Nuan Nuan Saves the World [Comprehensive British and American]

The night is dark, and the New York outside the window is immersed in the boundless night. The lights in the city center in the distance are still bright and brilliant like thousands of stars in the sky, but the vicinity of Queens is already completely silent, and everything falls asleep with the arrival of night.

The Doctor fell asleep too.

He is already too tired, even though his body is much stronger than human beings, he is still not a tireless robot, not to mention the fact that he probably will not have a good rest for several months - the barren earth is not Completely safe, a large number of aliens will land from time to time, searching for traces of Grice overwhelmingly, and the girl who is familiar with hiding and strangling those aliens told the doctor in a sweet and soft tone that those aliens are so The reason for persistently chasing her down.

"Because Thanos is gone." The girl with pale face laughed, she played with the silk thread tied to her body, with a nervous and crazy sweetness in her expression, "He and his sick-brained Goddess, I let them live happily together forever." She ostentatiously stroked the gray and dim cage in the corner, inside two birds made of metal machinery were rusty, but the eyes were terribly bright.

"You take hunting beauty as a rare thing, and you don't hear the mournful chirping of yarrow birds." The girl's voice was soft, as if she was afraid of waking up a dream, and carefully wiped away the stains on the eyes of the bird carved like gems. Dust, "Why don't you try to be a guest in a cage and enjoy the ignorance of your relationship all to yourself?" She finished singing as if she were singing, but laughed and said to the doctor as if she suddenly woke up from a dream: "It turns out that they are a very beautiful couple." As for the green peacocks, unfortunately they always make too much noise, so I have to make them mechanical."

She tiptoed to hang the birdcage on the ceiling, and the hanging silk wreaths shed a beautiful and brilliant glow, and then the girl who hurriedly hid in the basement with her skirt, looked at the quilt with a smile as sweet as poison. The aliens who searched took it away, and the birdcage that would probably appear in an interstellar flea market soon disappeared from sight.

The doctor dreamed of Grice's eyes at that time, the inorganic matter like two glass beads burning with a dazzling brilliance at that moment, making people involuntarily want to worship her and regard her words as the truth. Obeyed, but Grace seemed to be ignorant of his mood changes, turned around and kicked on the broken high-heeled shoes, lifted the torn lace at the corner of the skirt, tilted his head and grabbed the doctor's hand and said: "I Now let me tell you a story."

The doctor has not had a dream for a long, long time, but it seems that because he slept too deeply this time, the dreams came one after another, and it was not a nightmare that woke him up. He just frowned and murmured a few times. Before waking up, he was pulled by those hands that were so cold that he didn't look like a living person, and he was dragged into a deeper and deeper dream.

Chris took down the teacup from the doctor's hand and put it on the table, took a blanket to cover him, then sat back in the chair and slowly exhaled the air in his lungs, and then slowly inhaled, repeating this several times. Only once did he feel that his slightly confused mind regained his composure.

"How is it?" He poked at the system that had been continuously screening the Internet from the very beginning, and his fingertips were slightly distracted by the roll of bandages.

[Basically everything is right. ] The system silently adjusted a few lines of code to avoid confusion in other modules due to excessive shock of the emotional module, [and I have confirmed that most of the targets in question have attended this United Nations meeting. ]

The super-English bill system that has been raging all over the Internet is somewhat concerned. Although Chris does not have much idea about whether this bill can be passed, he still has a few within the scope of this bill. Guests, because they will pay more or less attention.

"But it's a little smarter than I thought." Chris checked the information sent by the system on his mobile phone. It was confirmed that the target in question was clearly divided into two factions of support and opposition at the meeting. It’s not too long. When the situation in other countries except the United States is basically calm, most people are actually neutral. At this time, those who clearly express their position have a high probability of becoming the core figures of this faction in the future. Obviously What they are seeking is not to achieve it overnight, but to subtly allow the Premier League Act to be passed under the premise of being able to be controlled, so as to obtain greater benefits and the right to speak. "It is estimated that it will take at least seven or eight years."

