[Zhongyingmei] I'm the villain boss, okay?

When Stark hurried into the neurology building of Mason Hospital, Sophia was discussing extremely serious issues with Patrick in a strange room.

"Do I really have to wear this thing?"

Sophia looked down at the gleaming handcuffs and red paint on her wrists, awkwardly moved the heavy iron cover on her back, looked at the red-haired man opposite through the thick glass wall, and wrinkled depressedly. A bun face.

"Of course." Patrick slumped on the armchair, weakly touching the big bag on his forehead, "I showed you Stark's text message, didn't I? This is what he asked for."

"All right......"

Sophia sighed, and leaned on the narrow chair without love, waiting for Stark's arrival.

"...But why does he want me to dress up like this?"

Sophia straightened up abruptly, staring at the man opposite him who was resting with his eyes closed.

Patrick opened his eyes vigilantly, closed his mouth tightly, stared straight ahead dully, and tried to empty his mind.

"Why don't you speak?" Sophia tilted her head.

Patrick, who is still trying to clear his mind: Who knows if you can use that damn mind-reading technique again!

"I can't use mind reading skills now!" Sophia quickly retorted.

Patrick:  …

"Oh!" Sophia patted her thigh angrily, "Why can't it work again?"

"..."

"call......"

Patrick, who was beginning to feel hopeless, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Anyway, Stark will be here soon. Instead of asking me, it's better to wait for him to come and ask him face to face."

"Oh..." Sophia, who was always unable to read minds well, felt even more desperate, and slumped on the chair.

Patrick: Fortunately, this wild boy has a bad brain. He forged a text message and believed it.Although it didn't quite match the plan, but the result...is finally back on track.

He took out his phone to check the time, then put it back.

The room fell silent again.

until......

"Boom boom boom..."

The two people in the room instantly cheered up.

"Mr. Patrick, do you need coffee?" A familiar voice seemed to come from outside the door.

"I think I've already told you - stay away from here!" Patrick kicked the leg of the table in front of him irritably.

"Hey, don't talk like that!" Sophia was very dissatisfied, "Sure enough, Stark is right, you people must have never learned etiquette lessons, how rude!"

Patrick didn't look at her, just stared darkly at the tiles ahead.

The room fell silent again.

"Boom boom boom..."

"Who?"

"Sir, Dr. Grande seems to be looking for you."

Patrick stood up impatiently: "What's the matter?"

"Your wife seems to have woken up."

Patrick paused, got up and pulled open the door, and saw a beautiful red-haired nurse holding a clipboard and looking up at him.

"I've never seen you, pretty little nurse..."

Patrick changed from his irascibility just now, and raised the corners of his mouth gently.

"Ah, sir, I, I'm the new trainee nurse..."

The little red-haired girl tugged at the nurse's cap a little helplessly, and a few mischievous strands of hair jumped out along the brim of the cap.

"so......"

As Patrick spoke, he backed away slowly, and then slammed the door.

"Start attack mode!"

He sneered, and quickly pressed a few seemingly inconspicuous buttons next to the gate.

Sophia couldn't figure out what was going on, but heard a huge mechanical roar coming from all directions.

"boom!"

The heart-shattering crash came again, but the room remained motionless, as if nothing had happened.

Suddenly, the door directly in front disappeared, and together with the entire wall, it became a giant screen.

A big face is reflected on the screen,

"Damn! Where did you hide the child!!!"

Stark's angry features almost sprayed through the helmet and onto Patrick's face.

"Oh... Mr. Stark, long time no see, why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea first?"

Patrick crossed his legs leisurely and leaned against the corner of the table.

"Where did you hide Sophia!"

"Mr. Stark, you don't think that I'm really going to stay in Mason's hospital stupidly, waiting for you and your 'Avengers' to tie me up and send me to prison... and , you don't seem to be very obedient..."

Patrick tilted his head and paced the room slowly,

"Natasha Romanoff, sure enough, is very sexy - but it seems that it is more dangerous than sexy..."

"Don't talk nonsense, what conditions do you want?"

The black widow pulled off the nurse's cap and crossed her arms coldly.

"Don't be so cold-blooded, what conditions are you talking about? Why don't you... have a look at this first."

Patrick lightly pressed the remote control, and the white wall beside Stark disintegrated, revealing a screen in the center.

At the same time, Sophia stared at the camera that suddenly started flashing outside the glass wall, her eyes widened in confusion.

