Marvel turns into Iron Man

Originally, Miles wanted to refuse, because he still had homework to finish, and the subject that the strong female head teacher left him was really a headache, and he would continue to attend class tomorrow, so he slipped out of school Yes, if he stays any longer, he will definitely get into trouble.

"Great promise, right, Miles—I think we'll find out soon enough and not be lost."

Allen saw his nephew somewhat reluctantly, with a smile on his face. In front of Miles, he once again spread out the doodles he had left in his notebook about the great future, and spoke slowly, but his words were With a touch of kindness and caring.

A few minutes later, the two left the apartment and walked through the streets of Brooklyn, weaving through the crowds, to the subway platform deep underground.

The infrastructure in the United States is actually not very complete, and the government is unwilling to allocate funds to improve the subway stations. This has caused even a big city like New York to use the subway tracks for many years. It's a little dirty, but New Yorkers don't mind.

Miles followed Alan's back and came all the way to the corner of the subway station. He originally thought that his uncle would take him to a certain subway and then go to another place, but what he didn't expect was that Alan didn't Instead of getting on any subway, sneak Miles to the end of the platform instead.

Although it is the weekend, but at this point in time, it is already night, and when the subway station has the least number of people, most New Yorkers will choose to drive instead of taking the subway to travel. This also makes the entire subway station, not many people can actually notice This pair of weird uncles and nephews.

Miles watched helplessly as Allen jumped off the platform of the subway station and walked on the track. A train had just passed by here 2 minutes ago.

"Are you crazy, Uncle Allen, this is too dangerous—"

"Don't be afraid, Miles, if you get caught, just say the art teacher sent you."

Allen shrugged his shoulders lightly, hugged his nephew off the platform, turned on the flashlight function of his phone, and walked deep into the tunnel without looking back.

Miles was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized that he was standing on the subway track. If he didn't want to stay here and wait to be hit by a car, he had better follow Alan's footsteps as soon as possible, along the subway track, towards the tunnel Go deeper.

There will always be the rumble of the subway passing through the tunnel, and the cold wind caused by the negative pressure of the underground facilities will pass through the hall. The atmosphere really feels like the scene of a horror movie.

However, it is a little strange that even though the two of them have walked a long way on this track, they still haven't encountered an oncoming car, and Alan also led him gradually away from the track, heading for another exit of the tunnel. Enter a deep corridor.

The atmosphere was a bit stiff, Miles ran two steps forward, walked side by side with Allen, while shaking the flashlight of his mobile phone, while looking at the scene in the corridor, the expression on his face was a bit complicated, and he didn't seem to understand why here It looks so messy.

This place seems to be a construction site, with warning signs posted everywhere and traces left by the construction site.

“Uncle Allen, how do you know about this place?”

"It's nothing, I've done projects with other people here before."

Perhaps because he disliked how quiet it was here, Allen turned on the player on his mobile phone and played a song he liked to listen to, a song with a strong black hip-hop style, so that at least the corridor no longer looked so cold and stiff, and soon , An iron fence appeared in front of the two of them, blocking the way of the two uncles and nephews.

"Oh, it looks like our journey is over?"

Before Miles finished speaking, Allen climbed to the top of the fence three or two times, jumped over the gap, and when he landed on the ground, he looked back at Miles showing off, as if mocking Miles. Pauls is really unmanly.

"Okay...let me try, I'm sure I can."

Miles blushed. He shook his head, gritted his teeth, took two steps back, made a run-up, and then hit the iron fence, climbing up with difficulty, which seemed very difficult.

Allen shook his head with a helpless smile, but he didn't leave in a hurry. He just held up the mobile phone in his hand and shone the flashlight on the place above Miles to ensure that he wouldn't fall because he couldn't see clearly.

Miles struggled to climb over the fence and fell to the ground, but he quickly got up, showing an indifferent look, and puffed up his chest in front of Allen.

"Haha—as expected of my own nephew, he has half my style."

Seeing Miles' behavior of slapping his swollen face to make him fat, Allen couldn't help smiling, patted Miles on the back, and walked ahead to continue leading the way.

It was another long corridor, and at the end of the corridor was a wide underground space. Allen pulled down the switch on the wall, and soon, the lights here lit up one by one, turning the The entire underground space is brightly lit.

"Wow, it's really big in here—"

This place is not only big, this empty underground hall is simply a paradise for street graffiti art, everywhere has been painted by people, and it looks very old-fashioned, there are sundries everywhere on the floor, But it was arranged neatly, with sofas, tables, chairs, and ladders.

And right in front of the hall, there is a white wall, as if it is beckoning to Miles, telling him-come to draw me, come to draw me, come to draw me!

Miles couldn't bear the excitement in his heart anymore, and Allen was naturally happy. He took out a bottle of color paint for spray painting from his backpack, threw it to his nephew far away, and then put him next to the sofa. The old-fashioned tape player that had been brought over earlier pressed the play button.

"Now, let's see you perform, my dear nephew."

Myers nodded with a chuckle, his face was full of excitement, he pulled off the caps of the two bottles of spray paint, shook them gently, and started very neatly.

In his mind, a composition has already been completed, and what Miles has to do now is to reproduce the complete picture on this white and flawless wall.

Allen didn't choose to interfere with Miles' works. He just sat far away on the simple sofa made of decorative panels and watched Miles' paintings take shape bit by bit. Occasionally, he would glance at his phone The screen seemed to be waiting for something.

But when Miles was waving the spray paint, what he and Allen didn't know was that a spider was slowly hanging down from the ceiling.

PS:

After talking with my friends, I decided to smash the golden treasure chest at around [-]:[-] on Saturday, remember to come and get it