Nuan Nuan Saves the World [Comprehensive British and American]

The mages all have a bit of a headache to die.

This stems from their insatiable desire to explore and curiosity about the unknown.The rules of this world love them like parents who dote on their children, but they are not tame and well-behaved children. They lack enough...respect for the grace of nature, even if they sincerely pray and sacrifice, and appreciate everything the gods have bestowed.

They are used to researching areas that should not be touched in their own way, exploring the boundaries between life and death, exploring the boundaries between humans and gods, using the power bestowed by nature to explore the secrets of nature, and using the talents bestowed by gods to peek into The kingdom of the gods.

And then they hit it off.

You know, immortality, resurrection of the dead, and stuff like that, little tricks the gods didn't intend to teach his creatures, they're so interested in it, it's like snatching the last of their poor riches from their poor old father Like unfilial sons and daughters standing proudly in the fields belonging to their fathers, ignorantly trying to interfere with the rules of this world, they are eager to wake up the dead from hell and push away the fog of fate. Peek into the past and future of this world.

——Since the gods handed over to human beings free will, even the gods themselves cannot reveal the fate of this world at will.

This has nothing to do with what they want, but purely with their inner desires and impulses.

As a matter of course, the mages were asked for a price. The rule of this world is that there is never a free lunch for equal exchange. Perhaps this rule is to curb the excessive curiosity and desire of the mages, but in fact, this is just more Encouraged the arrogance of this group of spoiled guys.

It’s like moths who are attracted by the flames and rush into the flames. The terrifying desire that comes from their nature and coexists with their talents drives them forward regardless of everything. Chris has seen such an era before, that It was the age when mystery was at its peak, human civilization was still ignorant, forests belonged to elves, hills belonged to dwarves, there were traces of giant dragons in the sky, and the gleaming scales of sea monsters swam past in the sea. At that time, all rules had not yet been established. So rigorous and demanding, he had seen the dead rise from the grave countless times, all he needed was a simple spell and some simple sacrifices.

The whole world is illogical.

But today is different. Now it is no longer so simple to wake up the dead, even if it is just the most ordinary human being, so Chris did not rush to report the required price to Diana, but just said Need to see with your own eyes the dead who needs to be resurrected.

There are tens of thousands of resurrection methods that have been handed down from ancient times to the present, and the price to be paid varies. The resurrected products are also good and bad. Chris has to see the death situation with his own eyes to determine which method is the safest to use. If the physical damage is serious It is necessary to recreate a suitable body. If the soul is damaged, the delicate and long work of repairing the soul must be carefully negotiated so as not to lose money.

Of course, if the worst luck happens to the unfortunate situation where both the soul and the body are damaged, Chris will decide whether to accept the business based on the price Diana can pay.

Small business, can not afford to lose.

Diana nodded with a smile, and made an appointment with Chris for the next time to meet and exchanged contact information. Then she took out her lipstick to touch up the delicate makeup on her face, picked up the shopping bag beside her and walked on seven The eight centimeter stiletto heels left leisurely.

She was just doing preliminary intelligence gathering work, as for when she would really put the resurrection on the agenda...

For the time being, she has to wait until she finds out where the body of her own Steve was sent. The Hydra base she managed to dig out from the deep mountains and old forests a few days ago failed to give her what she wanted. She went a step too late. The base has been completely removed, leaving only ruins on the ground, and based on the traces of the battle left on the scene and the details that have not been cleaned up, she marked the focus on certain superheroes.

In particular, the focus is on several superheroes with research capabilities.

The most important thing is Mr. Iron Man Stark, whom she is going to visit tomorrow.

And the long time between now and tomorrow is very suitable for visiting a few Hydra dens that she has been eyeing for a long time, as their generous acceptance of their own Steve to spend a lot of money on him for experiments... as a reward.

As for how Diana knew that Steve was in the hands of Hydra and that his soul was still attached to his body?

Zatana and Constantine have hidden achievements and fame.

Mages have always had small means of communicating with spirits and hell.

Konstantin also always got to know people who were good at providing important information.

What's more, Hydra doesn't even have half a reliable mage. They don't have any means to guard against the mage's prying eyes.

Thanks to Hydra for its good habit of putting eggs in one basket, Diana easily obtained most of the information she wanted, and accurately hit a certain Hydra base in the remote mountains, forests, and remote areas.

