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

In the early morning, Greenwich Village is bathed in the morning light, a three-story white small bungalow is shaded by dense evergreen trees, and there is a huge circular skylight on the top of the balcony, which is connected with dense and irregular lines.

Stephen Strange sat cross-legged in the attic with his back to the skylight, his eyes closed, and magic books full of stagnant spells were floating around him.

A man's voice came from the void.

"Strange, where are you?"

Stephen closed his eyes and said, "Attic."

"Damn it, I'm also in the attic, why didn't I see you, where are you in the attic?"

"Skylight."

The man was silent for a while, and then cursed secretly: "Is the Weishan Demon Formation a good-looking display! When will you end the multi-dimensional vision of your shit! I just came to see if you have any evil due to sin. It’s just a mental disorder about the circus, it’s all right now, I can’t get out, aren’t you proud of yourself.”

"You'll be out in two hours, be quiet, my friend."

Stephen lifted his eyelids and glanced at the skylight.

"Rarely good weather."

He casually pulled out a magic book, turning a deaf ear to the chatter of his old friend above his head.Just when he was about to continue immersing himself in his magic study, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

That's right, a cell phone.

"You can't completely lose touch with society just because you have mastered those magical magics."

His old friend who is currently locked in the second dimension of the ceiling told him so when he gave him this mobile phone.

Stephen casually swiped open the phone screen and saw the online notification of a person named "My boss is like a staff" on the message box. He took another look at the magic book in his hand, and finally chose to put the magic book aside , and then click to open the dialog box.

There are still records of their last chat on the page. This person with a smiley face is a person he met on the International Scientific Research and Literature Network. Half a month ago, he accidentally saw an article he published about "Brain Domain Computing Speed ​​Reached The Possibility of Stopping Regional Time at Extreme Time", I was very interested in this paper and actively added this person's friend to conduct in-depth discussions.

But it seems that he hasn't seen this person online for seven or eight days, or more than ten days.

For those who have a common language, Stephen has never been stingy about spending his time on him, just like when Iron Man brought his doctor friend to him for help, he could argue with Tony Stark on magic and science Same day and night.

[Doctor Tablecloth]: Hey.

There will be a message back soon.

【My boss is like a cane】::-d Morning, Mr. Tablecloth.

[Dr. Tablecloth]: I think we should continue our discussion on the laws of time and space last time.

After sending this sentence, Stephen snapped his fingers, and an ancient magic book about Time Stop that he had just obtained floated over.However, just when he was about to have a lively discussion with this person, the person replied.

[My boss is like a staff]: Sorry, I just came up to delete the backlog, I may not be able to concentrate right now.

[Doctor Tablecloth]: What?

[My boss is like a staff]: Something happened, and my mind is a little messed up.

[Dr. Tablecloth]: For the sake of our thinking at the same latitude.Tell me maybe I can help you out?

It took a long time to call back.

【My boss is like a staff】: I just learned that I have a long-lost nephew.

[Dr. Tablecloth]: That's good.

[My boss is like a staff]: That nephew is probably older than me, uh, about ten years old?

[Dr. Tablecloth]: Then I can't do anything about it.

[My boss is like a stick]: I suddenly feel like an elder.

[Dr. Tablecloth]: If you care about age.I really can't make a person look ten years younger in an instant.

【My boss is like a staff】: And we knew each other before.

[Dr. Tablecloth]: Your father is really old and strong.What's the secret?

[My boss is like a staff]: ... I found Angela's private photo in his drawer, does that count?

[Doctor Tablecloth]: Angela, the sexy goddess!

【My boss is like a cane】: #谢谢#谢谢#Goodbye.

[My boss is like a staff]: Oops, I've been discovered, let's talk about it later.

After sending this sentence, there was another ding from the phone, and the person's profile picture turned gray.

Stephen took back his phone with some regrets. He was still in the stagnant stage of advanced time magic studies, and was originally eager to seek inspiration from conversations with people.However, now does not seem to be the time.

He picked up the magic book that had been set aside again, and began to study it alone.The books scattered on the ground began to operate along the magical trajectory again, and the snoring of his old friend resounded through the sky from above his head.

Otherwise, the early morning in Greenwich Village was still peaceful and peaceful.

Another day without keeping peace in the wizarding world, really—

Boring.

"Sir, could you please put away your phone and look up at me?"

An old, wrinkled face, the old pedantic mutant who was invited to substitute for Professor Hank's temporary business, lowered his head and looked at Dazzle with a serious face.

Dai Ze quickly put away the mobile phone under the desk, raised his head solemnly: "Say."

The old professor said in his old voice, "I'm asking you about the solution to the problem on the board."

Hearing this, Dai Ze turned his head to look at the question board, frowned, and did not speak.

The little blond boy sitting next to him laughed and said, "Teacher, you ask him such a difficult question, he can't even do our math problems."

The old professor glanced at Dai Ze again, and then shook his head resentfully: "That's why you were kept in the youth class at such an age. Failure in grades doesn't mean anything, but you still know that It’s really a sad thing to study hard.”

As he said that, he turned around and held his teaching pole: "Now, turn to the hundredth of the book—"

"Is it the virus coat protein gene?"

The old professor paused as he flipped through the textbook.

Dazzle originally planned to ask this old pedant who seemed to have a lot of self-esteem after class, but now the upset young professor didn't plan to do so.

"Although I don't really want to point it out, sorry, the items you listed are just hypotheses and do not have a scientific basis. Moreover, the resistance mechanism is not the function of the coat protein, but the transcription of the virus coat protein gene—— Alright, digressing."

"The difficulty of this question is beyond the scope of the syllabus that middle school students should master. I think you should be more rigorous in this regard."

The classroom was silent.

