The end game [Zhongyingmei]

This isn't the first time Mephisto has learned to do this with the Ribbon of Desire.

She leaned herself down, pressed her body tightly, and hid in the blind spot between the cages. A red ribbon dangled upwards along her snow-white arms, climbing rocks, like a soft snake crawling through her fingertips, successfully He climbed up to the edge of the cage and checked the locks as silently as possible.

The little girl in the cage trembled even more.

--Ok?

This is a message from Ken.

【. ] Mephisto returns.

——Don’t give them collars to prevent them from going berserk.

As soon as the light screen went dark, Ken's message came again.

Mephisto read the message twice, and turned off the light screen thoughtfully, unable to read it back.

Ken made a good point.

When her desire ribbon stretched out, Mephisto keenly heard the sound of breathing and heartbeat in the surrounding cage, and quickly distinguished: among this group of mutants, there are very few adults, accounting for the vast majority It's all about teenagers and children.

Once they have abnormal psychological fluctuations, the direction of things will of course become unpredictable.

Mephisto and Ken can guarantee that they can escape unscathed, but they are here to rescue these mutants, not to let them suffer heavy casualties.

This action can be regarded as Mephisto's rare clarity of mind.

Using the Ribbon of Desire is inevitable, but surrounded by this big cage, Mephisto's sense of smell has been greatly challenged.

Pure and resentful blood smells like spicy milk, both are delicious alone, but together they are weirdly difficult for Mephisto to swallow.

Very strong, very refreshing, like a ■throat■ treasure, applied to her mouth, nose, and temples all the time.

Mephisto: "..."

Mephisto: Thank you!

Probably because these mutants are wearing ability suppression collars, the seller thinks that they cannot escape from the metal cages unarmed, and the locks on the outside of their cages are unexpectedly very old-fashioned.

The red ribbon stretched into the keyhole, flicked gently along the gap, the lock was immediately opened, and fell straight down with a little wind, and was caught by another red ribbon in midair.

Mephisto picked up the lock and stuffed it into his empty pocket.

The metal door opened slowly, revealing the little girl curled up behind.She was silently looking in the direction of Mephisto, her whole body trembling.

Are you afraid of her?

Just as Mephisto was about to tentatively reach out to her, the little girl suddenly rolled and crawled, and with the courage she didn't know where she came from, she slammed her head into her arms.

A small body that was burning hot, with her face pressed against Mephisto's lower abdomen, her arms tightly wrapped around her waist, weeping repressedly, without making a sound.

Mephisto froze in place at a loss, the ribbon of desire took her place and patted the little girl's head.

Seven or eight ribbons were rubbing on the top of her head, and the little girl curled her lips, laughing out of tears.

Seeing that she was better, Mephisto continued to write on her hand.

【I will take you out】

The little girl suddenly grabbed Mephisto's hand.

【What about you】 She wrote hurriedly in Mephisto's palm, 【You want to stay here? 】

【I want to save everyone】

Mephisto replied.

Unlike Abaddon or Gabriel, Gotham's Red Ribbon's perception of evil is more in the blood. She can smell the sweet and cold breath in the air, but it is difficult to really see the concrete malice.

Even so, Mephisto could still feel something wrong with this energy field.

Soon, another supply point for puppets in the other world will be derived from here, and by then, the formed energy field will be more difficult to change than the unformed one.

The former requires violent disassembly and cleaning, while the latter only needs to find the source and then evacuate.

Her thoughts were still running freely, and the little girl lowered her head again and grabbed her hand.

【I can help you】Mephisto felt the tender fingers trembling in her palm.

But the little girl continued to write.

[I will persuade them not to make a sound]

"..." Mephisto was distracted for a while.

Two people are indeed more efficient than one, and Mephisto's appearance is too easy to scare people into screaming. The little girl's addition caught Mephisto's vital point.

She let go of the little girl's hand as an answer.

