Walk around the United States with the earth in your arms

You didn't even know what kind of help you were asking for, so you agreed?

Song Fang pouted.

But soon, the memory of the original owner flooded into his mind and he realized that it was not that the original owner was too casual, but the girl's special identity.

Her brother is one of the core members of the "New Avengers" and has a higher status than Billy's uncle.

Even though Billy was so arrogant in front of ordinary classmates, seeing her was like a mouse seeing a cat.

And apart from fear, it's hard to say whether there was any trace of dog-licking in Billy's attitude. After all, Debbie has a sweet voice, is friendly and energetic, and has excellent grades. She doesn't look like a child from a gang family at all. She is also the number one figure in school.

Now Song Fang remembered that this "New Avengers" was a gangster organization in a nearby neighborhood. Although they are a ragtag group of people, the advantage is that there are many people, and ordinary people would not dare to provoke them.

Song Fang could not find more specific information in the original owner's head.

It seemed that any memory that touched the original owner's memory deeply was difficult for his successor to access and needed to be explored a little bit.

Debbie glanced at her watch: "Oh, it's too late... Uh, wait, it's your first class..."

"It's okay." Song Fang said.

Debbie stuck out her tongue apologetically and pulled Song Fang quickly out of the teaching building.

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"There are two ribbons here, each three meters long. We need to hang two ribbons at the four corners of the gymnasium. Then I also need..."

"Liu Jiao."

"Oh. Thank you."

Debbie counted six more ribbons from the box.

Song Fang: "..."

He finally figured out what Debbie wanted him to do.

"I still have to hang colored balls on the ribbon. Here...here," Debbie murmured, "Well, there have to be three on that ribbon. Then I have to..."

"Twenty-four." Song Fang couldn't help it, "Miss Debbie, why don't you prepare a calculator? Or you can use a mobile phone."

Even the push-button cell phones of the past had calculator functions.

Hey~

Debbie's face is familiar and ready to eat.

"I, I, I..." Debbie was tongue-tied, "If my classmates see me typing on the calculator for such a trivial matter, that would be too... embarrassing..."

can you?

Song Fang has a question mark face.

As a person who has never been abroad at all, Song Fang actually has a strong stereotype about American imperialists, one of which is their poor computing skills.

In fact, this is wrong, but... Even if the basic calculation ability of the American people is really that bad, Debbie is already a teenager and cannot understand addition and subtraction within ten years. It seems that it is indeed not a glorious thing. .

...But if you find a human flesh calculator to report the numbers next to you, where has your glory gone?

Debbie counted enough colored balls from the box, stepped on the ladder, and prepared to go up.

But the ladder was dragged away from her by Song Fang.

"I'll do it. Just help me pass the colored balls and ribbons down there."

Song Fang said, climbing to the top of the ladder three times. Others are here, so we can't just stand there and be a human calculator.

"Debbie, who is this? Such a gentleman. Where did you get it?"

A dark-skinned girl who was decorating the stage snickered. "Hey kid, are you ready for flowers? Debbie likes tulips best."

"I hate it Jesse! Fang is our classmate."

"Oh? Then why didn't I know?"

"Because you only focus on cheerleading training every day!"

"Ahem." Song Fang interrupted the two girls, "Sorry, I'm usually too bored."

His host either goes to school or works part-time every day, and has no time to join clubs. He is just a transparent person in school. The only time it wasn't transparent was when Billy came and asked for money.

"It's okay, it's okay." Jesse said with a big smile, "Your name is Fang, right? My family is a flower shop, and today is a good opportunity. When Debbie comes on stage, you can give the flowers away and no one else can grab them. Let her go."

Debbie glared at Jesse.

"Oh~ Come on you two~ Remember to find me if you want to buy flowers~"

When Jesse saw that it was good, he stopped and looked at Song Fang with "I'm optimistic about you." Shi Shiran retreated to the backstage~

"..."

Song Fang touched his head.

This is all a mess.

"Feel sorry……"

Debbie whispered. "Jesse doesn't mean any harm, she just likes to sell her flowers everywhere. Today is a big day, how can you just do whatever you want..."

"What are you going to do today?" Song Fang asked.

His life as a host is really quite isolated from the world.

"Mr. Stan is coming to our school to give a speech. I will be responsible for sending him flowers and a badge of honor from our school."

Debbie said with some sadness, and handed another colored ball to Song Fang, "I think Mr. Stan doesn't like it. But...hey, forget it, if our school can get funding from the Stark Group, it should be Let more students get out of this poor and chaotic neighborhood and live a good life..."

Click it.

Debbie was stunned, and when she looked up, fragments of the colorful ball fell from Song Fang's hand onto her face.

"I'm sorry. Please get me another colored ball."

Song Fang tried his best to stay calm, "And what did you just say? Stark Group? Who is that Mr. Stan?"

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"No trace."

A forensic doctor in a white coat straightened up and said to the police officer beside him.

"There is no trace to prove that a big living person has been killed here. Kevin, are the words of that gang member really credible? If I remember correctly, he went through the discharge procedures in the brain trauma unit this afternoon, and then went directly to He must have been sent to a mental hospital."

The middle-aged police officer standing next to him shook his head.

He is Kevin, a member of the nypd.

At this time, he was not on a mission, but was dragging the forensic doctor Ed, who had a good relationship with him, over to conduct a private investigation.

"To be honest, I'm not sure, but there is a possibility of superheroes resurrecting, so I can't sit idly by and ignore it. I can't let the same thing happen a third time."

Ed patted Kevin on the shoulder: "Man, I know you're still sad. But little Mary is gone, and you have other children. They need you."

"I know. That's why I can't tolerate someone hurting us again in the name of protecting us."

Kevin said, his eyes becoming distant.

Outside the alley, graffiti on the wall depicts the tragic deaths of superheroes.

That's not a real death. Everyone who witnessed the battle died, and no one knew how they died.

Those graffiti are drawn by the people who painted the graffiti, how they want those "heroes" to die.

"The world no longer needs the Avengers, nor the people who think they can protect us."

"The only one who can protect us is ourselves."

"Anyone who wants to be a superhero, I will find him and stop him."

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Near noon, students from Songfang School gathered in the gymnasium.

The original owner of Song Fang's body had completely forgotten about this event.

Amid the applause of the students, Obadiah Stane, the villain in "Iron Man 1" and the current president of Stark Corporation, stepped onto the stage.