[Zhongyingmei] After Chaoying killed me

"So troublesome."

After Wyatt signed the last document, the will began to have legal effect from this moment. He put the pen cap on the table and said politely.

The lawyer who handled the will for him nodded, gathered all the documents into folders, put them in the archives room, and waited for the day when they would be activated.

The lawyer looked at the gentle and handsome young man in front of him, and didn't understand why he needed to make a will at such a young age - but he didn't ask too much.

There are all kinds of people who come here every day to deal with will matters, and he just needs to do his job well.

Wyatt walked out of the office hall and breathed a sigh of relief.

He has already made a will, and after his death, all the property will belong to Ms. Jones-this is the last redemption he can do.

And in the next half a year, he will finish his work well, make money, and finally accept the coming of death calmly.

He has thought clearly and calmed down.

The rebirth in this life was originally obtained by good luck like a pie falling from the sky. He could have the opportunity to change everything and prevent those tragedies from happening again. He even lived so long, which is already earned.

——It’s just that the only one feels sorry for the system and let him take this task that is doomed to fail.

Feeling the sun falling on his body, bringing warmth to the cold temperature, Wyatt walked back slowly along the street.

This is the most leisurely moment since his rebirth.

No longer worrying about the tasks that may lose his life at any time, and no longer caring about the non-stop countdown to survival time, Wyatt, who has already let go of everything, has thrown away those pressures, and just walks leisurely on the street like a walk.

At this moment, he actually felt a little at ease.

But the intruding SMS ringtone broke the tranquility he was enjoying.

From an unknown number, no text, just a few pictures - looks like spam.

Wyatt raised his eyebrows slightly. With the technology of Stark Industries, Wyatt was not worried that his mobile phone would be hacked by spam ads. Wyatt opened the picture.

Wyatt was taken aback by what was on the picture.

The familiar middle-aged man with dark brown hair was tied to the ground, his glasses and mouth were sealed with black tape, and beside him was a blonde lady who was tied up in the same posture and state.

Tape covered their eyes, but Wyatt could still make out the tear-stained face—the Dowlings, his own parents.

But no one should know about this...

"All, track the source of the information, and check the last trace of the Dowlings."

Wyatt took a deep breath to calm down his panic, and said in his head.

But the system, which has always been responsive to requests, did not respond at this time, as if it was suddenly disconnected. Wyatt frowned.

"...system? All?"

Wyatt yelled again, but still nothing happened.

Is it because...

Wyatt narrowed his eyes, covering the complexity in his eyes, and did not continue to think about it.

[Maybe you don't know who they are, but you know now - they are your biological parents, if you want to know more information, come to the address below. 】

Suddenly, another text message popped up with a line of address attached, which seemed to be at a pier.

—How did he get past Stark's system to send this text message? !

Wyatt suddenly remembered that Jar's system would protect the phone in real time, and if something was wrong, it would immediately upload it to the central system for query.

But now Jar does not pop up any alarms or reminders, as if there is nothing unusual.

Just when Wyatt wanted to call Jar to make an inquiry, a text message came.

[By the way, there are also your "brother" and "sister", do you want to see them - you should hate them very much, if you inform other people, then I will help you fulfill your wish and make them disappear in this place World. 】

In the picture, a young man who looked about his own age was tied up with a five or six-year-old girl, and the young man was holding a crying girl who looked frightened—Wyatt felt that it seemed familiar, but he didn't Did not go into detail.

He stopped the idea of ​​notifying Jar, thought hard for a while, and got some ideas in his mind.

——It seems that the one who wants his own body is the Red Skull who has never shown up.

Since the last time he lost his superman body and returned to his own body that was about to collapse, he hadn't moved and disappeared for a while.

It turned out that he was waiting for himself here.

Wyatt snorted coldly, put his phone away, found a secluded place without surveillance, and soared into the air.

——It's time to avenge this revenge.

"Where is this place?"

Tony stood in the boundless darkness, he could only see himself and Charles standing beside him.

After agreeing, Charles connected Tony's brain and came here together.

"In theory, this is Wyatt's spiritual world, but—"

Charles looked around and frowned, "I haven't seen such a situation."

"Hello."

A mechanical sound came out suddenly, causing Tony to look around involuntarily.

"Who are you?" Tony asked, frowning.

Obviously this is not an area he is familiar with, and the battle armor has no effect here. He quickly searched for relevant knowledge in his mind, trying to explain the current situation.

"Who am I—that's a bit of a long story."

Just when Tony was about to say something and cut the long story short, the mechanical voice continued: "I just want to ask you to read a memory, maybe it can help you."

Then, the scene around Tony and Charles changed, and the flames spread all over the sky, occupying the originally boundless blackness.