In the darkness, the small figure shuttled through the irregular shadows between the cages, and finally stopped in front of another cage.

The little girl lifted the curtain and got in.

Mephisto continued her own persuasion.

She touched the metal railing of the cage first, and when the people inside were curious or shy to see if it was a hallucination outside, Mephisto would go straight to her eyes and "prove" that she was a mutant herself. ,ensure quality.

This method was unexpectedly very effective. Most of the people in the cage were frightened by her at this time and lost their voices. Their moods fell one after another, and their words were locked in their mouths, unable to come out at all.

——These mutants are quite obedient.

So, Mephisto thought.

...What a wonderful misunderstanding.

She asked the mutants in the cage, and half wanted to "go now", while half wanted to stay with her.

The number of children that Mephisto can go quietly is limited. Teenage mutants are willing to give up the opportunity to "go out" to children, and there are a few who really can't help—five or six-year-old mutants— It had already been caught in the ribbon by Mephisto, and it was swayingly carried out of this patrol hall.

During this process, Mephisto refused to think about why there were even five or six-year-old mutants in the cage.

When they got to a slightly safer area, it was Ken who was responsible for taking these children out.

However, looking at Mephisto's exaggerated red ribbon like a spider with teeth and claws, and looking at her adult figure, these half-grown children have a faint tendency to recognize her as a leader. What does Mephisto ask, They just do what they are told.

With the reflection of the patrol flashlight, Mephisto could see the countless pairs of eyes surrounding her.

They were dim, but her promise of freedom brought light back into them.

This is the first time Mephisto has been treated as a good guy.

She was dazzled by these gazes, but on the surface there was nothing, she was still opening the locks one after another.

The mutants who hadn't unlocked were curled up in the cage, waiting eagerly, and the mutants who had been unlocked didn't rush out, but continued to watch Mephisto's every move in the cage.

Some of the more courageous ones volunteered to go out to persuade those mutants who didn't know what happened below.

What's remarkable is that these half-grown mutants can control the hatred in their hearts, and they are more concerned about the interests of the entire "collective".

They all know that once they start fighting, death and injury are absolutely unavoidable.

Under the detection of Mephisto's desire ribbon, the originally calm heartbeats disappeared one by one, replaced by extremely excited heartbeats.One... two... three... Mephisto also forgot how many locks he had opened tonight, and these locks had piled up into a hill in the empty pocket.

Until the end, there was no sound of a peaceful heartbeat.

The soft red ribbon quietly climbed up along the shadows, and the mutants holding those high cages landed safely.Mephisto gathered the kids and sent Ken a message.

【All right. 】

——[My side is fine, you come here directly. 】

This is the news from Ken. He seems to have been waiting for Mephisto, and this reply came almost in seconds.

Mephisto retracted the light screen.

[Let's go, we have helpers]

She wrote a few words on the hand of the nearest mutant, and the thin teenager shuddered in surprise, turned around and quickly patted the people around him.

The news spread like waves.

Getting out of the cage is not the same as actually hearing that you can leave here.

It's not that mutants break free from their cages, but they all have a hard time escaping the underground auction because of the device around their necks that controls their energy.

Hungry and exhausted, they couldn't get a chance to recharge their batteries for several days, and couldn't maximize their strength. Even if these mutants escaped, most of them escaped alone.

Or create a riot to fish in troubled waters. Even if a few more can escape, the result is that both the patrol and the mutants will suffer.

Thinking of this, Mephisto suddenly felt a little more indescribable.

She swallowed the sudden rise of mixed feelings about the old blood on the cage, and then signaled everyone to follow her.

The patrol had just rounded the corner at this point, and they had 30:[-] to reappear from behind.

According to Ken, these cameras are no longer posing any threat—Mephisto looked up—and found that those cameras were slightly shifted, and the motion sensor was still green, and there was no detection their red light.