The old professor was stunned for a while, then looked at the list of class personnel on the podium.

"... Mister Carbone?"

"You say."

The old pedant pushed up his glasses.

So Dai Ze was "invited" out of the youth classroom by the old pedant under the expression of a group of middle school students whose jaws were about to drop to the ground.

It's like when he publicly exposed the major bug of Sterak's experiment, and then was thrown out of the experiment by the collar of the baron's personal rescue machine in public.

At 09:30 in the morning, the morning light is just right for this season.

Daize wandered aimlessly in the academy for a while, finally chose to sit on the lawn beside the playground, looked at the mutants who gathered to play basketball not far away, and sighed.

The bracelet on the wrist glowed with a cold metallic luster in the sun.

Yesterday's training ended because he accidentally caused the entire air-raid shelter to rise from the ground. Professor Charles said that he needed to make a new superpower training plan for Dazzle, and delete all the items related to Eric in the original training plan. Go out, so Dazzle's ability training had to be suspended on the first day.

But he doesn't care about that now.

What he cared about was what Professor Charles said.

Afterwards, he repeatedly confirmed with Charles three times. After knowing that the Tony Stark in his mouth and the Tony Stark in Daze's imagination were the same person, Daze entered a kind of "???" status, and continues to this day.

He couldn't quite understand how things had developed to this point.

Daze took out the old-fashioned mobile phone, found Stark's number, and hesitated to press it.

Time passed by one minute and one second, when the ten o'clock bell officially struck.

Come on, good or bad is nothing more than a phone call, and if it doesn't work, it will be sent for genetic testing.If this matter is true, how can he not show the spirit of an elder?

Thinking of this, Dai Ze quickly pressed the call button with inexplicable pride.

The phone was connected quickly, and Stark's familiar voice rang with an unruly smile.

"It's a surprise to receive a call from you. What's the matter, Mr. Professor?"

Dazzle cleared his throat and said, "Mr. Stark."

Tony Stark, who is wearing armor for high-altitude flight operations: "Huh?"

"Can I ask you a question?"

"what?"

Dai Ze stroked the protruding buttons on the phone with his thumb, and was silent for a while. After asking "Are you asleep?", he finally spoke, with a tone of anticipation that he hadn't even noticed. : "You...what's your grandfather's name?"

Stark: "...Sorry, what?"

Dai Ze said, "I'm asking what's your grandfather's name?"

Stark froze for a moment, and after making sure he heard correctly, he subconsciously replied: "William Carbone. What's wrong?"

Daze felt his breathing stop uncontrollably, and he was a little nervous again: "Live in Miami?"

"Yes."

"He likes to smoke, has a big beard, and is an excellent researcher?"

"I don't know about that. I haven't seen him. But from the photo, he does have a big beard."

Daze took a deep breath: "Your mother is Maria Carbone, who married Howard Stark, a famous American arms manufacturer—" Having said this, Daze slapped his forehead suddenly, "My God , I should have thought of it earlier."

Stark put the smile back in his voice, and said, "I don't think about them much now."

After a pause, he said again: "But what are you asking these for?"

Dazzle straightened his posture, trying to make his tone sound more formal: "Mr. Stark."

Stark said: "What's the matter, Dazzle, you are a little strange."

Daze said: "I have a father, also named William Carbone, and a half-sister, also named Maria, who is also married to an American arms dealer, and I lived in Miami before that, so I think I might..."

"I could be your uncle, Tony."

After saying this, he calmed down and waited for the other party's reply with an unspeakable mood. He even clenched his fingers unconsciously, feeling more nervous than when he was waiting for the finished product of hk30 reagent to be released.

There was a long time on the other end of the phone, and I didn't speak for a long time.

Just when Daze realized with some disappointment, whether Stark knew about this a long time ago, but he didn't want to tell him because of his identity, or he didn't look forward to the only remaining relative in the world like he did. when.

There was the sound of something exploding over the phone.

Stark said in an extremely unbelievable tone: "What did you say????"

Jarvis said in a volume that both of them could hear: "You just crashed the latest unmanned cargo ship of S.H.I.E.L.D., sir."

Stark continued to say in an unbelievable tone that he hasn't come back yet: "Just pay him, am I short of that little money!"

Dazzle could almost make up that image from their conversation.He would definitely find it funny in normal times, but now.

He just felt nervous.

"I mean, you may, we may be uncle-nephew, of course this is just my guess, what if it's just a coincidence, there are so many people named William and Maria in this world, and the famous American arms dealers are not No, the surname Carbone is also very common, maybe we can do an identification first before drawing conclusions, I mean—"

"Wait, wait."

After speaking, Stark hung up the communication.

Dai Ze took down the beeping mobile phone, looked at the page where the phone was hung up, frowned, with mixed feelings in his heart.

The mutants on the playground were still playing basketball. When the situation was at a stalemate, one person's pass error caused the basketball to fly out of the playground and towards Dazzle.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" the mutant yelled.

However this doesn't help.

The basketball carries the huge strength of mutants that is different from ordinary people. Dazzle is wearing a bracelet. You can't expect a researcher who stays in the research institute all year round to have such a quick and agile response ability. to him.

It would smash his face.

This is the only thought of everyone present at this moment, including Dazzle.

Just when someone couldn't bear to close their eyes.

A golden-red mechanical arm grabbed it.

Dai Ze stared blankly at this iron man who had fallen from the sky and suddenly appeared on the playground, with an extremely cool appearance.

The exclamations of the mutants sounded all around.

"My God, Iron Man!"

"my idol!"

"Why did he appear here?!"

The metal mask was opened, revealing Tony Stark's familiar, handsome face.

"Now, we need to have a good chat, Mr. Daze."