finished reading the words on the note.

Before coming to the meeting, his uncle repeatedly emphasized to him that he would never admit that he had super powers. Otherwise, those anti-superpower organizations will definitely come to him and cause trouble.

This is what society is like now. People can accept a child risking his life and using courage and luck to save himself and his friends in critical situations, but it is absolutely impossible to accept someone who can shoot electro-optical waves at an iron brick. If it is the latter, even a child who has just learned to suck will be thrown into the toilet and drowned.

Anti-superhero law, this is a law.

Of course, "admit" is not the right word, because Billy has no superpowers at all.

"So how do you explain the video circulating on the Internet?" The reporter was reluctant. "In the video, you launch blue energy waves to fight against Iron Man Tony Stark. How do you do this without relying on superpowers? A little?"

"I didn't. That was a video made to frame me."

"Oh? Within half an hour of the incident, the first video was uploaded. Is the speed of video production so fast now? There are also pictures and text tweets, etc., which once set off a wave of carnival on the Internet. May I ask what exactly you have done that would lead to so many people spreading relevant remarks on the Internet to frame you?"

"You...what do you mean!" Billy's face turned red. "Didn't I tell you everything? I didn't. They were all framed for me! Don't you understand? Why can't we drag this guy down? ?”

The last words were spoken to Stan.

Stan's face twitched.

——Do you think I don’t want to drag that guy down?

But didn’t you forget that there were other reporters nearby? Can I be as shameless as you?

Well, for the sake of his own plan, Stan decided to endure it. He patted Billy on the shoulder and consoled him affectionately: "Kid, it's nothing. Let's just talk about it, right?"

Anyway, Stan prepared a note for Billy with everything written on it.

Billy's close relatives are core members of the New Avengers. This gang has been rampant in low-income communities in recent years and has attracted a lot of attention. This is an excellent shield, for example, it can be used to explain this "framing".

Before arriving, Stan's secretary handed the note to George. Billy must have seen it.

But what Stan didn't know was that although Billy read the piece of paper back and forth several times on the way here, he was so nervous that he actually couldn't remember the words on the paper in his mind. When he arrived at the venue, his eyes were attracted by the exquisite snacks and snacks, and he stopped reciting the lines carefully.

Now on the stage, with so many people looking at him, the cameras pointing at him, and the flashes crackling like whips, Billy's mind has long gone blank.

The reporter asked again: "So, can you describe in detail the situation when you rescued people?"

Billy immediately breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his head to read the note.

The note is gone? !

Oh yes, before the show started, Stan's people came over and took away the note!

Nonsense, if you read the note in front of so many people, wouldn't you make so many reporters and dignitaries look like fools?

Billy raised his head in confusion, looked at the reporter, and then looked at Stan for help.

His lips moved but he couldn't say a word.

The veins on Stan's forehead jumped, and he turned the microphone to his side, "What exactly do you want to ask?"

"It's nothing, I just want to find out the truth." The reporter curled his lips, "For example, is it really Tony Stark who attacked the school?"

At this time, Stan's veins were not only bulging, but there was even more murderous intent in his eyes.

He really couldn't understand how this person got in. Before the start, his secretary carefully selected the attendees, especially reporters, to ensure that only press releases beneficial to Stark Group would be released.

But he couldn't kill him. At least not now.

Stan then said: "The campus attack is still under investigation, so at this stage, we really cannot confirm Tony Stark who caused the attack. From my personal feelings, I also really don't hope that the initiator is indeed Tony." After all, our company's name is the same as his and his father's. We have already been dragged into trouble by him once because of Infinity War, and I don't want to do it again."

This somewhat humorous statement elicited some laughter. The reporter also smiled and seemed quite satisfied.

The atmosphere finally eased up a bit.

Stan finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just when he was about to say something more to get rid of the confusion in front of him, the reporter actually opened his mouth again: "But are you sure that the return of Iron Man, especially in such a posture of being a public enemy, will not affect Stan?" Does Tucker Group only have negative connotations?”

"Sorry, you talk too much. We don't need anyone here to exonerate Iron Man." Stan finally couldn't bear it any more, so he randomly found a big hat and threw it over, then raised his hand.

Security staff were immediately dispatched.

"I just want to find out the truth. People have the right to know the truth! Let me go!"

The reporter was dragged down. His microphone was taken away long before he struggled, and soothing music sounded in the hall at the right time, and his shouts could only be heard by those nearby.

Debbie stood on her tiptoes and looked at the man.

Suddenly, her arm was grabbed by someone beside her.

Just as Debbie was about to struggle, she heard the man whisper in her ear and asked: "Sorry, are you Miss Debbie Swan? Jerry is your brother, right?"

"Who are you?" Debbie asked.

"Your brother is waiting for you outside." The man said.

Debbie stared at the man suspiciously. He's quite young, and there's nothing wrong with his appearance alone.

But Debbie didn't recognize him.

Debbie took out her cell phone and sent a message to Jerry, asking if he was coming to pick her up.

Jerry: I'm bored watching you on TV. Why don't you go home? There is Chinese food to eat, which is much better than the Chinese restaurants outside.

It must be the craftsmanship of Grandma Song Fang.

With a sweet smile on her face, Debbie replied "I'll go down right away" to Jerry, and said to the man: "I can go down by myself, you don't have to send me off. I know the way."

The man nodded and did not pester Debbie.

Debbie felt more relieved, looked around, found a way, and quietly left the venue. She almost forgot that this event was being broadcast live, so she had to be careful not to be photographed.

Closing the door to the venue, Debbie pressed the elevator button. You will be able to eat delicious food soon~Happy~

As for Billy and George, you two can stay here and enjoy yourself.

With a ding dong, the elevator arrived.

"Debbie, help me!"

George stumbled out of the darkness.

At this time, almost at the same time, Song Fang's cell phone vibrated.

At first, Song Fang thought it was a friend of a passerby calling the unlucky passerby and ignored it. Unexpectedly, the call persisted. He hung up several times, and even when the phone was turned off, the other party could still call.

Now Song Fang didn't dare to answer, let alone not to answer.

He cautiously put the phone to his ear and said nothing.

"Is this Mr. Song?" A very knowledgeable female voice came from the other side, "Your friend, Ms. Debbie Swan, needs your help now."