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

As if some solemn ceremony had been completed, as the fingertips were pulled away, the surroundings seemed to be pressed the pause button. It was hard to tell whether it was the stillness of time or space. The center of the storm glowed with a bright blue light.

The instant removal of the ability made the Universal Court lose its target, and Strange moved his suddenly relaxed shoulders and breathed a sigh of relief.

"If I knew what the group of old men in the Universal Court looked like, I couldn't help imagining how they are now in a state of desperation."

Wang couldn't help rubbing his bald head. This was the only way he could express his emotions: "You should think about how you will face the distraught look of the Three Great Temples when you go back."

Strange sneered and said, "Do I still need to see their faces?" He turned his wrist as he spoke, the side effect of the loss of strength was that his hands were shaking now, but he had long been accustomed to this kind of shaking.

"We've wasted enough time, I hope we can catch up with my morning practice when we go out."

Having said that, Strange began to fall in the direction of Dazzle.

The power of that riot drained all his strength. When everything stopped suddenly, not only did Daize not wake up, but he rolled his eyelids and fell backwards. If it wasn’t for the one that appeared on his shoulder and With his returning hand, he would probably slam the sharp gravels behind him hard.

Strange whistled, then rolled his eyes at Hancock's inexplicable gaze.

Wang couldn't help asking the question he had been wondering since he entered here: "Is he something in this dream dimension or his own ontological consciousness?" After a pause, he added, "If it is the ontological consciousness Why does it appear in other people's dreams? He can't help but know how dangerous it is."

Strange spread his hands and said, "This will probably only be known after we go out."

He looked at Hancock: "You have to pick him up, I'm taking him out."

Hancock glanced at Strange, then at Dazzle, and finally silently passed through his legs and hugged him horizontally.

Even in a coma, the young man was still restless.

He kept rolling his eyes, clutching the metal mask tightly in his hand, and murmured something in his mouth, which seemed to be a person's name.

It seems to be Tony.

Hancock didn't know what his emotions were, but how could he say that this was a person he had saved countless times with his bones broken, but now he was calling someone else's name, which made his senses very complicated.

On the other side, Strange completed the last engraved line of his magic circle.

"Hopefully by the time you get back your maggot sautéed kale is too cold to eat."

Wang: "That's the stick insect." He added, "And the spider eye soup."

Strange showed an expression of "I have to do something to get rid of this butler".

The Supreme Sorcerer turned to look at Hancock, stretched out his hand and started counting down.

"Count to three and come back to reality."

"three--"

"two--"

"one."

It fell with a snap of fingers.

Dazzle snapped his eyes open.

He was lying on a bed, a white bed with a white ceiling above his head, and to the left of the bed there was a huge French window looking out on the Malibu waterfront in Los Angeles.

It was very quiet all around, only the sound of the waves hitting the reef outside and his rapid breathing could be heard.

Daze looked around the room in a daze. He was sure that he had never been here before, but he still had an inexplicable sense of familiarity with it.

"You are awake, sir."

A familiar mechatronic sound came from somewhere in the room,

"Jarvis?"

"You startled us all, sir. You were in a coma for five days."

Benben raised his mechanical arm and turned in from the door. On the tray were exquisite breakfast and toiletries, and the breakfast bag had Uncle John's logo printed on it.

Dai Ze picked up the cup of mouthwash and put it in his mouth, the taste was slightly pungent.He lifted the quilt and stood up from the bed. The air was very humid, not cold, and the climate in Los Angeles destined him to be like spring all year round.

"Five days?" Dai Ze looked at the black rocks and white waves outside the window and asked, "Where is this?"

"sir's beach house in Malibu Sea."

One of the iconic buildings of Mr. Iron Man.

No wonder he felt a little familiar here.

"Why didn't he return to the Avengers?" Dazzle asked casually.

"Something happened, sir."

Dazzle could hear a bit of hesitation in Jarvis's unmechanical electronic voice.

"They—sir, he came here directly after he got you out of the Red Skull's machine in the lab."

The three words "Red Skull" made Dai Ze slightly stunned, and the memory that had been temporarily forgotten came back at noon.

They were originally going to the Academy of American Sciences to explore all the conspiracies about the brain wave diffusion instrument and the red skull. They were forced to separate halfway, and then separated while resisting the rioting superman. He was caught by Litander. The laboratory is already prepared.

Then came the dream that was used to confuse and paralyze him.

He heard someone calling him, the voice was low and familiar.Then he woke up.

"The Red Skull experiment almost succeeded, and the progress on that machine stopped at 99% when we arrived."

Jarvis was still narrating the scene at the time, Daze felt his scalp go numb, and his hands and feet became cold instantly.

