[Comprehensive Yingmei] I became the white moonlight of the superheroes

【Congratulations, you have successfully completed the entire series of missions of "White Moonlight". 】

[You have received an invitation letter, please check it! 】

On the return journey of the dual-ion engine fighter jet, a chubby robot was grunting, and one lightly jumped onto the console of the cockpit.He nimbly manipulated the lever with his spherical body, and at the same time reported the latest news to Daisy, who was half lying on the driver's seat and pulled an old newspaper to cover her entire face.

His master remained motionless, and if the robot hadn't keenly heard the soft breathing coming from under the newspaper, he might have thought that Daisy had been brought up by the dog.

"T-800, you are already a mature robot." T-800 comforted himself, opened the invitation letter and read it out.

Daisy was awakened by a mechanical sound of broken thoughts. The last mission in the last parallel world that had just been completed had almost exhausted her entire energy.In the end, she accomplished all her missions brilliantly.

The content of the invitation letter was to congratulate her on winning the "Best Mission Achievement Award of the Year" and solemnly invite Daisy to attend the award ceremony two days later.

At that time, she will return to the main world, and while accepting the honor and medal, she will also say goodbye to everything in the parallel time and space, including the TIE fighter she is in.

To be honest, Daisy was quite reluctant to part with it.The technology of the main world has not developed to this level.

If possible, she hopes to exchange TIE fighter jets with a T-800 whose chatterbox index is comparable to that of the aunt in the neighborhood committee downstairs.

"Host, I need T-800 to remind you that our nervous system is bound. Does T-800 know all your thoughts?"

Daisy felt that she must be hallucinating, otherwise how could she hear the aggrieved tone from the unwavering mechanical voice?

"Understood the little broken ball." After sliding down the old newspaper, Daisy's flamboyant red hair and aggressive beauty were revealed, and her mannerisms carried a dangerous aura of fatal temptation, but it also made her The fatal charm that people want to get close to no matter what.

Daisy stretched out her hands to hold the robot's round body, and flicked the still round forehead on the ball, "I won't sell you, we still have to attend the awards ceremony together."

After speaking, her eyes fell on the control panel.

Another email with a "warning" sign appeared in her field of vision.

This kind of alarm with the highest level of red message is very important, and it often means that extremely serious dangerous accidents are imminent.

But Daisy who has completed all tasks: ? ? ?It shouldn't be!

She opened the email calmly, and in her ears was the conscientious and mechanical sound of the comfortable little broken ball.

[Warning: Parallel worlds are merging.Countdown: 3...]

Daisy & T-800: ? ? ?

The voice of the little broken ball beyond the information field was obviously stuttered: [The timeline fusion is complete, welcome to the world of Shura Field. 】

Daisy & T-800 who suddenly realized something: Fuck! ! !

This is not the worst. Outside the fighter plane, the originally endless silent night was suddenly filled with visual noise.

Several gigantic Star Destroyers led densely packed fighter planes flying over from all directions, and surrounded them in a blink of an eye.

Daisy knew very well that these guys came to seek revenge.

This would have been a minute ago, and she could have teleported back to the main world in seconds with the little broken ball... Unwillingly, she pressed the teleport button dozens of times with no response, what is she going to do now?

Don't panic!

Rich mission experience made Daisy calm down quickly. She jumped back into the driving seat and put her hand on the lever without thinking: "Little broken ball, start the hyperspace engine, we are going to jump at the speed of light!"

That's right, if you can't beat it, just run away.

T-800: [Host, have you lost your mind, we are TIE fighters.All small battleships are not equipped with curvature guides... well, when did you install them? 】

Daisy pulled up the joystick: "Just when I upgraded you last time."

As soon as the words fell, in the vast night, the tiny TIE fighter sprinted forward with astonishing acceleration, and in the blink of an eye, it unexpectedly disappeared in a perfect parabolic arc.

But the swarms of fleets did not intend to let her go, they followed closely behind, hunting and killing her between interstellar jumps.

The raging laser cannon fire wove into an impenetrable laser net, with a monstrous murderous aura, vowing to blow up Daisy's little fighter plane into a paralyzed space junk.

Although the TIE fighter evaded wave after wave of swift attacks with its tiny stature, its energy was limited after all, and Daisy clearly felt that its speed had slowed down slightly.

This is extremely deadly.

Soon, another laser cannon blocked the entrance to her next jump.

Daisy opened her eyes wide, and watched the gunfire lying in front of her eyes open her mouth full of fangs and devour her.

The TIE fighter jet exploded from the nose to the tail in an instant, blasting into a silent firework in the dead space.

……

[Name: T-800.

Code name: Little Broken Ball.

Host: Daisy White.

Retrieving repository data: None.

Memory information: None.

Mission Instructions: None.

Oops, the artificial intelligence T-800 has become artificially retarded! 】

The tragically formatted little broken ball rolled around on the soft Simmons mattress, and the earthquake-like posture shocked Daisy to sit up from the bed all at once.

She opened one eye drowsily, but the messy red hair and not sober expression made the green pupil of her left eye more clear.

In less than a moment, her agate green pupils were fully awake.