Ken is really sharp in this area, down-to-earth and reliable, even Mephisto can't match.

She led the children into the corridor in a mighty way, and the cameras all the way were green.Everyone's footsteps were silent, and the little girl she rescued from the cage for the first time was still closely beside her. The little girl had beautiful brown-red hair and a pair of clear green eyes.There was a burn on her cheek like a tiny violet with shriveled petals eaten by moths.

The burn looked like boiling water.

In addition, there are little girls with bat-like black and thin wings on their backs, little boys with horns on their heads, and girls with red and green hair.Compared with the faces of ordinary humans, they have one thing in common, that is, that kind of unrestrained, amazing and wild beauty.

Ken was waiting for them around the corner.

The tall man was wearing overalls, and he had already put on the mask that looked like a serial killer on his face, and the blade hung naturally in his hand.

As soon as he stopped here, the entire corridor turned into a strange atmosphere similar to a horror movie set.

The few little mutants surrounding Mephisto looked at Ken hesitantly, and some were already resentful and fearful of his human identity.

Mephisto walked over, touched Ken's hand, and waved to them.

With 30 seconds left, would these little mutants be willing to go with her?

The two Sisleys were thinking in sync at this moment, thinking peacefully together.

The next second, the little girl she first rescued from the cage ran towards her.

The little girl plunged into her arms, looked suspiciously at Ken next to Mephisto, but was still full of trust in Mephisto.

And this kind of thing, once there is a second time.

This broke the range among the other mutant children, and the rest of them approached this way hesitantly, and most of them chose to be closer to Mephisto instead of Ken.

Mephisto's red ribbon stretched out, escorting the children who were left behind all the way.Ken's speed was so fast that even she had to stride to keep up. The children behind were almost stumbling and running, but no one asked to slow down at this time. All the children had only one thought: go faster!

At the other end of the corridor, there was already a vibration caused by running.The patrolmen caught up.

Mephisto simply scooped up the group of little mutants with a red ribbon, let them sit on her ribbon, and ran without touching the ground.

Little Mutants: ? ? ?

Mephisto himself was not feeling well.

The touch on the red ribbon will also be transmitted to Mephisto. There are a group of children sitting on it. This heavy weight is like Mephisto's Sisley who was suddenly slept like a pig on the big bed. Pressing the hair, obviously it is not very painful or heavy, but it is difficult to breathe for a while.

Ken shared the feeling with her for a moment, couldn't help frowning under the mask, and looked at the famous scene behind Mephisto like Aladdin's magic lamp with sympathy and lingering fear.

He led the group of children around the corridor twice, through all kinds of narrow corridors, escaped smoothly in this underground world where ordinary people can be turned into trapped beasts, and kicked open the back door of the underground auction house .

What came into view was the largest reservoir in New York.

Mephistopheles was seamlessly connected to Ken's mind for a split second, and she yelled, "Jump!"

"What?!" Some little mutants stood in place in amazement, looking at the dark water surface in the light, shrank back in fear.

"hurry up!"

The footsteps were getting closer, and Mephisto gritted his teeth.

"One, inhale!"

The little mutants didn't understand what she was trying to do, so they followed suit, and she made a quick decision to push them all into the water with a ribbon.

There was a sound of diving, and the red ribbon led the children to snorkel quickly in the water, keeping up with Ken who had already swam half way.

There is another group of children struggling on the shore. They are the ones who jumped but couldn't swim far. They haven't escaped the range. Mephisto can even distinguish the brown-red little one who is sinking and sinking closest to her in the dim light. Brains.

That was the first little girl who volunteered to help her contact other mutants. Maybe it was because the water in the reservoir was too freezing, or maybe it was because she had exhausted too much energy. The little girl floated up and down and seemed to be gone. strength.

The temperature of the little girl when she rushed into her arms was frighteningly hot.

