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

"The interference of psychotropic drugs prevents the ability of your body from spreading to every cell, so muscle weakness will appear. This is normal. It is probably the sequelae of Dr. Banner's experiment. The drug will be completely excreted through metabolism in a few days. It's okay to come out."

In the research room, the Hulk is sitting bent over on the chair that can be called a baby chair for him. Dr. Banner's experiment is effective, at least the number of times the green guy went crazy when he transformed Less, and can even keep quiet when needed, looking like a child who hasn't grown up, except that he is a little bigger, with a straightforward and simple personality, which is almost like two personalities compared to the wise Bruce.

In general, the cheerful Baby Hulk is probably more girl-friendly than the calm Dr. Banner, at least from the reactions of the few female Avengers in the League.

"Let me inject you with a tube of reagent first."

Daze sat across from Hulk, and after he finished speaking, he reached for the syringe next to him. He didn't want the back of his hand to accidentally touch the iron frame at this time, and a row of narrow-mouth bottles on it fell to the ground, making a crisp shattering sound.

Turned into a glass slag.

Dai Ze pinched the center of his brows annoyedly, and waved his hand before Benben came in to clean up, and the debris on the floor was automatically thrown into the trash can.

Hulk laughed: "You look very nervous, is it because you are facing Hulk?"

Dai Ze wanted to shake his head to defend himself, but felt that it would be troublesome to explain why he was so out of his mind, so he simply nodded: "Yes."

Hulk laughed louder: "Then what should I do, I can't let Hulk sit on the ground, Hulk doesn't need to show surrender to you."

Dai Ze smiled: "That's not necessary." He pierced the syringe into the Hulk's skin, and the needle made of special materials smoothly penetrated into the blood vessel, and he said casually while pressing the syringe, "And why sitting on the ground is a sign of submission, you big guys Special rules?"

Hulk scratched the back of his head, and he didn't know how to explain it. He just subconsciously said the sentence just now, and it was also what he thought in his subconscious mind. After thinking for a long time, he explained ambiguously: "Because I'm going to sit on the ground. Look up at you."

This sentence can be very intriguing to Baby Hulk, who only has the word "destruction" in his dictionary.

Dai Ze was stunned for a moment, and his heart beat suddenly slowed down for some reason.

After recovering, he pulled out the test tube and patted the big man's arm: "You can go."

Hulk immediately jumped out of his chair and walked towards Barton's room where he hid peanut butter.

In the laboratory, Daize was still sitting in his original position, looking at a beaker and bottle in a daze.

At this time, Friday's voice came over: "Mr. Dai Ze, there is your express mail, do you want to sign for it?"

Dai Ze came back to his senses and patted his face.

"No, I'll go."

The deliverer was an old man wearing a brown cap and sunglasses. When he saw Daize, he only asked him, "Daize Cabone?"

After getting a definite answer, the old man stuffed the things into Daize's hand, and without asking him to sign for it, he turned around and left on his bicycle.

In his hand is a golden box, rectangular, very thin, very light, and very mysterious.

Nothing was written on it except a mark.

And that mark—

Dai Ze felt inexplicably familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

He returned to the room with doubts, opened the box, and there was a golden envelope lying quietly inside.

The envelope was opened to reveal the white letter paper inside. The first thing that entered was a round red official seal, followed by a row of handwritten words.

Case No. 2017 Universal Court Chu Zi No. 7724.

Summons from the highest court of public opinion in the universe.

The name of the heir is Dai Ze.

The reason for being reported violates the law of the limit of the universe.

Dai Ze's pupils shrank suddenly.

This is a subpoena.

Subpoena of the cosmic court.

"Looks like I'm late?"

Strange, who had disappeared for several months, reappeared from the portal that suddenly appeared, and when he saw the letter paper in Dazzle's hand, he let out an annoyed "Ooh".

Filled with doubts and finding a place to inquire, Daize looked at Strange, frowned and said, "The court of the universe summoned me?"

Strange sat on the chair that Hulk had just now, shrugged: "As you can see."

Dai Ze paused, but still asked: "Why?"

Strange stretched out his finger and pointed at the subpoenaed column on the summons: "Isn't it written, it violates the limit law of the Universal Tribunal."

