[Zhongyingmei] The correct posture of the villain's whitewashing

"Queenstown in the Alps, Tromso in Norway, and Paradise Bay in Phi Phi Island, these three are the places where Red Skull has recently established its headquarters."

Daize wrote these three place names on the paper, and then drew a circle on Little Phi Phi Island: "Here is his current headquarters, but what you find now is probably an empty shell."

"The Red Skull is as difficult to catch as a loach." Stark gave the most vivid explanation.

"He's always been very careful about it," agrees Steve, of an opponent who's been fighting for nearly a century.

Daize pulled out a blank piece of paper again, and began to write something on it: "The Siberia branch was established three years ago, with a total of 240 research projects, including 170 research branches for mutants, 1000 energy machinery development projects, and 800 research projects. The gene source liquid is associated with scientific research goals, arresting more than 68 test subjects, more than 3 mutants, and an average annual mortality rate of [-]%[-], limb cutting and remodeling, cerebral cortex memory collection, and the rest of the key scientific research projects. After writing the last letter, Daze handed the densely packed paper to Steve, "It's all here."

After finishing this, the professor took out the bookmarked book from the pile of books that were slowly rotating around him and continued to read it as if he had completed the task.

Steve took out another page printed out of a special material from the file bag and compared it with this handwritten one for a while, then looked at Stark: "What do you think?"

"It's more detailed than the top-secret files we got from the Siberia Research Institute." Stark raised his eyebrows, and then he was a little incomprehensible, "But why do you remember these? I never remember how many projects I have developed , how many parts were broken, how many buildings were smashed."

Dai Ze smiled and said, "Otherwise, what do you think the acting professor is doing?"

Stark thought for a while: "Do an experiment?"

"That's just part of the job."

"What does Nastrak usually do?"

"Do an experiment."

"besides?"

"No more." Dazzle shrugged, "He only does experiments."

Stark showed a clear expression: "Oh, I do the same with my subordinates who don't like me, let him do some trivial chores, since I can't do without him, he'd better be there all day Don't appear in front of me."

Steve narrowed his eyes: "That's the real reason why you threw all the experimental mutant rescue plans to me?"

Stark immediately clenched his fists and coughed lightly, looked at his watch, and pretended to be exaggerated: "My God, is it already 07:30, it's too bad, if you don't send this document to the director, you will go home and drink him Mom's Cream of Mushroom Soup."

Steve: "So?"

Stark looked at him: "Hurry up, take action, Captain, who is strong and brave, who saves the United States from fire and water, who goes from house to house for the United States, and planted flags all over the coastline."

Steve was silent for three seconds with the expression of looking at a three-year-old mentally handicapped child, then silently stuffed the page into the file bag and pinched it in his arm, stood up, and walked away without looking back.

Stark shrugged: "He likes to hear other people sing this."

Daze thought of Captain America performing on stage with two little angel wings on his head, and couldn't help laughing.He asked casually, "Aren't you going with me?"

"Come on, I've got a really hilarious personal speech coming up, and I don't want to be as busy as a spinning top."

Speaking of which, Tony stood up, walked around a lot of things floating in mid-air to the entrance, and asked a question before leaving.

"Would you like to turn on the light for you?"

Dai Ze looked out of the floor-to-ceiling windows: "No, it's bright enough."

At 07:30 p.m. New York time, gorgeous neon lights lit up outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The huge display screen on the business building directly opposite is broadcasting entertainment news, which happens to be the latest hot Avengers topic. The photos of Captain America and Iron Man occupy the entire big screen, surrounded by a group of people, men, women and children, They all looked up there in unison. One of them was a Chinese couple standing in the middle of the crowd. The wife was holding her husband's hand. Their very young son was sitting on the back of the man's neck, holding the back of his head, and pointing at the big screen. Iron Man on the screen flushed with excitement.

Dai Ze's eyes suddenly became confused.

More than ten years ago, he was deeply impressed. A little boy from Huaguo sat on his father's broad shoulders and stretched out his hand to the big screen in the square. When they asked him what he wanted to be in the future, he said excitedly I want to be a superhero, I want to be great, I want a lot of people to worship him like he worships those superheroes.Then the next day he heard the news that his parents had died. He watched them being cremated in a dark room without even knowing the concept of death.When he was five years old, he easily made a bold promise to protect his family, but he never got the chance to realize it.

Just like the little boy in my memory who lived in Miami with his parents since he was a child.He has an elderly but kind father, and a beautiful and gentle Chinese mother. They surrounded the kitchen and taught him how to bake cookies. He sprinkled flour everywhere, and the baked cookies were ugly, hard and unpalatable. One of his father's gold teeth had chipped out.Just as their family was laughing and looking for the gold tooth, the group of people appeared in their room with guns raised, and then he ushered in the nightmare of his life.

It seems like everything is backfiring.

But now, the little boy in Miami who recovered his memory chose to commit suicide, while the little boy in Huaguo who died in an accident was left alone.

The smooth glass reflects Dai Ze's appearance, with three-dimensional facial features, mild eyebrows and eyes, slightly raised mouth corners, and looks like a smile even when his face is expressionless.

He stared at the huge wall clock on the tower for a long time, then he said softly.

"Dai Ze, happy birthday."

When the clock strikes midnight, Manhattan's nightlife has just begun.

On the tenth day of being imprisoned by S.H.I.E.L.D., out of humanitarian spirit and at the same time under the active suggestion of Tony Stark and Captain America who was forcibly attached to him, Daze finally obtained his first amnesty—— His range of activities went from the room that had been turned upside down to the entire Avengers Mansion.

Of course, he is still not allowed to go outside, not to mention whether he will escape or not, just because of his ability, in order not to cause social panic, the Avengers will not let him walk on the street in the first place.But Daze has already expressed his satisfaction with this, after all, this is almost a huge transformation from a small shoe box to a big birdcage.

Added to the surprise is that he finally learns how to control his accidental superpowers before he messes up the Avengers Tower.To be honest, this ability is amazing. It seems that Hancock's blood is fused with some advanced substance that is still difficult to explain by science. If he has to explain it, he can only use the fantasy "will of the universe".Because of the analysis of the experimental results——Daze borrowed the advanced research room prepared by Stark for Dr. Banner in advance, and Stark said that these equipments are not expensive, so there are a few zeros at the mantissa——Daze’s own body The genetic mutation factor was alienated in advance due to external stimulation, and produced an explosive change after fusing the erroneous body molecules in Hancock's blood, which allowed him to use the "cosmic will" to produce celestial guidance. It is a small planet that does not rotate, and in its current gravitational effect is still very weak, it can only affect the gravitational field of space.

That's why those things float uncontrollably in mid-air.

But now, all Daze can do is to calm his mind as much as possible. This ability seems to change with his mood changes. When he is calm, nothing will happen—even though Barton expressed great regret for this.

For example now.

In the dark living room, only one light was on. Daze slowly walked down the stairs wearing the pure cotton white pajamas provided by Jarvis. The sofa and TV were still in place. Flowers, water glasses, tables and chairs were all gone. up traces.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and began to look around.

From the corridor to the work room, there was a strong smell of alcohol, an expensive suit was draped on the sofa, and it was related to the explosion that almost hit his ceiling a few minutes ago.

He can probably guess who is still blasting at home so late.