There is indeed no upper limit to the red ribbon, but in the final analysis, energy is still supplied by blood.The more blood sucked, the more ribbons of desire Mephisto can use, and as the batch of blood is consumed, the number of Mephisto's ribbons will also decrease.

For example, the clown's blood she stored, even if it was as sweet as nectar and jade dew, and as durable as a battery, would be used up by this time.

In the blink of an eye, Mephisto made a decision.

Numerous red ribbons stretched out from her body, hastily pushing those little mutants who were still struggling within range.

The door was kicked open in front of her, and the firepower poured out instantly, shooting at her without saying a word.

Mephisto's only red ribbon was wrapped around her vital parts, and she jumped into the reservoir instantly without any reluctance to fight.

In the dark, no one saw the blood escaping from her body, the ribbons of desire came up to lick it, like a greedy and heartfelt dog.

In severe pain, Mephisto swam forward with all his strength, escaping the rain of bullets falling on the water.

Under the dark water, it seems that there are some things that have been forgotten by time.

The water in the reservoir was cold and silent, and the visibility was so low that it was chilling.The water here is dead water, which means that there is no power for Mephisto to move forward.

She bit the tip of her tongue to make sure she was sane, and when she was about to sink to the bottom, she lifted her breath and let the red ribbon lead her across the reservoir again.

Mephisto swam quietly, past rusty pipes and racks, and she even saw a skeleton underwater, but the skull of that skeleton was so deformed that it didn't look human.

It seemed to be some kind of born deformity, and it seemed to be an alien.

She didn't know what it was, so she swam silently past the flat, thin skeleton.

The further you swim, the more skeletons you get.Most of them are only fragments, which seem to be cut from people or directly stripped off. In a dark corner, Mephisto is sure that he saw a skeleton like a wing.

She could even see fish swimming in the water, and the filth couldn't cling to the surface of her body, so Mephisto slowed down and swam through patches of aquatic plants, even catching a fish that couldn't swim fast enough with a red ribbon .

Before the fish tried to struggle, a red ribbon that was about to move had penetrated into the fish's gills, sucking a mouthful of fish blood.

Mephisto: *freezes*

Mephisto: ! ! !

Animal blood is still a level she has never tried before. It tastes like a medium-rare steak. There is a hint of deliciousness in the large amount of blood.

It's like opening the door to a new world.

The darn sweet little fish was thrashing about in the ribbon, and Mephisto caught the little fish on the tip of his ribbon and caught another fish that didn't get away among the aquatic plants.

This one is bigger.

Like tying a straw, Mephisto easily inserted the ribbon into the gills and flesh of the fish.

Big fish drink a little slower than smaller fish, but they also get sucked up quickly.

Before Mephisto came back to her senses, a magnificent long dragon had been strung on the tip of her ribbon, including but not limited to various small fish, the little fish's mother, the little fish's father, and the little fish's uncles and aunts. Neighbors, as if about to have a family barbecue.

Mephisto: I never expected to have a full meal in this terrain.jpg

While writing down the reservoir, she picked up a crab with a ribbon and accelerated to swim in the direction of the map that Ken had sent her before.

After a full meal, even the wound didn't hurt so much, but was being slowly repaired by virtual energy.When Mephisto felt a bullet in the flesh, he suspended the repair function of virtual energy, and turned to go to Ken, and let another self pick out the bullet for her.

Besides, tonight's operation was really seamless. Mephisto was responsible for attracting most of the firepower, and she was the one who released all the little mutants; Ken made all the adequate preparations for her in the rear, and checked the terrain time. , and cooperated with her, knocking out all the security personnel of the underground patrol yard who were patrolling in the corridor.

Ken didn't say anything more, but Mephisto guessed reasonably that he knocked out even the people in the monitoring room.

After all, if the people there were still sane, they would never let strangers move their surveillance cameras.

Passing through the water like an arrow, Mephisto gave a head-on blow to a small fish while replaying the game. When it was dizzy, he inserted a straw and moved forward while sucking.