Dai Ze pursed his lips: "I don't know that law at all."

Strange: "It's one thing that you don't know. This is the experience that every superhero who is targeted by the universe court will have. It's only a matter of time before you go or not."

Dazzle fell silent.

He suddenly thought of what Strange said back then, and belatedly said, "You knew they would summon me? That's why you asked me to help you deal with them?"

Strange said indifferently: "They will always find a suitable reason to summon you, either this one or that one."

"But I don't know anything about the Universal Court."

Strange patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I will go with you."

Dazzle: "What will they do to me when I go?"

"They will brand your soul, just like Hancock, from now on your abilities will be restricted, and they can control your life and death as they please. They even say—"

"In order to kill the danger in the cradle, I will pick a crime and put you in a dimensional prison. At that time, you can't even come back. Hancock was locked in, and then escaped from prison. But not everyone is Hancock .”

After hearing this, Dai Ze felt his temple throbbing and hurting.

Speaking of this, Strange also frowned: "I will do my best to ensure your safety, and I have also called for helpers. We have a high chance of defeating those old bastards this time, but It’s not 100 percent going to work.”

After speaking, both of them fell into silence.

After a while, Dazzle sighed.

"When will you go? There is no time written on the subpoena."

Strange raised his eyebrows, and stood up from the chair with a shake of the red cloak: "If you have nothing else to do, you can start now. I have to take you to my place first, and there are still some things to discuss. "

Daize also stood up.

He pinched his brows wearily: "I'm going to take a bath."

Half an hour later, Daze came out of the bathroom covered in steam. Strange sat on the sofa in the hall and watched TV. At this point, Steve and Tony were busy with their own affairs, and the ladies went shopping together. The three high school students hadn't finished class yet, and Hawkeye and Hulk were still fighting over a jar of peanut butter in the training room, so the entire hall on the third floor was unbelievably quiet, except for the voices of the male and female hosts on the TV.

Dazzle leaned against the door frame of the room and wiped his head.

"Los Angeles real-time news reports that two weeks have passed since Hancock was imprisoned, and the crime rate in Los Angeles has risen by 30% year-on-year. Going to L.A. jail, does that mean our L.A. hero will be released early? Have to say, now is when L.A. needs him."

Hearing the male and female hosts continue to follow up on this vicious incident in Los Angeles, Daize turned his head and looked at the small round table in the center of his room.

Sunlight poured in from the wide-open window, and the two watches on the table shone brightly.

One was originally worn by Dazzle, and one was given to him by Hancock.

Dai Ze watched, and the movement of wiping his hair gradually slowed down.

He suddenly said, "Mr. Strange, I have something to do suddenly, can you give me some time?"

Strange spread his hands: "There are still a few days before you are taken to court like a chicken, and you have plenty of time. But remember to save one day for me, at least I have to teach you how to use magic—"

Doctor Strange clicked his tongue, and changed his words: "Arm yourself with supernatural powers and turn your skin into an iron wall, otherwise you will be crushed into powder by those stardust fragments when you cross the Rosen Bridge."

After he finished speaking, he heard Daize's answer, followed by the sound of running barefoot on the wooden floor. Not long after, the black-haired man whose hair was still dripping with water came out with a watch and stood in front of Strange, black His eyes were shining brightly, without the helplessness and exhaustion of just now.

Holding a sharp tool in his hand, he asked him, "Can I ask you about the blessing magic of engraving metal?"

Even used honorifics.

Strange: "Yes yes yes. What do you want to do?"

Dai Ze: "I want to make the words I engraved on it look better."

For the first time, there was a knock on Hancock's door in the Los Angeles jail.

"Los Angeles is in chaos right now and we need your help."

The warden said so outside the door.

The difference in height meant that the two parties were different in style. The warden started to sweat coldly on his forehead when he saw the man, so the other party said something indifferent.

"Wait."

As he spoke, he stretched out his long arms and closed the door again.

The warden breathed a sigh of relief, wiped off his cold sweat and looked at the sheriff: "Wait, wait."