Now the Super-British Bill has only roughly such an idea and does not even have a draft name. Under the premise that the superheroes have always maintained a righteous stance and did not cause too much harm, the mandatory implementation will only cause a huge rebound, and the existence lurking in the dark is waiting. This is an opportunity, a major event that has attracted worldwide attention and suffered heavy casualties, so that they can have a legitimate reason to stand on the moral high ground and vigorously implement the bill, instead of just a child's play, in name only, as it is now.

[They are not in a hurry. ] The system scans the internal communication signals of those aliens. Even with a translator, only a small part of the crooked alien text can be translated. A little bit eats away at the idea.

"Well...let's settle it sooner. Looks like I have to visit some old friends." Chris stuffed his phone back into his pocket, opened the bottom drawer of the spice cabinet, and added a spoonful of finely ground spices to the incense burner. In an instant, the dead and scorching aroma that originally belonged to the ashes of Phoenix was tainted with a sense of peace and tranquility. The doctor, who was frowning on the sofa and was not sleeping well, moved after smelling the aroma, his eyebrows stretched Sleep unconscious.

Fortunately, tomorrow is a working day, so if you go fast, you may be able to get back before Peter comes to work after school.While thinking about this, Chris still sent a text message to Peter, telling him that he had something to go out tomorrow and gave him a day off with pay.

The last light was turned off and there was only a few will-o'-the-wisps floating in the store. The store was dead silent. Head Fidel came out of the staff lounge with a small yawn and jumped onto the doctor's lap. Just in case some blind guy came to trouble the Doctor while Chris was gone.

Although he now relies on selling his appearance to make a living, as the former head of the Cat Knights, Fidel is outstanding in both combat experience and combat effectiveness. When he was young, it was easy to single out a dozen low-level demons. It is far from being comparable to those cats who only know how to be cute and eat and drink.

The doctor unconsciously touched the sudden increase in weight on his knees. The soft and smooth fur of his tentacles and the warm temperature made him unconsciously stuff his cold fingertips into the thick fur. Let out a comfortable sigh.

A good night's dream.

So when he was awakened by the sunlight shining on his eyelids, he still couldn't tell where he was, and when he moved a little and stayed in a sitting position after sleeping all night, the numbness came to the door, and he was caught off guard and hissed and took a cold breath. I was so angry that I felt that all the bones in my body were growing together so hard that I couldn't move.

The doctor sat there looking around, and saw the cracked wall covered by the Tardis through the bright and clean floor-to-ceiling windows, and the memories of last night were slowly recalled in his mind.

"Are you awake?" The doctor looked up in the direction of the voice, Chris nodded slightly to him with a smile, and put the sandwich on the table, "Let's have some breakfast first, I guess you didn't eat well last night."

It wasn't last night, but it's been a long time since I ate properly. In the future, not even a single weed can grow on the barren earth. He and Grice almost live on nutrients. After a long time, he feels that his blood There are nutrients flowing in it, and the soft baked bread in front of him, the bacon fried in butter, and the sandwich composed of trembling soft-boiled fried eggs and cheese quickly awakened his appetite for delicious food from sight to smell The memory made him involuntarily inhale hard, opened his mouth and bit down in a big bite regardless of etiquette.

In this kind of morning when I was fully asleep and woken up by the bright sunshine, I enjoyed a breakfast so delicious that I wanted to bite my tongue off. The doctor thought he was just having a nightmare, and he never had any Grace or Thanos. There is no such thing as a future where the earth is destroyed and barren, it's just such a nightmare, and everything is still so beautiful when I wake up.

But this beautiful illusion only existed for a short while. When he sat there after breakfast and was a little pulled back by the remaining tiredness, Chris stood up and smiled and said: "We Let's go now."

Set off?What's the start?

