Walk around the United States with the earth in your arms

"So what you're saying is that if half of the people die, then they'll die, and as long as you live, it'll be fine anyway?"

Tony asked Kevin. .1kanshu

"Of course not. My wife died in the first snap of my fingers. Can you imagine how I felt watching her turn to ashes in my arms? Oh, probably not."

Kevin grinned, it looked like a smile, but it was fierce and sad. "At that time, I thought I could give everything, just hoping to get her back, but I never thought that what I needed to pay for was actually my daughter..."

Kevin's colleague patted Kevin through Tony and comforted him.

"And even if I gave up my daughter, I couldn't get my wife back!" Kevin's eyes were red. "Why take them away. Why not me. Why only keep me. I don't understand..."

The air inside the police car was extremely oppressive.

After sorting out his mood, Kevin continued: "It's not that we don't miss those who died, it's just that we need to continue to live. People like us, from the day we were born, have to face one truth, that is, life Some hurdles are insurmountable gaps - this may be difficult for Mr. Tony Stark, the proud man of heaven, to understand."

"Of course I understand." Tony said, "It's just that many times you don't try to jump, how can you be sure that you can't cross it?"

Kevin's colleague said: "You have already fallen into the ditch once, why would you fall in the same ditch a second time?"

"Now I know why I sent you two to the left and right to sandwich me in the middle." Tony looked at the two people from left to right, "What, do you want to have a private trial?"

"No, we will not try you privately. What you do must be handed over to the people, and let the people judge your merits and demerits." Kevin said righteously.

Tony curled his lips: "I guess my reputation among the people is not that good anymore, right?"

"Yeah. You are no longer the genius, billionaire, playboy and philanthropist." Kevin's colleagues said sarcastically, "You have lost everything you can to confuse the people. The trial at this time is Most just.”

"Sorry, I'm still a genius." Tony corrected.

Kevin's colleague made a sound of disdain.

Unexpectedly, Kevin nodded. "Yes, you are indeed a genius, from beginning to end. So people will not relax their vigilance against you just because you are not wearing hard clothes."

"Oh?" Tony raised his eyebrows, "How do they want to keep me vigilant? By the way, tell me about anti-superhero laws? The copy I bought was thrown into the ditch."

"The court will first rate you as a superpower according to the anti-superhero law, and then take corresponding measures against you based on the level of the rating." Kevin said, "Congratulations, Mr. Iron Man, your rating is definitely the highest. I think The most optimistic outcome for you is probably to just remain conscious. This is without considering the sentencing based on the crimes you have committed before."

"Stay conscious?" Tony asked, "Like Dr. Zola?"

"The best possible outcome."

"Oh, okay." Tony murmured, "It seems I can only live forever."

No one in the car spoke.

Kevin's colleagues had a smile on their lips and looked at Tony with evil eyes, as if they wanted to find fear on his face, so that they could keep repeating the description in the pub for decades to come, so as to impress their colleagues. Made him laugh out loud.

Kevin looked at Tony cautiously, his fingers always on the handle of the gun. If anything happened to Tony, he would react immediately.

Sandwiched between the two of them, Tony felt awkward whether he looked to the left or right, so he simply looked ahead.

There are no street lights on both sides, the road in front is broken, and the place where we are driving now has not been built at all. The car lights swept across the road, but could only illuminate a small area in front of them. The thick darkness always lay in front of everyone, like some kind of living monster, which made people feel very powerless.

Tony closed his eyes tiredly.

——Mr. Stark, I don't feel good.

Tony's eyes shot open.

No.

Nothing at all.

That child didn't even have ashes left.

He wanted to save the child.

He tried and failed.

Once again, failed.

Yes, he committed a crime.

He committed a breach of contract.

He once swore to protect him and watch him surpass himself. The results of it?

Those eyes that admired him looked at him with fear and begged him, "I don't want to die."

What did he do?

He couldn't do anything, not even hold him.

He was also guilty of arrogance.

He thought he could save them again, he thought he was omnipotent, but reality told him that he was wrong.

Because of his self-righteousness, more people lost people important to them. Thousands of people were still alive, and the wounds in their hearts were still bleeding. He failed to heal their wounds, but instead kicked their wounds severely.

Is he really wrong?

Tony asked himself.

Thanos will come when he comes, and he will strike when he snaps his fingers. Compared with hard steel, it would be better to upload the consciousness of the whole people in advance, and then wait for the snap of fingers to create new bodies for the half of the people who lost their lives. Wouldn't this be a better choice? Some?

Of course, in order to realize this choice, there are still some key points that need to be broken through at the technical level, but we can do it, right?

Just like facing a tornado, what we need to do is to hide in the shelter instead of rushing into the eye of the storm and yelling "I'm not afraid of you."

Is that right?

So if a storm threatens to overturn our farms, tear our homes apart, and play with our lives, do we still have to give in?

Tony blinked. So dry.

His eyes were all bloodshot.

It's been less than two weeks since I returned, and the two hours I spent sleeping at that high school student's house made me feel more at ease.

Speaking of which, that high school student's name is really hard to pronounce. Just "fang", this "song", is this a sound that people can pronounce?

How in the world could there be such a weird name!

Tony, who was complaining fiercely in his mind, didn't even notice that his expression softened.

Tony remembered his first conversation with Song Fang at Song Fang's house. At that time, Song Fang asked with excitement on his face to teach him something. Tony didn't want to admit it, but he was really scared.

Don't do it again.

Fortunately, Song Fang never mentioned it again, as if the request was just to keep him in his home, and he jumped out of his wits. Why did Song Fang have to keep him at home, who was no different from a wanted criminal?

Although Tony felt a little strange, he was relieved.

From Tony's perspective, he felt that Song Fang didn't admire him that much.

Tony would definitely feel unhappy if it were left in the past.

But now, he just wants to say, well, it's good.

Tony was in a very calm mood when the car exploded.