When Dazzle came to Hancock's prison through the bright blue portal, the tall man was wearing the uniform Rui had customized for him, standing in front of the palm-sized mirror and shaving with his fingernails.

"Congratulations on getting out of prison."

He buckled the watch on the man's wrist before the man could react. The wide strap and the dull metallic color fit on Hancock's wrist, which was unexpectedly pleasing to the eye.

Hancock was a little surprised, his right hand was still shaving on his face, and his hand was covered with white foam.Daize took his dry other hand and instructed: "When you get to the scene, remember to be gentle, don't step on the road or any buildings, and don't give people a bad impression as soon as you come out. The impression of coming to smash the scene."

Hancock lowered his eyes to see Dazzle holding his hand, white and black overlapped, and the color difference on the skin became a visual impact as expected.

He nodded: "Yes."

Dai Ze also said: "Punish the bad guys in the right way, and don't cause irreparable economic losses on the spur of the moment."

Hancock: "Yeah."

Daze; "If the cops are doing a good job, you're going to tell them it's a good job."

Hancock said, "If they do a good job, what else do I need to do?" he lingered around his mouth, and finally nodded: "Yeah."

After explaining everything that should be explained, Dazzle took another look at Hancock.

He didn't say that when Rui customized this uniform, he only provided the styling idea, and the fiber material in it was the best finished product that Daize used after repeated research.

The black leather uniform has an eagle pattern on the chest. The streamlined design perfectly fits the man's tall frame. The textbook-style inverted triangle figure can indeed be said to be gender-neutral and sexy.

Dai Ze withdrew his hand and wanted to look up at him, but his eyes met in the air for less than half a second before moving away unnaturally. After thinking about it, he really didn't know what to say, and finally he could only say something as if to cheer him up.

"come on."

Hancock looked down at Daze for a while, then staggered to the sink to shave off the last bit of stubble, washed his hands and the foam on his face slowly, wiped it with a towel, and then went to Daze's Under the gaze, he suddenly stretched out his hand, twisted his fingers lightly, and untied the strap on his left wrist.

He turned the strap over.

Dai Ze: "!!!"

The man caressed the "John" inside the strap with his rough thumb, and smiled.

Daze seldom sees Hancock smiling, almost never, this omnipotent superman has only two expressions on his face all year round, one is a blank expression that looks like a black question mark, and the other is a little expression It also looks like a hooligan.

Now laughing so meaninglessly, the feeling of being caught on the spot made Daize's scalp almost explode.

Daize can be sure that this move of his is definitely the most impulsive and least considerate of consequences in his life.

It's similar to the urge to confess to someone you have a crush on the day before the college entrance examination holiday when you are finally forced to a dead end with the attitude that no one will see anyone in the future anyway.

It is also similar to the urge to confess to a crush on April Fool's Day and say happy April Fool's Day even if he is rejected anyway.

For him, this is the urge to muster up the courage to give his wife a divorce agreement before serving his sentence, so that she can remarry a good man without any worries.

My mind is running fast, but the metaphors I can think of are not very appropriate.

Daze doesn't know the universe court, but he believes in himself and Strange enough, basically there is no possibility of being imprisoned for life. According to Strange, after fifteen days of interrogation, the impulse faded , the two can face each other calmly.

The most important thing is that he feels that with Hancock's (usually shown) IQ, it must be impossible to discover this so quickly.

So he didn't even think about how to deal with it after being caught on the spot.

Especially now that the man has to ask him inquisitively: "What do you mean?"

What do you mean?

For kindergarten children, even a towel must have his name written on it to declare sovereignty in case he uses someone else's towel by mistake.

It can also mean that if you write your name, you won’t lose it if someone else picks it up, and it will be returned to you, isn’t it a great meaning?

The name John is too common. How many people in Los Angeles are called John must be more than your John.

It's not that I'm opportunistically confessing to you.

Do you believe it?

Daize moved his Adam's apple.

Even he himself didn't believe it.

He began to reflect.

Why on earth did he push himself into this situation?

The author has something to say: The copy of the universe court can be explained clearly in about one or two chapters, because the final boss setting of this article is Hydra from the beginning, see if you can finish the copy with a thick and long shot tomorrow .