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

"This is a mysterious race I know from ancient books. They were born with the will of the universe, and the will of the universe is a certain structure they created based on the soul body of the universe. They maintain the will of the universe and sacrifice the will of the universe The parasites seek the blessing of will, allowing them to escape the surveillance of the cosmic court and wander outside the universe—"

Dazzle couldn't help frowning: "You mean, Hancock was once part of their sacrifice to the will of the universe?"

Strange withdrew his hand, and the surrounding scene disappeared in an instant, and they returned to the study room full of the aristocratic atmosphere of the old era.

"Is it surprising? Otherwise, what method do you think they use to continue this illusory thing?"

"No, I don't mean that." Dazzle was silent for a moment, and then asked a question that he thought was stupid, "So Hancock isn't from Earth?"

Strange pretended to be terrified and said, "But please don't be, I'm doing well here and I don't want to change my life on another planet."

Daize shook the light-colored scented tea in the cup: "He said he was from Miami."

Strange spread his hands and did not continue this topic.He opened his arms, and the space behind him was distorted again. This time, what appeared was a circular, encircling, endlessly high, resplendent and huge court.

This scene was so familiar that Daize was taken aback.

"The court of the universe, supervises and controls the highest law of behavior in the universe, the supreme court of power in the center of the universe, and is also the master of the core of the will of the universe. I heard that there are a group of bad old men wearing golden armor, I don't know if it is true Really, I've never been there, I'm a law-abiding citizen of New York."

Just when Strange was about to continue speaking, Daze interrupted with some difficulty: "What did you do to be invited into the universe court?"

Strange raised his eyebrows: "What did you do to be invited into the court? This is a good question. I probably can't finish talking to you in three days and three nights. The laws of the universe they listed are like saving a fortune. Socks that haven't been washed in years are so smelly and long. But don't you worry, I don't think the court will—”

Speaking of this, Doctor Strange, who has deviated far from his original appearance as the backbone of the social elite since he became the Supreme Sorcerer, paused for a moment, showing a sufficiently exaggerated expression: "Don't tell me that they have already looked for you. "

Daize's scalp was numb from his look: "If, there is indeed the cosmic court you mentioned, I think I might—"

"I did go..."

After speaking, he added: "In a dream."

Strange accidentally dropped the water glass in his hand, he still maintained his somewhat exaggerated dull gaze and looked at Dazzle, stretched out his right hand and snapped his fingers, the falling water glass fell off his head again.

Doctor Strange firmly caught the teacup, ended his exaggerated performance, straightened his back, and assumed a listening posture: "Okay, friend, tell your story."

Daize: "...what?"

"Just like everyone who has done something wrong confesses to the priest."

Strange closed his eyes, took out a quill and a book from the spatial dimension, and restored himself to the appearance of a church sculpture. After seeing the stunned expression of the black-haired youth on the opposite side, he chuckled: "Open joke."

He threw the pen and the book back: "What did they do to you?"

Dazzle said, "They were going to engrave me something, a brand. Then I woke up halfway through the ceremony. I thought it was just a nightmare."

"It seems that the ceremony was interrupted by something, which is a good thing for you. No wonder I can't feel a similar breath from you."

Strange propped his chin with one hand, and stared at Dazzle with those not-dark eyes: "Are you curious why you were targeted by the Universal Court?"

Dazzle nodded.

According to Strange, the Cosmic Tribunal is the supreme royal court in the universe, and although he, including Magneto, has affirmed his supernatural power level, as far as he is concerned, he is just a not very It's just a humble mutant, no matter how you look at it, it's impossible to attract the attention of the cosmic court.

Strange said at the right time: "That's why I invited you here."

As he said that, he put away the smile on his face, and said seriously: "The will of the universe is in charge of the underlying order of the entire universe. This explanation is very complicated, and it involves the origin of the consciousness of the universe. I will simply give you a concept."

"The cosmic court has different marks according to the degree of criminality of the people being tried. Different marks have different restrictive effects, and what those people who are branded have in common is that they are regarded by the will of the universe as beings that threaten its own security. .”

Daze said in disbelief: "But I don't even know what he is."

Strange clapped his hands: "It's normal that you don't know, but Hancock knows. The will of the universe doesn't care if he loses his memory, does it?"

Dazzle was stunned for a moment: "You mean, it was Hancock who was branded?"

He remembered what Strange said earlier, and slowly said: "So the brand spread to me through blood?"

Strange stretched out his index finger and waved it: "No, no, only the will of the universe can be transmitted through blood. The brand itself cannot be transmitted through various forms."