Although Xiaoyu is innocent, Xiaoyu's blood can support her red ribbon for a little longer; Mephisto can feel that some of the ribbons supporting the group of little mutants have left the water, which means That they have reached their destination.

The little fish in his mouth was no longer fragrant, Mephisto accelerated for the last time, jumped out of the water like a mermaid, and moved forward at high speed.

The night wind blew past Mephisto's soaked evening gown, and the heavy half mask dripping from her face, causing her to utter countless obscenities at this moment.

It was cold and windy, especially when she was going fast.The whole dress was clinging to her, which was uncomfortable and bothering him.

At this moment, Mephisto hoped that she would pluck a few feathers from Gabriel's wings as she passed by.

Gabriel: ?

Gabriel: *ahh*

The red ribbon gathered under Mephisto's feet to form a bridge of desire. While she was running at high speed on it, she kept her balance perfectly. Her light purple hair was dripping wetly between her waist and abdomen. She was glamorous and frightening. All the shapes are more like an aggressive beast.

Around her ankles, however, a red ribbon was quietly raised, wearing a stream of wind-dried little fish.

Mephistopheles had a very good plan: take this string of fish back, and Abaddon can cook it, so that all Sisleys can have a meal.

She even caught a whole crab, considering most of the ones sold in supermarkets are just crab legs.

As for the little fish that was punctured to pieces by her, how to cook it...

Mephisto stopped thinking, and was about to throw the problem to the Lord of Hell.

Abaddon: ?

Abaddon *has a sneeze he wants to sneeze and doesn't know if he can get it*

She was thinking wildly, but the speed of her feet didn't stop. She mentioned it again and again, and finally caught up with the scene where Ken led the last group of little mutants over the railing of the reservoir.

Mephisto leaped into the air, and Ken stretched out a hand towards her, pulling her up forcefully.

The two Sisleys felt during this process, double wet, double sticky, and double painful. Fortunately, Ken's hand was very warm, and he grabbed that hand in Mephistopheles to rub his body temperature. She also conveyed a little bit of happiness to Ken along with the movement of rubbing her body temperature.

Ken sighed silently.

There are faint street lights on both sides of the reservoir, outlining the outline of his mask.

The little mutants obediently followed the two adults, and Ken let go of Mephisto's hand, signaling to her to clean up the traces.

Reading from his memory where they were going, Mephisto certainly had nothing to disagree with.

Sisley, who was wearing rose skin, tried hard to recall in her mind, and finally pulled out one of the superhero movies she had seen before, and found the address of Xavier Academy for Gifted Boys.

The location is in the suburbs of New York.

And how to pack and send the group of little mutants there, Ken also found a solution.

In the abandoned parking lot, stood a tall steel monster, which was seven or eight times taller than the surrounding cars on average.

There were already a lot of little mutants looking out of the glass, crowded like a sardine can, and the little sardine cans all started to wave their hands excitedly when they saw Mephisto.

Ken got a double-decker bus from somewhere.

More than 100 small mutants were stuffed from the rear of the car to the front, from the top to the bottom of the car. Mephisto felt the sound of heartbeat and breathing with a ribbon, and found that there were more than a dozen stuffed in the trunk space.

A heavy-duty black car that seriously violates traffic rules is just like this.

There were footsteps, and Ken returned to the parking lot with the last of the scattered little mutants.

During the half hour of Mephisto's absence, his relationship with these little mutants did not become tense.

The children are still reluctant to get too close to him, but at least they are willing to follow his movements-this is already a good progress.

Everyone is exhausted by now, including but not limited to Mephisto.She stood on the bus for a while, and the wound started to ache again, so she simply found a place to sit down, leaning against the window lazily.

All the little mutants spontaneously pulled down the curtains on the double-decker bus. Some of them had already dried themselves and ran to the second floor, curled up in a ball, and fell asleep; Beside Mephisto, hugging her, even though Mephisto had taken off the collar which was obviously different from theirs.

