Walk around the United States with the earth in your arms

"Are you awake?"

Debbie said happily.

Song Fang rubbed his eyes. "Where... am I?"

"My home." Debbie said, "You were too tired and fainted, so I brought you back. That..."

She lowered her head, her face blushing. "Thank you for saving me..."

"Yeah. It's okay."

Song Fang said and sat up.

The place was small and dark, surrounded by a pile of debris. It seemed to be a storage room.

This is a bit strange.

Moreover, Debbie said that he fainted from being too tired, which Song Fang disagreed with.

He touched the back of his head.

A piece of hair was missing.

It seems that his last memory was correct and a bullet did hit him.

Song Fang carefully recalled his position at that time. Since he was shot in the back, the bullet...should have come from the direction of the stage.

Looking at the time, he saw that he had slept for about two hours. Taking another look at the system, the remaining energy is 0999997%.

It turns out that the decimal point of this thing can be accurate to so many places.

Song Fang was frightened for a while. Fortunately, the 1% energy increased in time, otherwise he would have been doomed.

The light at the door was blocked.

"Jerry, Fang is awake."

Debbie said happily to the person at the door.

"I'm not blind."

The man in a turban at the door lowered his head, passed the door, and walked in.

A poker face can lower the room temperature by two degrees.

It seems that Debbie's electricity bill is very economical.

"Let me introduce you, this is my brother Jerry."

"He's not blind either." Jerry said, "Hey, are you awake? Get out of here."

"Jerry, what's your attitude?" Debbie was unhappy, "If there is no solution, I will die!"

"you?"

Jerry had a poker face, glanced around his sister, and then said seriously: "Don't worry, it won't happen. Fools are blessed."

Debbie lunged at him to bite him.

"Jerry, the cop is gone."

Someone outside the house said.

Jerry raised his hand to the people outside the door to show that he understood.

"Why did the police come?" Song Fang asked, "Is it... because of me?"

"It seems that you are a little smarter than my sister. She must be scolding me in her heart now for hiding you in the storage room." Jerry said seriously, "There is such a talented stranger in our neighborhood. , why can’t I come to express my congratulations?”

"Don't listen to Jerry's nonsense. It's just a routine check." Debbie said to Song Fang.

"It's just that every routine inspection happens after a suspected superhero appears. It seems like there is an Avengers member hidden in the cupboard of this old house we call the 'New Avengers'."

Jerry shrugged, "Let's get a large-caliber gun. Even the police are worried about a Punisher coming out here. If a real one shows up today, how can they not be nervous?"

"Listening to what you said, I seem to be quite angry." Song Fang said.

Jerry took out a fruit machine from his arms and threw it to Song Fang.

--Shock! Iron Man reappears, attacking the people indiscriminately!

——Iron Man actually attacked students! The students suffered heavy casualties!

——The hero turns his gun, just because the people no longer need him?

——Mr. Stan was hospitalized with serious injuries, Stark Group issued a statement.

Several bright headlines made Song Fang's eyes hurt.

These are official media.

Song Fang opened Twitter and Facebook again.

-This is hell! Luckily someone rescued us!

——New version of Iron Man!

——Old iron is dead, new iron is born!

Text, pictures, animations, short videos...

Flying all over the sky.

"..."

Song Fang twitched the corner of his mouth. These classmates are quite leisurely. Death just passed by them, and they were still in a leisurely mood.

Song Fang clicked on several videos and animated pictures. Fortunately, everyone around Song Fang and Debbie was dead, and the other students were at a certain distance from them, so no pictures or videos of his face were found yet.

Song Fang clicked on another one.

The website prompts that the video does not exist.

"I thought the American emperors all had freedom of speech," Song Fang said.

Jerry raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Do you really want to be popular?"

Song Fang shook his head and returned the phone to Jerry.

If he can no longer see that the world hates heroes, then he will be truly blind.

Also, don’t forget that bullet from the shadows.

The less trouble, the better.

"Is there anything else uncomfortable?" Debbie asked.

"No. I feel refreshed." Song Fang got up from the small bed made of boxes, "I'll go back first. Thank you."

"Jerry! Debbie! Are you okay?"

Rude shouts came in, and at the same time, the door outside was violently pushed open.

In other words, it was simply knocked open. The door panel hit the wall next to it with a bang, and the loose leaf broke with a miserable crackle.

A short, stocky, middle-aged man with a cigar in his mouth walked carelessly into the room.

Debbie and Jerry both came out. Jerry always had that poker face on his face, glaring at whoever was pregnant, staring at the short and fat man: "Uncle George, what are you doing?"

"Of course I came to see my sweet niece. Debbie, are you okay? I heard that something happened to you, but it made me so anxious that I really wanted to rush over here right away. Who knew that a lot of shit would hold me back? .This damn Iron Man, I must make him pay the price!"

George declared angrily.

Then he turned to Debbie: "It's true that Billy didn't tell me even after I saved you, which made me anxious."

"Uncle George," Debbie said helplessly, "it wasn't Billy who saved me..."

"Impossible. I went to the scene. In such a tragic scene, only Billy can save you."

George directly rejected Debbie's remarks. "Silly girl, I know you are doing this for Billy's own good and don't want him to be targeted by those from the anti-super team. You are such a good girl, and my uncle likes you more and more..."

The corner of Debbie's mouth twitched, and she turned back to the utility room: "Fang, come out... Fang?"

The utility room was empty, except for the window that was open.

"Jerry, please..."

"What the hell, we're talking about Billy." George continued to spit, "Billy's leg was slightly injured and he's just going home now. Debbie, go buy a bouquet of flowers and see him, so that he will definitely be more I like you and would rather marry you... Hey, Jerry, you, please put me down!"

beep—

The TV in the living room was always on, showing news about the campus being attacked by a person suspected of being Iron Man. It's muted, so there's no sense of presence.

But it suddenly began to scream in the unique way of electronic products.

The screen playing the news suddenly went black, and then, a gloomy steel mask slowly faded out of the darkness as thick as ink.

"Good afternoon everyone."

"I'm Iron Man."

"I am back."

.

.

.

The secretary walked into the VIP ward and stood with his hands down.

"Is everything done?"

Stan asked leisurely while sitting on a swivel chair holding a red wine glass in one hand.

Although he was wearing a hospital gown, no wounds could be found on his body. Oh, that’s not accurate. There are still some scratches on my palms.

"Everything else has been taken care of. But..." the secretary swallowed, "we haven't been able to find the student's body yet."

"Oh. That means he's not dead."

Stan finished speaking lightly and drank the drink in one gulp, "Then it's time for me to go see him."