[Zhongyingmei] After Chaoying killed me

After sending Tony and Charles back, the system let out a long sigh of relief.

The system didn't know why he chose to do this, and told other people about the incident in violation of the regulations-to be honest, he never thought that he would have this opportunity to get in touch with people other than the host.

Each system is restricted in the brain of the host, and can only collect information, but cannot communicate with the outside world, but Charles' ability has successfully become a bridge between the system and the outside world.

The system doesn't know if it should do this, but...

The system withdrew its thoughts, and after all this was over, it returned to Wyatt's mind. It was about to say something, but after looking at the environment around Wyatt at this time, it froze for a while.

"Hanhan, you... where are you?"

The mechanical voice rose uncontrollably at this time, full of surprise.

It was evening, and the afterglow of the twilight shone golden on the waves. Wyatt was standing next to a container on the shore, covering his body with a huge iron box, and looking at this place.

Shouldn't my silly host be handling some will matters in the office at this time?

"Did you drop the line just now?"

Wyatt did not directly answer the system's words, "Scan here, I need a topographic map."

Soon, the familiar translucent light bar stood in front of Wyatt's eyes, showing the detailed information here, but the system still asked persistently: "Then can I tell you what happened to the poor system?"

Wyatt stared at the screen and quickly analyzed the terrain here, and at the same time briefly told the system.

This silenced the system for a few seconds.

If it was later, I could tell Tony and Charles about the matter through Charles' connection, but obviously this opportunity is lost now.

Without Charles' active connection, the system cannot communicate with the outside world at all.

When Wyatt checked the topographic map, the system also followed the clues on Wyatt's mobile phone to inquire.

"This is Ultron's technology," the system said, "but Ultron has disappeared—I'm sure."

Wyatt frowned: "Someone stole Ultron's technology...Murdoch?"

The system sighed: "Seriously, Hanhan, they have nothing to do with you, they have their own son and daughter, and no one knows that you are their own - this is obviously a trap, just wait Jump in yourself."

"... "

Wyatt paused, and said, "Even if it is a stranger, I will come."

"They should pay the price they deserve." Wyatt said softly, his eyes filled with pain and hatred.

The system could only sigh from the bottom of his heart, he didn't know how to persuade his host - it's not because his four words were too weak.

Of course it is not his fault, he did not do anything wrong, even what he experienced in his previous life has been completely rewritten in this life, and those bloody things have not been brought about.

But Wyatt seemed to have entered a strange circle, falling into deep self-blame and collapse.

When the memory was stimulated, the scenes seemed to have happened just now, and a huge amount of information was poured into his mind, and great sadness and regret flooded Wyatt.

——I can only pin my hopes on Tony.

The system thought, even though in the system's eyes he was a pig who was going to steal his own good cabbage.

"Here, there is no surveillance?"

Wyatt pointed to a spot on the beam and asked in surprise.

This is a pier, and the address shown in the text message is a huge cargo ship docked here.

"Yes, but the guards must be stricter." The system said, "You want to sneak in?"

"At least give them some 'gifts' ahead of time."

Wyatt grinned and whispered.

The wind blew up for no reason, and Wyatt disappeared in place.

In the freighter, two heavily armed soldiers escorted a lady with white sideburns and a messy bun, but she was not in a panic, and she still did not show any fear at this moment.

"Who is he?" Murdoch stopped what he was doing and looked at Red Skull.

"My Plan B."

The Red Skull was obviously a little proud, and he led the slightly staggering lady towards the detention point.

The freighter was his last base, and physical limitations kept him going - yes, he blamed it all on his broken body.

It's not that he hasn't tried to use his own body to try to switch, but no one can survive until the end of the machine's operation.

— Only those with special constitutions can do it.

Red Skull had to set his sights on Wyatt.

However, that was indeed a perfect body, and now, he was about to get it.

Thinking of this, the Red Skull showed a strange and distorted smile on the red skin and skull-shaped face.

He pushed the woman into an airtight cell.

"Damn it, what the hell are you trying to do?!"

Mr. Dowling, who had already been stripped of the tape that sealed his mouth, yelled at Red Skull, he had been locked in the cell for almost a whole day, and his family was also arrested—Mr. Dowling couldn't figure it out, Who did he offend, so that he even dared to attack himself as an important government official.

"Ask your good son, Mr. Dorian."

The Red Skull was clearly in a good mood at this point, he replied.

This made Mr. Dowling ask uncertainly: "Warlock? What did he do?"

"No, no, it's not him, I'm talking about your own son, Wyatt Caviezel."

Red Skull shook his head and smiled, "You should know him, remember him, he is the one who put you in this situation."

After he finished speaking, he walked out and locked the door again.

— Wyatt Caviezel?

Mr. Dorian's eyes widened, trying to digest the meaning of the red skull's words.

Of course he knew the name.

One of the members of the Avengers, I even toasted him at the thank-you banquet some time ago-but what does the Red Skull mean?

He is his son?

What about Warlock?

For a while, Mr. Dowling fell into deep thought, and Mrs. Dowling, who was also imprisoned with him, also showed shock at this time.

And their children were detained in other places, which made the two always worried.

"You...are Wyatt's parents?" The lady who was pushed in suddenly asked uncertainly.

"…do not know."

Mr. Dowling breathed heavily. "I don't know what he means."

"Who are you?" Mrs. Dowling on the side was obviously more rational than Mr. Dowling, she asked,

"I'm Jones, an orphanage worker." The lady found a place to sit down and said calmly, "I watched Wyatt grow up."

In the words of the Red Skull, Ms. Jones knows that it seems to have something to do with Wyatt.

She didn't blame or resent Wyatt for this, she was just worried about whether her current situation would cause trouble to Wyatt - if she made herself a hostage, Wyatt's actions were restrained.

God knows what these mortals are going to do.

"I don't know any Wyatt, actually, I have a son and a daughter, they were also arrested."

Mr. Dowling raised his eyebrows and said.

And Mrs. Dowling on the side suddenly said: "Can you... tell us about him, I mean, tell us about Wyatt."

There seemed to be a tremor in her voice.

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