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After abducting Moira back in the last operation, relying on his editing ability, Zhang Ming read "Long Live Hydra" in Moira's ear every now and then. After being beaten up many times, he confirmed that Moira was A pure S.H.I.E.L.D. agent with nothing to do with Hydra.

"What do you think?" Zhang Ming asked.

"I want to join."

Angela's eyes sparkled, "There is not much to learn in school, and my dream is to become a doctor. If the research is successful, it will bring hope to more patients. The only trouble may be that there are many For a long time, I would be in a state of sleep deprivation."

Zhang Ming remembered Moira's devil-like work attitude last time, and smiled wryly.

Angela made a gesture of money, "However, the salary is also very generous, so the money for the clothes, after the salary is paid, I will pay you back as soon as possible."

Zhang Ming persuaded this stubborn girl to stop worrying about clothes, and started the car to rush to the expo site. In less than an hour, this technology feast that attracted the attention of the whole world was about to begin.

"By the way, where is your laboratory?"

"At Stark Industries, last time Tony bought so much equipment, it would be a waste not to use it, so Moira simply paid the rent and moved in."

"Tony will take money?"

"No, so Moira directly put the money into their company account."

Zhang Ming scratched his face.

Yep, these two really have the same personality.

The expo site has long been overcrowded, but Zhang Ming, as a member of the group of relatives and friends, enjoys special authority, and the journey is unimpeded.

He saw many familiar faces, including agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. and government officials.Norman Osborn sat in the front row with Harry, Peter, Gwen, and Dior wandered around the exhibition area, and Steve and Morrison sat in the corner, lamenting how fast the world was changing.

Under the leadership of the staff, Zhang Ming came to the backstage, and Tony was "playing his head" at Pepper.

"Do you think I will wear a battle armor, descend from the sky, or walk out from the backstage? Oh, yes, I can sit in the auditorium, wait for a beam of chasing light to fall on me, and then stand up..."

"Tony." Pepper carefully tied his tie, and said like coaxing a child, "No matter how you appear on stage, you are the protagonist today, and you are the most handsome man in the entire venue."

The host outside had already started the countdown, and the guests in the audience also counted down with dignity. When it reached zero, the stage was empty.

Just when everyone was wondering, Iron Man descended from the sky!

Fireworks appeared in the sky, and the audience cheered. Tony lifted his mask and smiled confidently.

"So handsome~~"

The pictures of the expo were broadcasted on a small TV.

The nurse on duty was lying on the table, looking at the lively meeting place on the screen, looking forward to it, and then looking at the unconscious man on the hospital bed, she couldn't help complaining, "The head nurse is too much, she has to arrange me to be on duty today. "

She took out her mobile phone, and her friends shared photos of the expo on Facebook one after another, which made her envious.

Sitting opposite the little nurse was an elderly prison guard. His personality was obviously much calmer than the little nurse, and he poured a cup of coffee for himself and the little nurse.

"Compared to the expo site, I think the small ward in this prison is more interesting." The prison guard uncle slightly turned his head, "Do you know who the unconscious one is?"

"I don't care about criminals."

The uncle prison guard deliberately lowered his voice: "I also heard the news. His name is Ivan Vanke. He is an extremely vicious prisoner. You have heard about Tony Stark's injury in Monaco, right? He did it. It is said that it is a personal enmity involving the fathers of both parties.”

The prison guard took a sip of coffee, "The messy grievances and grievances between rich people, little people like us don't understand, and don't want to understand, but after knowing the news, don't you think that in this ward, in front of Ivan Is Stark Expo interesting?"

interesting?

The little nurse seemed to understand, she subconsciously turned her head and looked at Ivan who had been in a coma for more than a month.

Then, she saw a pair of gray eyes.

"what--"

The little nurse screamed, and the prison guard was so frightened that he spilled coffee all over his body, he pulled out his baton in a panic, and after seeing Ivan opened his eyes, he subconsciously grabbed the remote control and turned off the TV.

"When did you wake up!" the prison guard asked loudly.

"Since you said it was interesting." Ivan said.

The small ward fell into silence. The prison guard uncle felt his legs trembling, and a lot of sweat flowed from his armpits. Suddenly, Ivan said, "Turn on the TV, I want to watch it."

The little nurse tremblingly picked up the remote control, turned on the TV, and the scene of the expo was projected again.

She didn't understand why she was afraid. The doctor had already said that Ivan had injured his spine. Even if he woke up, he would be paralyzed in bed for the rest of his life.

Ivan ignored the two of them, he stared straight at the screen, standing in the center of the stage, Tony Stark, who was showing his talent to the world.

The camera turned occasionally to capture the scientists participating in the expo, each of them was full of passion and confident in their research and development results.

Ivan just watched the live broadcast, his vision began to blur.

If there is no obsession with revenge, Ivan can also be one of them.

Researching the field of interest, worrying about research funding, luck, maybe I can develop something good, and then write Ivan Vanke's name in the textbooks of middle and high school students.

Science was an interest at the beginning, a hobby he couldn't give up, but at some point, the hobby was swallowed up by hatred and turned into a tool for revenge.

Regret?

I can't say it, but I feel a little empty in my heart.

that……

Still hate?