In addition to being late for a day because the plane was late, I passed by my own Steve.

At this time, the Steve she was thinking of was being safely placed in Tony's laboratory. Tony whistled with the identity information obtained through face scanning and database comparison, "It seems that we have a third old man." Popsicle, he must have a common language cap with you."

He raised his eyebrows at Captain America beside him, "After all, this one is...older than you."

Indeed, you must know that Mr. Steve Trevor in the freezer heroically sacrificed himself to detonate a bomber full of gas bombs above the sky, and Mr. Steve Rogers hadn’t even been born—according to the official Time records, Mr. Steve Trevor died in 1918, and almost every American knows that their brave and fearless Captain America, Mr. Steve Rogers, was born in Brooklyn on July 1920, 7 In the small apartment.

As for why this Mr. Trevor appeared in Hydra's laboratory, the information Tony copied back from the Hydra base gave him a fairly detailed answer.

Thanks to the good habit of Hydra, who likes to put eggs in one basket, he not only found the detailed history and physical condition of Mr. Trevor, but also found all the experimental records and storage rules about his body. ——Mr. Trevor, who was bombed to pieces during World War I, was salvaged from the sea by an unknown small organization, and then passed to Hydra during World War II, and he, as a body that can confirm death His body has been preserved until now instead of being disposed of in the waste material barrel, which is entirely due to his good physical fitness.

Or it should be said that with his excessively good physical fitness, although his strength and speed are only at the level of ordinary human beings, he has extremely strong cell activity, allowing him to maintain a body that is no different from a living person as a corpse. His recovery ability is even faster than that of ordinary people. Even if he is not frozen, he will not decay or decay, but just like falling asleep, maintaining the appearance of the moment of death like eternity.

Many HYDRA researchers are fanatical about this, thinking that this will be the key for them to push the door of human immortality.

So they tried their best to restore Mr. Trevor's body, fitted him with mechanical prosthetics to make him look more complete and at the same time better maintain his body's activity, and frozen him to delay the aging of the cells in his body and avoid He really turned into a corpse before more research results came out. The "zombie potion" seized by Tony and the others contained a considerable part of the blood concentrate belonging to Mr. Trevor, and Hydra had injected it into the Winter Soldier. In the serum, the added active cells also gave the injector a stronger recovery ability.

Mr. Trevor is an important asset of Hydra, even though he has never opened his eyes or said a word in the long past hundred years, he just lay in the freezer as if asleep, frowning slightly, As if trapped in a nightmare.

By the way, Mr. Trevor back then was not the sweetheart with blond hair and big breasts that he is now - big breasts yes, the blonde hair is purely a product of the aesthetics of Hydra's researchers, after all you can't expect a blown up like This ripped doll-like guy was able to keep his hair undisturbed. To be honest, most of his skull was blown to nowhere, and the smaller half of his head was all a product of mechanical engineering.

It is precisely because of too many mechanical products on his body that the set used to wake up Captain America was useless. The human part of him is far from enough to support him to open his eyes again. Tony can do nothing. It is to continue the decaying cell activity in his body as much as possible and not to die out too quickly, but even so, in three to five years, he will really start to rot like a corpse, turning into a dry bone, buried deep under six feet.

Tony rubbed his forehead, checked his modified freezer for the last time, and confirmed that every part was safe and functioning where it should be. After that, he closed the freezer and let Mr. Trevor occupy it temporarily. He is a room used to store armor. Of course, Tony will try his best to wake up Mr. Trevor. He has invited several reliable experts to study this project, and plans to ask Chris one day. Is there any... magic or potion that can bring the dead back to life, like in a fairy tale.

Ever since he met Mr. Chris Elf, it has been difficult for Tony to simply treat fairy tales as fairy tales.

However, the immediate priority is not Mr. Trevor's business, but another surveillance video he dug out from Hydra's data. For this reason, he called Captain America over from his apartment in Brooklyn and brought him The Winter Soldier is still recovering.

Of course, he had watched this video several times before that.

The Winter Soldier stood outside the laboratory, afraid that the shape of the freezer would irritate his fragile nerves. Tony didn't let him in. He stood obediently at the door like a loyal doorman, but his eyes were erratic, and he obviously didn't know where he was. where it goes.