The doctor stood up with a confused face and got into the taxi called by Chris. There are still many ruins waiting to be rebuilt in New York, which has experienced the alien invasion, but it has also returned to the hurried rhythm. His mother was stuck in a traffic jam early in the morning. The doctor was full of questions and wanted to ask, but when he looked to the side, Chris seemed to have something on his phone and didn't stop, so he could only Putting it on my lap, I honestly watched the early morning in New York outside the car window, desperately turning my somewhat stuck mind to think about how to prevent the earth from repeating the same mistakes and turning into ruins under such circumstances.

The Doctor has been able to save himself from almost certain defeat countless times, because he always believes that he can win, and this time he is not at the end of the road.

There must be a way.

Once the brain concentrates on thinking about things, it will not be able to perceive the passage of time. When Chris hung up the last call, the taxi finally arrived at the destination in a difficult jam. The doctor looked at the building outside the window and turned back suddenly. Look at Chris who has already paid and is about to get off the car, he stammered like waking up from a dream: "You, don't you plan to...!?"

"The simplest method is often the most effective, isn't it?" Chris dragged the doctor, who was good at everything else but a bit sentimental and stuck in his head, out of the car. The sun is already shining, and the guards in front of the gate are heavily guarded and equipped with various information identification systems. Even a doctor with a universal certificate cannot easily get in here.

This is the place where the United Nations meeting was held—it was supposed to be held at the New York United Nations Building in Manhattan, but because of the alien invasion, the building is still being rebuilt, so the meeting place was changed to the building in front of us among.

Chris wasn't going to get in. He smiled and introduced to the doctor the boy who appeared beside him amidst the sulfur and black smoke...maybe it was a young man. The blue skin of the boy hindered the doctor's understanding. Judging by age, but it does not prevent him from knowing that this is a kind young man through his eyes.

"This is Kurt Wagner." Chris smiled, "A student of an old friend of mine."

Counting that he has not been in touch with that Mr. Xavier for about ten years, but I am really glad that Mr. Xavier is still as kind and gentle as he remembers, with a great sense of justice, and is willing to provide him with important help.

Chris decided to send a few bottles of wizard special effect hair tonic to the kind Mr. Xavier when he went back.

"The professor said that they are all ready." Kurt, with blue skin and the appearance of a little devil, squeezed the corner of his clothes shyly, grabbed Chris and the doctor, and they were surrounded by the sulfurous black smoke. Then disappeared in place, and appeared in the heavily guarded meeting place.

This is a global live broadcast meeting. As soon as he landed, he saw countless cameras facing him, which shocked the doctor. Then he found that no one in the room noticed the sudden appearance of the three of them, who were still speaking and arguing. , as if they were invisible.

The doctor looked down at his hands, and realized that he had put on a cloak that was invisible to the naked eye and was as light and radiant as flowing water.

"One-time invisibility cloak, don't move too much, or it won't cover it." Chris explained while opening the lid of a bottle of potion that was still bubbling and bubbling. It was the vent of the air conditioner. Chris poured the bottle of potion that began to evaporate and evaporate as soon as the lid was opened on the vent of the air conditioner, and raised his index finger in a silent gesture. The doctor stood obediently against the wall, still unable to bear it. Staring at the bottle of potion, he lowered his voice and asked, "What is this? What are you going to do?"

For the first time in his life, the doctor experienced the confusion of being led around without knowing what to do.

"Anti-Animagus potion." Chris smiled and replied in a voice that was barely audible, "You have to know that there has never been an Animagus star in the universe, doctor."

Grice recited it over and over again until the doctor could spell Animagus with his eyes closed, not to let him remember the name of a small remote planet.

Here's a hint of how they're going to make those aliens reveal themselves.

The doctor paused, then frowned and muttered in a low voice: "She...can tell me directly..."

This kind of hiding his head and showing his tail is obviously a defense against the doctor.

"You'll have to forgive him, my dear doctor." Chris chuckled. "He'll only trust me."

"Because we were once so close, like one."