The Stark Paradox

Tasha sat behind the bar in the building's 37th-floor lobby, trying to open a bottle of whiskey for herself with one hand.She failed a few times due to uncoordinated movements, then stared at the bottle in dismay as if that would allow it to open and pour it into her glass.

Her right hand was hanging in front of her chest, which caused her great inconvenience. Seven days had passed since that horrible kidnapping. In fact, the impasse completely healed the gun on her shoulder on the third day after she came back. She was injured, but she still had to wear a bandage when she faced Carol, so she wouldn't have to explain her superhuman resilience to her assistant.

Tasha completely believes in her assistant's ability. Once she is told about the desperate situation, what she wants to explain is not just super resilience...

Pep had this ability once, and Carol certainly has it.

She didn't want to take the risk.By not telling Carol so she doesn't have to get in trouble for lying about herself if necessary.

"Tasha, are you listening to me?" Of course, her faithful assistant was still chattering in her ear.

"What?" Tasha stared at the wine bottle, finally gave up on conventional means, and resorted to violent destruction, which she disliked the most.She picked up the bottle and knocked it directly against the edge of the table. The bottle shattered from the neck, and the shards of glass fell to the floor. Tasha ignored it. Anyway, there would be a cleaning robot to clean it. The shards of broken glass at the bottom of the bottle settled in the wine glass.

"Do you need me to find a psychiatrist for you?" Carol frowned watching Tasha's movements, "You're still injured, you shouldn't be drinking, didn't the doctor tell you... God, don't tell me You haven't seen a doctor yet?"

"No need, the building is fully equipped, and I have professional doctors and ambulances."

"Oh, those silicon-based friends of yours..."

[Tasha, I have to say that although the ambulance is professional, he is professional in the silicon base...] Jazz's teasing voice suddenly sounded in her head, startling Tasha, she looked up Looking at Carol, he found that the latter was still immersed in his preaching and did not notice her reaction.

[Shut up, ser, you're not helping. ] Tasha thought, she must be writing down the connection to the central computer in the laboratory.

"Don't worry about me, Carol, what did you just say? A therapist? Why do you think I need a therapist?"

"You have been kidnapped, Tasha." Carol looked at Tasha, stopped lecturing, and spoke earnestly.

It's not that she hasn't encountered kidnapping since she was hired by SI, but Stark has a complete system, and almost all kidnappings end in attempts.

And this time...

"You were sent to the Middle East, shot and almost died. Tasha, it's not shameful, everyone will be afraid." Carol was determined to do her ideological work.

"Did you forget that I repelled the alien attack in New York and handed over a group of silicon bases that can run?"

"This is also a problem... Tasha, this is a big problem. I was worried about you after that... But now I worry about you even more... You haven't left this building since you came back."

【Look, I said you should go out and relax. 】

[Shut up, sir...]

"Carol, you're thinking too much." Tasha wondered why she didn't go out these days because she was testing the results of the land bridge, and at the same time searched for two files on the Internet and stuffed them into Jazz's communication. .

[What is this? ] Jazz happily and unsuspectingly accepted it, and after a few seconds, Jazz's voice came again from the communication, changing from teasing to howling [Oh!What the hell is this! Blind me 24k titanium optics! ! ! ! 】

[Such as the name of the package... Long~Day~Car~] Tasha replied in a good mood while covering the corner of her mouth with a wine glass.It was a bunch of gif animations, she accidentally saw it when she was surfing the Internet, and it was just right to use it to take revenge on the society at this time.

[I hate you, Tasha! 】

【Don’t be like this, honey, I know you love me to death~】

Then she came around from behind the bar, being careful not to step on the shards of glass, and walked over to the armrest where Carol was sitting on the armchair, handed her the glass, and patted it with that hand. Carol comforted, "Relax, I'm fine, I'm just a little busy lately, and I don't want to face endless questions from the media after this incident, not to mention that it's not good for public relations." Tasha pointed I hugged my shoulders, and then raised three fingers, "If I have any questions, I will tell you as soon as possible."

"You'd better do this." Carol pursed her lips to temporarily accept her meaning, and after thinking about it, she added, "Tasha, you don't have to force yourself..."

"I didn't..." Tasha tilted her head for a while and smiled at her, "Believe me, I have encountered worse...many times."

*******

The North Pole, the secret base of MARS under the ice.