"Hi!" The voice suddenly sounded from above his head startled him, but his fist was easily dodged. Peter, who was hanging upside down from the roof, touched his nose and showed a lovely smile. Smiling, he raised his hand and waved at the Winter Soldier, "Good afternoon! Do you want something to eat?"

As he spoke, he handed the cheese bolognese fries in the direction of the Winter Soldier in a friendly manner. The Winter Soldier stared at him for a few seconds before nodding and smiling a little stiffly, "Thank you." He said , took a chip from the chip box and put it in his mouth.

Thanks to the unique taste of Tokris' potion that can make people's souls go out of their bodies, his head has been cleared up a lot recently. Although many memories have been completely lost with repeated brainwashing, he is very satisfied with his current state.

The only shadows that hovered over his heart were the sins he had committed, and the intermittent memories of Howard.

He had to make it clear to Tony, the sooner the better.

The Winter Soldier thought clearly.

But keep it from Steve.

He thought about taking another French fries from Peter's box. Peter licked the cheese pate on the corner of his mouth and felt a little greasy, but it was not easy to walk away to get water-to be honest, because of the world he had experienced before Because of this, he doesn’t have a high opinion of the Winter Soldier. As a fan of Mr. Stark, but no matter what, whenever he sees the Winter Soldier standing at the door with a straight face, he can’t help it. If I remember the little raccoon abandoned in the wilderness, or other such small animals, I can't control the urge to reach out and touch it to comfort me.

That's why he didn't go to pour water to drink, but resisted the urge to cough, watched some surveillance video with Tony, and the serious-faced Captain America and the Winter Soldier, and stupidly took half a box of Finished cheese bolognese fries.

It's like everyone is very serious and serious, only he is playing around like watching a movie.

Peter secretly hid the French fries, and looked at the screen seriously.

——That should be a surveillance from a long time ago, like a scene in some old movie, a car crashed into a tree, and then a man, Howard Stark, staggered out of the car to ask for help, and then they watched When the Winter Soldier came on stage, this realization made the Winter Soldier standing beside them stiffen, his jaw tightened, and he forced himself to continue watching.

But the next scene seemed to be different from what he had imagined. He didn't kill the man, because a young man staggered out from the grass on the other side, with a very strange face, young and immature, full of confusion At a loss, it seemed that he didn't know what happened at all, and he prioritized troubleshooting unexpected situations. On the screen, the Winter Soldier let Howard go, and turned to the young man.

But to be honest, this didn't make people feel any better. It was also a one-sided and cruel killing. The young man lost his life just because he appeared in the wrong place at the wrong time, and the next winter The soldiers also fell down as if they were stimulated by something. The position of their fall was just right, almost facing the surveillance camera, so they could see how the ambush killers killed Tony's parents and how How to disguise the scene as an accident, how to take away the mentally confused Winter Soldier, at the same time, they were able to see the body of the young man who was shot in the head squirming and reorganizing, bit by bit pieced together from the blood and blood to a picture of each of them. A face that everyone is very familiar with.

"K... Chris?!" Peter cried out, his eyes widened as he watched Chris disappear into the camera in the video, as if he had never existed before, not even a drop of blood was left on the scene.

"Yes, Chris." Tony no longer wants to recall the surprise he felt when he first saw this video, and the guy's asshole argument when he called Chris to ask, "It's him, I should have known of."

He showed a ferocious smirk, rolled his eyes and said suddenly: "The people who worship Anjieka on the Internet should really see what kind of... bastard their goddess is."

Peter was stunned.

Those who admire Anjieka on the Internet should really see it——Should let those who admire Anjieka on the Internet see it—Should let those people who admire Anjieka on the Internet see it——

This sentence repeated in his head and made him freeze in place. He felt his head buzzing, as if he knew a fact that was extremely bad, so bad that it made his mind go numb.

It seems...probably...maybe...perhaps...

Chris = Angieka?

He casts his begging gaze on Tony, to which his esteemed Mr. Stark exclaims what all the fuss is about.

"What?! Didn't he tell you?!!"

"I knew that bastard! Damn it!"

"Jarvis, where is my handheld gun?!!!"

Amidst Tony's delighted shouts, Mr. Peter Parker, who was once so young, ignorant of the world, and ignorant of the sinister heart, smashed the box of cheese bolognese chips in his hand.

It's awesome :)