"Your expression tells me that you have never had any knowledge of the universe before this?"

"But you said before that Hancock was just a parasite of the will of the universe." Dazzle frowned, "Sorry, maybe it's just that the knowledge of the universe we accept is different, what you said is really a bit abstract, a bit... crazy .”

Strange nodded in agreement: "Crazy, he is the perfect description for this."

"The will of the universe is not one thing, it is a consciousness that covers the entire universe. His core is held in the hands of the cosmic court, and his spiritual tentacles can extend to all corners. I don't know what happened to them in the first place. The core of consciousness was taken from Hancock, but what is transmitted to you through his blood is the will of the universe and Hancock's own self-will."

"If what you said just now is correct, I think my reasoning should be correct. This kind of will is rooted in your body through blood, making you equally regarded as a threat to his existence by the will of the universe, so the universe The courts will be after you to try to brand you the Hancock equivalent, soul brand."

Another unfamiliar term.

This time there was no need for Dazzle to ask, Strange explained consciously: "Soul branding, intensifies all the effects of the laws of the universe on the branded person, and completely controls your entire soul. As the name suggests, the soul can never be affected Liberation, being manipulated by the court day after day, even if they have the ability to fight against the court, they can only be subject to all their restrictions. Once they have similar behaviors or even thoughts again, even if it is only a little bit, it will trigger energy riots, No matter how powerful the body is, it will be blown to pieces by the majestic will of the universe."

"This is the highest brand of the universe court."

The last sentence was as soft as a feather, and combined with the vast universe behind him, people couldn't help but feel a sense of fear of the unknown.

Dazzle was silent, and just when Strange thought he would ask for a solution, he asked: "According to you, if the cosmic court is branded according to the degree of criminality of the accused, then Hancock, why Will it be assigned the highest brand?"

He said seriously, "What crime did he commit?"

Strange looked at the black-haired man in front of him. After a long time, he suddenly stood up and leaned forward.

The invisible oppressive feeling made Da Ze couldn't help raising his head, and he could even feel his forehead hair rub against the tip of Strange's nose.At this moment, he stopped moving forward, then opened his mouth, speaking in a mysterious and strange tone.

"Because Hancock's self-will is—"

The next few words were lost between his lips and Dazzle's ear.

Strange watched Dazzle go out of the portal.

He sat back on the chair and couldn't help taking out his mobile phone to look at it - this is his habitual action now, that is, whenever he finished something, he would always involuntarily take out his mobile phone to look at it.

Today, his "cane-making" netizens are still not online.

Dr. Donkey Face couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

He told him that maybe he should look for a new partner who could discuss time and brain flow with him.

His advanced time magic exercises have not made any progress so far.

When Daize returned to the small iron house, less than half an hour had passed.

It started to snow again outside the door, he glanced at the sofa outside, Hancock was still lying on it, his face was covered with snow again, leaving only two nostrils still spraying hot air.

The luggage has been packed, and the car that came to pick him up is already on the way.

Dai Ze looked at the ankle-deep snow, as if wanting to dispel his heavy heart, he patted his forehead.

It feels soft to the touch when stepping on the snow.

When Hancock woke up from his sleep, what he saw was Daize half kneeling on the soft snow, raising his somewhat wide sleeves to reveal half of his arms, and building a snowman in front of his door.

Dazzle also made a ball of grass on a whim for eyes, and a wild beetroot plucked anywhere for a nose. When Hancock came to him, he raised his head and asked, "How is it? Is it stacked well?"

Hancock looked down at this thing with a round head and a square shape: "Like a fart—"

Dai Ze: "Okay, you don't need to say that word."

At the foot of the hill, there was an engine sound, and a coquettish limited edition Ferrari stopped at the bottom of the hill.Tony Stark, who was wearing a well-tailored suit, got off the main driver, leaned on the car and waved at Dazzle.

Daze smiled and picked up the suitcase, turned to Hancock and said, "I'm going first."

Hancock nodded impassively.

He stood there, just watching Daize go further and further away. When he got halfway up the mountain, the man turned and waved at him, and he subconsciously looked away until Dai Ze got into the car. The man took off his sunglasses and said a word of thanks to him, but he didn't listen carefully.

The fiery red sports car made a rut on the snow and sped away.

Hancock stood for a while before returning to his tin hut.

He sat on a chair, this place that was a bit crowded for him didn't know why it looked like now.

Somewhat empty.