"...fucking fucking sissy!!!"

Stark's voice almost broke away from cursing, and tremblingly poked at Sophia's body through the screen.

"Stark!"

Sophia jumped up excitedly, stretched her neck and looked at the opposite screen, wishing to press her face against the glass.

And in Stark's eyes...

The child's wings and wrists were locked, and there were still bloodstains on his body, and he was hoarse and frightened, calling for help.

"You're finally here! You don't have to watch the Disney show, I, I want to go home..."

Sophia looked at Iron Man's golden-red mask and suddenly felt a little aggrieved. Just as she was about to get closer to him, she bumped her head against the glass.

"boom."

The few chubby flesh on Sophia's face were stuck to the glass, squeezing her little face white.

Stark: God.

"Oh oh oh... what a sweet scene..." Patrick tapped the remote control, and Sophia's image disappeared, leaving only a black screen.

"What on earth do you want to do?" Stark gritted his teeth, his heart trembling.

"To be honest, I don't have any hostility towards this child—except that she is a child of the Stark family." Patrick said something inexplicable lightly.

Stark frowned secretly: "So, your goal is me?"

"Bingo!" Patrick clapped his hands exaggeratedly, "That's right."

"What's wrong with you?"

"Holidays? You and I have nothing to do with each other, hahahahaha..."

Patrick smiled and bent over, his eyes covered by light red hair showed a trace of unforgettable hatred.

"Clive, Clive...Jobbiani Group...Jobbiani...wait, what's your wife's name? Is it Molly Jo Bianni?"

"I finally remembered..."

Patrick slowly raised his head, his eyes as pale as glass revealed an undisguised gloom.

And Stark, who ordered the armor system to urgently search for the information of "Molly Giobianni", was surprised to see a line of words:

"A request to be a voluntary tester of the latest generation of the ''BARF Regret Compensation System'' was denied.

Reason: The system is immature, and the patient is too traumatized, so it is not suitable to be the experimenter of the first stage. "

Stark finally remembered the little incident that was almost fading from his memory.

"I don't have much contact with her, but she found me through the relationship with the Jobianni Group, hoping to become the first batch of volunteers in the BARF system. I didn't agree, that's all."

"You didn't agree?" Patrick looked at the man opposite him tremblingly as if he had heard some unbelievable joke, "You really didn't agree, on the bright side - nonsense, the project is not mature at all, how could it be possible to carry out the experiment ? I’m afraid you will be cast aside by thousands of people! But behind the scenes, you are willing to lure countless experimenters to participate in the physical experiment for the system to be able to, even at the expense of..."

He seemed to be unable to speak any more, the blue veins were like vines, spreading along his pale wrist to his shoulder.

"...What?" Stark had no idea what he was talking about. "No consent is no consent, what 'induces the experimenter to participate'? I don't know what you're talking about?"

"You don't know, what am I talking about?" Patrick took a few breaths, and pressed the remote control hard, "It seems that you are not going to admit it, let alone this poor child... "

"Wait!" Stark yelled and interrupted him, "Wait, wait, I think you seem to have misunderstood something."

Stark has been pondering the name of "Molly Gibbiani", and always feels that he seems to have forgotten something, until he dug out his address book and saw a wrong message.

"

To Molly Jobbiani,

A sexy girl has a big appetite.But that's ok, tonight in private room 1 of the beach restaurant, if you do well, maybe...you can get what you want - remember to wear your black lace dress from last time.

FromTony Stark"

Then came another message the next morning.

"

To Molly Jobbiani,

Sorry, drunken gaffe, wrong send.

FromTony Stark"

Then there was no reply.

Stark covered his forehead with a headache.

During that time, the incident had just ended, and I was living in a muddle, so ambiguous and explicit text messages abounded everywhere.It's just that, that time, I wanted to send it to a woman I met in the bar - Molly Turner, but I mistakenly sent it to "Molly Jobbiani" who I had just met.

However, neither of the two Mollys came that night, and Molly Gibbiani had never worn a black lace dress in front of him. Although Stark felt very embarrassed, the incident seemed to have affected him. So let this matter go.

Unexpectedly...

"Mr. Clive, are you talking about that text message that was sent to the wrong person? I don't have any pretensions to your wife. I'm very sorry, but I sent it to the wrong person."

"...Wrong person?"

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Is Stark the junior?

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感谢在2020-07-0215：40：44～2020-07-0318：39：59期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: a bottle of laughter like Yan;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!