Aware of Daze's strangeness, Jarvis stopped his narration and asked, "What's wrong with you, sir?"

Daize suppressed the unreasonable uneasiness in his heart, pressed his eyebrows and said, "Where's Tony?"

"He's in the basement." Jarvis said, "Maybe you can go and see him. Sir's condition is not very good now."

"What's up with him?"

Jarvis was silent for a while, and finally chose to speak: "Sir, when the captain and the others entered the central laboratory, they saw some bad videos, about-"

"His parents, and Sergeant Barnes's."

Dazzle's nerves tensed instantly: "Does Tony know?"

Jarvis said, "You know that too."

"I always knew."

He quickly picked up the coat from Mr. Tony Stark hanging on the hanger and put it on: "I'll go see him."

His hurried footsteps echoed in the stairwell, Jarvis silently exited the monitoring system in the basement workshop, Dazzle stopped in front of the glass door, and saw Mr. Iron Man lying asleep on the workbench at a glance .

He was wearing a thin black short-sleeved jacket on the outside, and a shorter white long-sleeved shirt on the inside. You could just see his side face at an angle. It was still the familiar face, but it was not the same as before. A high-spirited spirit that can be easily felt even with eyes closed.There was a scar on the right cheek that was still coagulated with dark red blood, and the fundus of his eyes was black and blue.

The glass door opened automatically, Daize thanked him softly.

"Can you bring me a hot water bottle and a piece of gauze?"

He touched the clumsy mechanical arm, and the stupid mechanical assistant tilted its arm in a nondescript salute gesture, and then walked out.

Dazzle looked back at the workshop, and it was messy inside. Although Stark's workshop had never been tidy, it was definitely the messiest he had ever seen.He couldn't even find a place to stay due to the piles of metal parts on the ground.

When he finally moved to the climate next to Stark, Daize saw the image on the virtual light screen in front of him on his tool table. On it was a middle-aged man in a white coat. Daize didn't treat him very well. strangeness.

howard.

He was probably recording and analyzing some experiment, and the sound of explosions came from the background from time to time.

The sound was very loud, and I don't know if it was because of this reason that Stark slept very restlessly.

In fact, the fact that he was able to fall asleep was the result of not closing his eyes for 72 consecutive hours.

Dazzle took off his coat and put it on him, walked around behind Stark and stretched out his hands to press his temples, trying to make him sleep more peacefully in this way, but he didn't expect that his fingertips just touched the skin , the wrist was grabbed by something vigorously, that person stood up and exerted a little force, and instantly switched the positions of Daize and him. The sound of mechanical parts being assembled and assembled, before Daize could even react from the sudden situation, the mechanical arm slammed over, and then suddenly stopped at the tip of Dai Ze's nose, the air flowed across his face, Parted the ends of his hair.

Da Ze looked at Stark who suddenly burst into flames in front of him, but the other party acted even more in shock than him.

Stark retracted his mechanical arm, and the metal parts disintegrated themselves and fell to the ground after losing the command.Tony let go of the hand that was holding Dazzle's wrist, rubbed his face in frustration, and sat back down again.

"you're awake."

His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for days.

In this face-to-face posture, Dai Ze leaned against the table and looked at him with lowered eyebrows: "Are you always so surprised?"

Stark tapped his chaotic brain hard: "I just lack sleep."

"You never get enough sleep."

Dazzle glanced at the high-calorie junk food in the trash can, and sighed: "You are the worst self-care person I've ever met who never learned how to take care of himself."

Stark was silent.

Benben carried a piece of gauze and a hot water bottle the size of a fist into the room, Daze took it, wrapped the hot water bottle with gauze and pressed it to the wound on Stark's cheek.

The sudden stimulation made Mr. Iron Man couldn't help but "hiss".

He wanted to say no, but when he looked up and saw Dai Ze's serious expression, he silently swallowed the words back.

"I thought cold compresses would be more effective." Stark said casually.

Dai Ze showed an expression of "you really don't know how to take care of yourself", and didn't speak.

The room fell into silence for a moment, only the sound of hot water in the hot water bottle flowing and colliding when gently pressed could be heard.

When the application was almost done, Dai Ze put down the hot water bottle and began to press and rub the area with his wrist.

"Who beat you?" He asked suddenly.

Stark rubbed his nose and refused to answer the question.

After all, being beaten up by someone is not something that the famous Iron Man can be proud of.

Daze could only say directly: "Jarvis told me."

When he finished speaking, he clearly felt Stark's skin under his wrist stiffen.

"If it wasn't because I couldn't beat them, I would have punched them all."

As he spoke, he nodded at the wound on Stark's face.

"Just follow here."