The surrounding scenery outside the car window quickly reversed, the car was driving very steadily, and the heating was fully turned on.

There are almost no other pedestrians on such a remote path at this point.Mr. Stark handed over the driving rights to Jarvis halfway through the drive. Daze looked at his not-so-thick suit, and heard him sneeze just as he was about to speak.

Stark threw his sunglasses aside and rubbed his nose: "Damn weather."

Daze controlled the suitcase on the back seat, and a down jacket floated beside him: "It's winter anyway, Mr. Stark."

Stark put it on conveniently: "I just heard the weather forecast said that Los Angeles is 60 degrees today before I came here."

Today, Mr. Stark still manages himself in an orderly manner. In fact, as long as he is not in the Avengers Building, he looks like this on all occasions where he will appear in public.

"You seem to be able to attend a symposium at any time now." Dai Ze smiled, "Of course, after taking off the down jacket."

Obviously, the expensive suit and the oversized clearance down jacket that Daize bought casually are not a perfect match.

Mr. Tony, the man of the scene, the burden of being taller than the sky, Mr. Stark tightened the down jacket on his body indifferently, wrapping himself like a ball.

He said with a nasal voice, "I'm really going to attend a symposium later, so maybe I might have to get down halfway. Jarvis will take you to your destination."

Jarvis cooperated: "Yes, sir. Driver Jarvis is very skilled."

Dai Ze asked casually, "What forum?"

"The chief symposium invitation of the Academy of American Sciences, about the development and cooperation projects of some weapons."

Dai Ze paused, hesitantly said: "Hemei Academy?"

Stark nodded: "Their invitation."

"Since last time, we have been skeptical about the cooperation between the World Scientific Research Group and Hydra. Even if it is not the World Scientific Research Group, it must be a certain National Academy of Sciences under the name of the group. This time is a good opportunity."

Dai Ze frowned and said, "This sounds like a trap."

Stark spread his hands: "What's the matter? At most, our plan failed. I can't be stupid enough to go alone."

Dazzle looked at the bearded man who picked up the incubator from the back seat and pulled out the still steaming cheese pizza and caramel donuts as he spoke, frowning as he was about to bite He moved his fingers forward.

Both the incubator and the donuts flew to Dazzle, and he took a bite.

"You need a healthier diet, Tony." Dazzle accentuated the last name, and then stuffed the food back into the incubator and back in the backseat without any objection.

Tony Stark sat there with a rare blank expression on his face: "But I haven't eaten breakfast yet."

Dazzle handed him a bag of milk and a bag of whole grain crackers.

Stark was silent for a moment, his eyes turned between Dazzle and the bag of thick fiber biscuits floating in front of him, and finally he clicked his tongue and chose to compromise.

Jarvis said at this time: "After Sir's life assistant left, you are the only one who can persuade him, Mr. Daze."

Dai Ze smiled: "Did you say that in front of the person involved?"

He leaned back on the back seat and said casually, "Who was his former life assistant? Little Pepper?"

Jarvis said: "You don't know him. He is a dedicated bodyguard and assistant, sir."

Stark drank the milk expressionlessly, and then said: "A talker, if you don't do what he says, he can talk until your head explodes, so I fired him." After a pause, he looked at Daize, "Who is Pepper?"

Daize froze for a moment, then moved his Adam's apple.

"Uh, a kind of Mexican seasoning."

As he said, Stark parted ways with Daze halfway, and Jarvis drove the car on.However, the more he drove Daize, the more he felt something was wrong around him.

"I remember going to New York without going through downtown Los Angeles, Jarvis."

Jarvis said: "Ah, Sir forgot to tell you just now."

The next moment, the sports car stopped in front of a brand new building, which could be seen to be newly built, with a huge letter A sign hanging on the top.

"For your convenience, here is your newest office, sir."

Daze looked at the building, which was as tall and detailed as the Avengers Building, and swallowed: "Are we going to stay in Los Angeles for a long time?"

"About a week or so."

Well, for the convenience of a week's work, I bought an entire building with dozens of floors in downtown Los Angeles for them, where the six Avengers work.

Okay, it's very Stark.

Dr. Banner was alone in the temporary Avengers Building at this time.

"The captain and the others are going to destroy the last superhuman manufacturing den in the Antarctic scientific research station, and I have more important things to do besides that."

This is the answer given by the doctor when Dai Ze asked.

He wears those glasses, and most of the time the expression on his face is gentle and refined.At this moment, he was standing in front of the sofa in the hall, injecting some medicine to the two people on the sofa.