Tony looked at the golden-red battle armor suspended in the air from a distance, and slowly raised the palm cannon, and the white light penetrated through the chest of the brown-haired youth on the ground.

Tony felt that his breathing was suddenly suffocated, and his heartbeat was roaring like a drum in his ears.

Scenes flashed before Tony's eyes, and Tony held his breath watching everything.

"...he did nothing wrong."

Tony looked at the young man who was struggling in pain on the ground in the cave and said these words intermittently. Big drops of sweat slid down his forehead, showing a wry smile.

—Fool, you have done nothing wrong.

"...it's my own fault."

The brown-haired young man propped his hands on the stage and whispered these words. He looked at himself in the mirror with a sense of despair in his eyes, which made Tony's heart feel as if it was pulled together.

He finally understood why Wyatt, who had always been mild and optimistic, behaved so abnormally.

He also finally knew why Wyatt would subconsciously try to dodge when he approached, but tried his best to hide it as if everything was normal.

——He was bearing the blood and crimes that did not belong to him.

It's... not his fault.

Tony covered his face with a wry smile.

When it was over, the world began to crumble, and Charles and Tony regained their consciousness in their bodies.

Charles, who had also watched everything, sat in the wheelchair and thought for a moment. He pursed his lips and looked at Tony with some complicated blue eyes.

"Perhaps the matter you invited me to here has been resolved." He said, with a soothing sense of calm in his gentle voice, "Then I may take the liberty to ask - what are you going to do?"

Tony seemed to have just reacted. He wiped his face and gathered all the emotions in his warm sugar-colored eyes.

"It wasn't his fault," Tony said, and he repeated, as if confirming something, "It wasn't his fault."

"So——" Tony looked at Charles, his caramel eyes met those blue eyes full of wisdom and peace, "I still like him, and that won't change."

Even, Tony felt that after going through this memory, he understood that young man who seemed gentle and calm on the surface better, and saw his contradictions, his pain, and his persistence.

Tony just felt distressed and loved him even more.

——How can there be such a good person?

thought Tony.

As if seeing through Tony's thoughts, Charles smiled, and he didn't ask any more questions.

Then it's up to Tony himself.

Without stopping any longer, Charles took Eric onto the plane.

In order to put on a show, the government also sent soldiers to supervise the entire handover process, and Eric put on the mutant suppressor again-but in fact the key is in Charles's hand, and it will be unlocked after boarding the plane. Untie him.

"Are you going back with me...I mean with Charles?"

Eric looked at Pietro and Wanda, with a hint of hope concealed in his words.

Pietro and Wanda looked at each other and shook their heads.

"We wanted to stay in the Avengers," Wanda said. "During this time, we felt that this place is really suitable for us, and—we also want to contribute."

Pietro nodded aside, and then was pressed down slightly by the suddenly extended hand.

"—Hey, you haven't received the Avengers conversion notice yet."

Tony showed a nasty expression on the side, Pietro's eyes widened, and he was out of Tony's hand for an instant, moving him two meters away.

"Uncle, you were no match for me before you put on that tin can." Pietro stood back and stuck out his tongue, and all this only passed, not even half a second.

This made Tony raise his chin, and decided not to be as knowledgeable as a kid.

"Be nice to them, or—" Eric raised his eyebrows and looked at Tony viciously.

But it was obvious that Tony didn't like this. He let out a cold snort and rolled his eyes: "What else? Continue to be imprisoned in the Avengers? Please don't support useless people who only know how to eat."

Eric didn't have time to get angry, he couldn't even threaten Tony with the mutant suppressor - and Tony just saw it right before he said so brazenly.

Charles pushed the wheelchair over, and Eric shut his mouth at once. After Charles and Tony said goodbye, Eric walked to the plane first, and decided not to look at this mustache man who would only irritate him.

"Then, take advantage of the opportunity." Charles looked at Tony with a smile in his blue eyes, and then followed Eric on the plane.

The Maximov brothers and sisters were a little puzzled, but Tony's eyes were solemn.

--I will.

he thinks.

"Jar, locate Wyatt."

Back in the mansion, Tony said that he even wanted to put on his armor and fly to Wyatt right now, hug him tightly and tell him everything.

It's not your fault, I'll figure out a way to get some vengeance system out of the way - at worst ask the juggler for help.

as well as.

I love you.

"—Mr. Caviezel's coordinates lost, contact lost."

The voice in the British accent was still calm and said, which made Tony's eyes widen.

—Where is Wyatt? !

The author has something to say:

Tony: What about the big Wyatt I put here? ! !

It's a bit late today, because I was happy that the water was gone at noon, and I drank some wine, and I was a little dizzy, and the code word was late. . .

(No mocking!!!)