Daisy stretched out her slender hands with well-defined knuckles, and casually grabbed her loose hair behind her head. The close-fitting red suspender nightdress outlined her fair skin and exquisite figure, like a lazy cat.Daisy lifted the quilt as usual, stepped on the floor with her bare feet, and walked towards the large French window next to the bed, which was covered with heavy curtains.

"Master?" The little broken ball that bounced from the head of the bed to the end of the bed and back and forth stopped the hyperactivity, inexplicably looked at Daisy, who was opening the curtains a narrow slit, and looking at the outside world, obviously it was an extremely vigilant action, But his master still looked calm and calm.

The little broken ball with only sporadic data instantly became curious about Daisy's identity.

In the next second, his master turned his head, showing a rare confusion: "You said your name is T-800, and my name is——Daisy White?"

"..." A small broken ball with a big question mark above its head: ? ? ?

So the current situation is... one of them lost almost all information and data, and the other completely lost all memory.

And the only clue is a lonely mail lying in the virtual warehouse.

Little Broken Ball: [The system displays that the highest authority is required to open the email. 】

A huge virtual screen appeared in Daisy's field of vision at the same time, and without thinking, she poked, er, opened...it opened.

Little Broken Ball: [...It turns out that Daisy is the highest authority. 】

He habitually read out the content of the email: [Congratulations to player Daisy White for completing the mission series. The cash reward of XX yuan has been credited to your private account. Please go to location XXX in Manhattan, New York City to activate it. 】

Daisy patiently counted the number of zeros behind the number. Although she lost her memory, human beings are inherently sensitive to money. She suddenly realized:

"Damn! I'm really rich!!"

……

At the same time, Manhattan, New York City.

In the iconic Avengers Building in New York, Tony Stark, who had only slept for less than 2 hours, took the hot coffee brought by the clumsy hand with one hand, and rubbed between his brows with the other hand.

If the former richest man in the United States forgot to sleep and eat because he was immersed in various experimental inventions, now Tony is insomnia all night long because of a familiar and vaguely graceful figure in his memory.

To be precise, it seemed that his hippocampus suddenly had a strange but extremely real memory.

It was a wonderful time that anyone who experienced would remember for a lifetime. He clearly remembered the other person's name, her iconic red hair, and her bright but always lazy smile under her jewel-like green eyes.

It's not that Tony didn't use Friday to investigate, but his artificial intelligence steward told him firmly: "Sir, this memory is real, and there is no possibility of artificial implantation. The only explanation is that due to some irresistible factors, you It was selectively forgotten, and now it is only recalled."

That's right, no matter the time or place in the memory, they can be matched one by one. Except that there is no video on the Internet, and Tony has never been able to find the heroine in her memory, everything is logically terribly logical.

Forcibly throwing away his chaotic thoughts, Tony diverted his attention and looked at the only person in the hall besides him, Captain America who was sitting in front of the drawing board.

That's right, this is another hobby that the captain discovered after the long-distance running in the morning-painting.

Tony has seen a few by chance, and the level is not bad.

The upbeat Tony raised the corners of his lips and teased the captain: "A soldier who can't draw is not an excellent Captain America, huh?"

The captain who had paused in the pen raised his head, a helpless and silent smile appeared on his handsome and resolute face, but the frown that had been furrowed still could not be relaxed.

Tony raised his eyebrows: "What can bother the omnipotent Captain America?" Comeon, this is so curious!

The captain thought for a while, and answered honestly: "I tried to draw her face, but it's been too long, and I still can't draw her face."

Tony keenly captured the key word - "she".

"Simple, you send the detailed information of the muse to Friday's criminal investigation portrait algorithm, and it will be done in 10 seconds."

He said that he naturally replaced the coffee in his hand with champagne, alcohol can wake up Stark's beautiful day.

"Friday painted everyone like a criminal." Steve shook his head, and at the same time he noticed Tony's little trick, and immediately possessed the old cadre, "I thought you had quit drinking."

Tony, who was shaking his wine glass, walked towards the captain: "Don't change the subject, Steve. Tell me, how did the muse capture you, an old popsicle?"

Tony, who seldom ignites the soul of gossip, walked around behind the captain. He wanted to see who made the captain so obsessed.

...? ? ?

When Tony saw the semi-finished portrait of the dazzling red hair, his gossiping smile gradually froze.

Such a familiar sense of sight!Why is there still an unknown feeling?

"Would you mind telling me her name?" Tony drank the champagne pretending to be relaxed, "I mean, Friday's information retrieval function is invincible."

A trace of hesitation flickered in Steve's eyes, but he was always full of trust in Tony: "Daisy White, our story is a bit complicated. But she is very important to me, and she is the person I have been looking for."

Tony had never seen the sun-like heat burst out from the blue eyes of the captain who were always gentle and watery.

"She is very important to you." Tony suddenly felt a little dry in his throat, and the dryness quickly spread from his throat to his whole body, and he subconsciously raised his empty glass and poured it into his mouth.

F**k!

Realizing that he was a bit "embarrassed", Tony cursed in his heart. Who can tell him what happened to this sudden "vinegar essence" possession? ? !