Marvel turns into Iron Man

"Cindy Moon...ah, here it is."

On the rows of bookcases, Ezekiel found the student file he wanted.

"Willow Street, Brooklyn, that's probably where she lives now."

It is not difficult to find Cindy Moon's private file, after all, it is only based on the picture.

It's just that the address of the other party is a little far from the school.

After succeeding, there is no need for Ezekiel to stay here.

But it was already night, and considering other things, he decided to go home first.

The return route is naturally familiar, and there is no need to repeat the rest of the matter.

The next afternoon, at the gate of the State University of New York Imperial College High School.

Ezekiel carried his backpack and boarded a black Audi A8 parked across the street.

"I said kid, you are going too far."

Sitting in the driver's seat was a rather scruffy-looking middle-aged man in a white lab coat.

The man yawned while talking, and he didn't seem to be in any spirit.

"Sorry to interrupt your lunch break, Professor Curtis."

"But I have to go to a party at a girl classmate's house.

"And I don't want the group to know about it, so please."

Ezekiel, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, said without knowing it, and reached out to put his seat belt on.

Professor Curtis frowned helplessly and twisted the car key.

And this poor guy who was temporarily caught as Ezekiel's personal driver.

Naturally, it was a super villain who worked in the Stark Industries Biotechnology Laboratory.

Dr. Curtis Kurt Connors - creator of Lizard Severe Limb Regeneration Potion and one of Ezekiel's teachers.

And this so-called "teacher" title naturally has a double meaning.

Professor Curtis is not only a professor at the State University of New York, but also Ezekiel's biology teacher.

At the same time, Miss Stark's best friend, Miss Helen, also serves as the teacher.

And Dr. Drake from the Life Foundation, two very distinguished biologists in the industry.

"Remember, this is what you owe me. It's best not to be late for the next class."

Seeing Ezekiel's indifferent look, Professor Curtis gritted his teeth.

But after all, he is the younger brother of his boss, so the old professor has no other choice.

"I'll take you there, but you can figure out what to do when you go back."

"Of course, I will arrange a car to pick me up. You don't need to worry about this, Professor Curtis."

After telling the professor Cindy's address, Ezekiel simply closed his eyes and meditated.

And the professor had no choice but to step on the accelerator, and drove the car across Manhattan towards Brooklyn.

After an hour and a half, the black Audi 8 stopped at the destination given by his lock.

"Okay, you brat, it's time to get out of the car."

"Go enjoy the young people's party, old Kurt is going home to sleep."

Ezekiel sneered, and got out of the car amidst Professor Curtis' loud shouts.

"By the way, professor, there is one more thing. The paper I showed you last time has received a reply."

"Of course, it's a student I taught myself after all."

After listening to Ezekiel's words, Professor Curtis put on a proud look.

"However, it just didn't pass~"

Seeing the old guy's rather airy look, Ezekiel couldn't help feeling playful.

He distorted the truth a little bit, and then told the old man that his thesis was returned.

"What did you say? Those mentally handicapped people dared to fail your paper?!"

"Damn it, I corrected your paper for you, how dare they!"

The old man patted the horn of the steering wheel twice angrily, and growled.

"Don't worry, I will go to the association to see for myself which bastards dare to do this."

Watching the old man's eighty-mile black Audi, Ezekiel could only slightly shrug his shoulders.

He just wanted to make a joke with the old man as a parting gift, but the other party seemed to have been dazzled by anger.

I can only hope that this old guy will drive more carefully, and wish him good health.

Ezekiel thought gloatingly, then turned and walked towards Cindy's residence.

This is a very ordinary apartment building, the ground floor is a shop along the street, and the upper six floors are rented apartments.

The entire apartment building presents a zigzag shape, and the four sides of the apartment building are surrounded by streets.

And such back-shaped buildings filled the streets and alleys of the whole city, forming a dense traffic building network.

Ezekiel looked at it, then took out his mobile phone and opened the communication with Friday.

"On Friday, I need to rent a room in the building across from this building."

Wanting to spy on his classmate Cindy Moon, he needed a suitable observation post.

Although it can be seen clearly across the building opposite, it is easy to be exposed.

If possible, it is best to choose the same apartment building, with the two sides facing each other.

"Apartment 6023 has been purchased for you, and the manager is coming to your location."

The money to buy the apartment naturally came from Ezekiel's small coffers.

Over the years, the kid had made a small fortune selling and assigning unimportant patents.

Subsequently, Ezekiel, who inherited Obadiah's keen financial sense, entered the stock market through a fake account.

Since then, the child has never asked the family for a penny.

A few minutes later, a middle-aged white man in a suit hurried out from the apartment.

A few minutes ago, this guy received a text message transfer and a phone call from his mobile phone.

His client was waiting downstairs, so this guy could only rush out of the house to deliver the keys.

"Are you Mr. Stein, I am the administrator of this building."

The middle-aged man looked at the boy with white hair in front of him in surprise.

"It's my rented house, and I'll be moving in soon, can you give me the key?"

Ezekiel didn't want to spend too much time talking with him, so he naturally said straight to the point.

It is against federal law to monitor the lives of others.

If you don't want to be caught, you must be cautious.

"Uh... ok, I'll take you to your rented house."

"The apartments here are all simply decorated, you can move in with your bags, and you don't need to worry about anything else..."

The middle-aged man said, leading Ezekiel towards the gate of the building.

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