"Natasha Stark." Destroy looked at the three-dimensional image sitting in the car with his hands completely off the steering wheel and eating a hot dog. There was no bandage on his body and he couldn't see any injuries at all. He was dead Staring at the three-dimensional image, he unconsciously clenched the glass of red wine in his hand, "This man has brought us enough trouble."

"This also fully shows that she is valuable enough." Behind him, the heavy voice of the ventilator sounded, "She has a secret in her."

"We will always know." Destroyer shook his head, but still stared at the smiling woman on the screen. He once wanted to make this charming woman his own, but now this woman caused him to lose Everything, his company, his reputation, his status.

But that's okay, he still has something to make a comeback.

"Perfect your nanites as soon as possible."

"I have an idea that if I recode the nanite, I can make it into a more aggressive weapon."

"Then finish it." Destroyer nodded without thinking too much, "We still have resources."

While he was speaking, the door of the command room opened again, everyone turned their heads away, and then saw the boss's most powerful assistant, Bai Ghost, and the boss's lover, the baroness, walking in.

"The last batch of goods has arrived." The ninja in a white suit walked up to a step behind Destroyer and reported to his boss cautiously.

"Is everything going well on the road?" De Sizhuo turned his head slightly, but instead of talking to him, he looked at the red-haired woman with all kinds of flair.

The baroness stepped forward, smiled and was guided by the other party's hand, leaned forward and kissed the other party. She didn't shy away from the crowd around her, and she left after a minute. "Well, there was a little trouble, but we got it done."

"Clean enough?"

"No one survived."

"Very good." Destroyer smiled and turned his head, "Doctor, you can go and see your new toy."

"?" Even though he was wearing a ventilator, Destroyer was still satisfied to see the doubts manifested on his face.

******

IMF headquarters.

"Joseph, do you have any news for me?"

"The assets of MARS are legal... I can't find any breakthrough. Destroyer's private property was emptied on the day you came back, and the account is nowhere to be checked." The man who was named turned his head to his old man. Friend Ethan said, "Here is a list of military contracts for MARS..."

"Thank you." Of course, Ethan didn't expect to find a breakthrough so easily. He didn't complain, but nodded to express his gratitude to his friend for his high efficiency. You must know that military contracts are confidential. Not easy, especially if the military doesn't like secret departments like them.

He took the things in the other party's hands, flipped through them casually, and a contract caught his attention.

It was a contract...About MARS providing weapons to the U.S. military, and the U.S. military is willing to provide some strategic materials for its company-including, among other things, the remains of the Cybertronian robots.

*****

A private hospital in Los Angeles.

This woman woke up from a long coma, she felt that she was missing something, her heart was empty... She was missing a lot of things, a lot of memories.

She doesn't even know who she is.

"Your name is Letty." The shaved man in a suit smiled at him.

"My name is Owen Xiao. I saved you. If you want, you can do it with me." The other party's smile made her feel uncomfortable instinctively.But she couldn't feel what was wrong.She quickly attributed this to her hallucination.

She savored it carefully, the name.

Letty - it's nice on the tongue, a good name, she likes it.

So she nodded to the man.

[This is the scene of a rampant jailbreak during the day. There are six felons in the car... All the criminals have been brought to justice, and the only one who escaped is Donimike Tretto...]

"Hey, Tasha, you should check this out." Jazz, who was bored watching the news broadcast in the underground laboratory, saw the picture of the wanted man and found it familiar. After only a few seconds, he dug it out from his CPU I saw the black man whom Tasha and he met on the highlight of their trip to Los Angeles.So he pushed the virtual screen, and under the command of the smart butler, the screen accurately slid and stopped in front of Tasha who was working with her head down.

"?" Tasha put down the cutting machine, pushed up the goggles, and glanced suspiciously at the big wanted photo on the screen——

[His associate is former federal investigator, Brian O'Connor.And his younger sister, Mia Tretto. 】

"Oh..." Tasha frowned slightly at the news, but she didn't feel very surprised. "This looks a lot like Dominique's style."

"Is that so? Is it okay not to help?"

"Dominic has a lot of ways...he will find a way to find me if he needs to...but this time...I guess they should have arrived in Mexico or Brazil?" Tasha shrugged, put on her goggles again, and returned to work.

"Sometimes I really don't understand how you humans make friends."

"Don't be stupid, you are attracted by this." Tasha waved at him and smiled, "Welcome to Earth."

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And, the next chapter visually transitions directly to a year later.