Daize also knew those two people.

Crossbones, Bilova.

They sat side by side on the sofa, their eyes were open, but their eyes were dull, their irises were dark, and their eyes were scattered. It could be seen that although they were awake, they did not have personal consciousness.

Dai Ze took a step forward, but did not stop the movement of the doctor's hand: "What's wrong with them, doctor?"

Dr. Banner replied bluntly, "I don't know."

"The vital signs are obvious, all the data show no abnormality, and the brain wave frequency is also within the range of ordinary people, but they are like this now."

"The sequelae of the brain domain invasion." Dai Ze frowned.

Dr. Banner sighed after injecting the medicine that provided the two people with daily consumption of body functions: "Many agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. have also experienced similar symptoms. I know a friend in Los Angeles who specializes in the brain field, so Bring them over to find something, but he still hasn't found any specific solution."

As he spoke, he looked at Dai Ze, who could only shake his head and said, "I don't know either, I have never participated in this research."

Dr. Banner said helplessly: "This feeling is really bad."

After speaking, he returned to the laboratory.

Daize looked worriedly at the two friends who were almost like marionettes on the sofa. They all had abrasions to varying degrees. Seemingly, they had already been given medicine, but in this situation it seemed to affect the healing of the wounds. It was absorbed until only a thin layer remained, and the wounds were still grim, and even some of them were still oozing blood.

Dai Ze went upstairs and took the emergency medicine kit opposite them and slowly refilled them with medicine. After finishing the medicine, he sat across from them in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

The display screen hanging in the center of the hall facing him was on, and after an unknown amount of time, there suddenly came a somewhat sharp report.

"Now an urgent news breaks in. There was an explosion accident in the Academy of Sciences 10 minutes ago, and the scene is being rescued. It is reported that the explosion——"

The two key words "Academy of Fine Arts" and "Explosion" instantly attracted his full attention, and he couldn't help but look back at the screen.

On the screen, only the billowing black smoke could be seen from the Academy of Fine Arts not far away, and there were medical staff carrying stretchers to escort the wounded in and out.And in this chaotic scene, Dai Ze saw at a glance not far away, hidden in the flames, a man wearing an iron mask, which belonged to Hydra's "weapon."

Daize's pupils shrank.

Just when he was about to take out his mobile phone to contact Stark, the door of the hall was pushed open at this moment.

Outside the door, Mr. Stark in steel armor walked in carrying a bloody, lifeless man.

The metal mask was opened, and Daze heaved a sigh of relief after seeing Stark who was unharmed inside. He quickly stood up to let the sofa out, and Stark threw the man in his hand onto the sofa.

"He's at least twice as heavy as he looks," said Mr. Iron Man.

Then he pouted at the man on the sofa: "Look at him, Dazzle, he looks seriously injured."

Dazzle responded, turning the man in the heavy jacket, gloves and baseball cap over, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw his face.

Stark unscrewed the water bottle and took a sip, and said there: "When the explosion happened, he came out of nowhere and hugged me to the ground. Although he didn't know him, he did save me. It's better to bring it back than let me go. He squeezed those hospitals to treat them faster."

Dai Ze licked the corner of his mouth: "Don't you think he looks familiar?"

Stark put down the water bottle, pinched the man's chin with his steel-wrapped fingers, glanced back and forth, and confirmed, "I've never seen him before."

Dazzle was silent for a moment, then he picked up a small medical disk to cover half of the man's face, only showing his closed eyes.

Noticing that Stark's movement had obviously faltered for a moment, Dazzle moved the porcelain plate away, and then covered it again.

"Do you think he looks familiar now?"

Mr. Tony Stark rubbed his face: "I remember that in my impression, the person wearing the mask should have a metal arm."

Da Ze reached out and took off the glove on the man's left hand, revealing the smooth metal arm inside.

Stark was silent.

After a while, he showed a strange expression.

"What do you mean, I picked up another Hydra?"

Stark looked at the seriously injured man: "Or will he suddenly jump up and punch someone? I have to admit that his arm is quite strong. He even dented it when he was on the deck before. A piece of me-"

Before he finished speaking, as if he had received some kind of order, the man who was lying on the sofa suddenly jumped up, clenched his mechanical arm and swung at Stark vigorously.

The punch was so fast that only afterimages could be seen.

Caught off guard, it hit his chest, and Iron Man fell back directly on the sofa.

Dai Ze watched the man walking towards him step by step, swallowed secretly.

"Look at your crow's mouth, big nephew."