"We're now going to get someone to take your collars off."

The eyes of one of the girls surrounding her were too hot, Mephisto couldn't help but lazily raised his eyelids, nodded her neck, and said to the girl.

Three or four small snakes crawled out of the girl's hair, hissing and nodding along with her movements.She noticed the little snake that landed on her shoulder, blushed, and pushed the snake's head into her hair, as if to make Mephisto pretend not to see it.

"........."

Mephisto wasn't afraid of snakes, and neither was Sisley, but this scene was a bit shocking.

She simply closed her eyes and pretended that she was going to rest.

The car was shaking slowly and steadily, and the creaking sound was regular and reassuring.Ken was driving the double-decker bus ahead, and the behemoth made its way to the road perfectly through the night.

The orange light from the street lamps pierced through the corners of the curtains that the children had secretly raised, outlining half of Ken's mask.

Mephisto glanced at it and then closed his eyes, suddenly felt that there was a little more warm weight like a kitten on his thigh.

She glanced at it, and it was the little girl with reddish-brown hair, who had quietly come to her side at some time, sat on her knees, put her head on Mephisto's lap, and fell asleep.

The rest of the little mutants were too, either clinging to her arm or next to her seat, like a pack of wet little stray cats clinging to what they thought was a big cat mommy.

Sisley, who was wearing rose skin, softened her eyes.

She stayed quietly in place without moving, watching the children sleep their heads a little bit, and then firmly caught their slipping little bodies with the red ribbon.

They're all just kids.she thinks.

Even Sisley herself didn't have a few years of life experience.

She was supposed to be taking a nap, but amidst the uniform noise and shaking of the double-decker bus, she actually fell asleep.

When Mephisto woke up again, the bullet holes on her body had completely disappeared, the bullet was not inside, and her skin was back to normal.

A group of little mutants changed their sitting positions and were still asleep. Mephisto lifted the curtain and took a look outside. The city scenery was gradually deserted, and more of it was the hillside grass on both sides of the road.

"Is it coming?" she asked.

Ken in the cab turned around and nodded.

Mephisto still felt a little dizzy due to lack of sleep. The virtual body had been active alone for too long, so he needed to contact Sisley's thinking space to complete the charge.

But Sisley should still be in the Avengers at this time, and Mephisto felt very sad about this.

Even if Abaddon was able to bring Sisley out of the Avengers, and be able to cuddle with her in a down-to-earth manner, it would still be different from this sneaky feeling of stealing ■ (accent)!

The Avengers, how could this be so? Returning my body is devoid of conscience.

The big beauty with light purple hair is full of aura, extremely low pressure, she is a villain when she smiles, but now she is even more angry when she is angry, her beautiful face reveals a bit of murderous aura that makes the hair stand on end.

The more Mephisto thought about it, the more she went astray. Ken in the cab seemed to see that her aura was wrong, and gave her a questioning look.

Mephisto: Downface.jpg

Facts have proved that after being remote, Sisley's body really cannot hear the call from the virtual body.

Turns out two, Eve really can't eat lunch without a tongue.

The girl is firmly supported by the exoskeleton, and her gestures are dexterous and full of subtle sense of planning.

The evening sun fell, staying on her quiet face.When Iron Man walked in from the laboratory, Natasha was reading a story to the girl on the sofa, while Eve was listening quietly.

She put her hands on her knees, sat upright, lowered her head slightly, her blond hair slipped from her ears, like an expensive doll, or lilies quietly blooming in a vase.

Even though her whole body is covered with armor-like steel skeletons, people can feel a kind of tranquility and harmlessness from her aura for no reason.

It is precisely because of her tranquility and harmlessness that Iron Man can feel the cruelty of fate from the bottom of his heart.

When he was looking at Eve, let alone telling her this cold fact, he couldn't even move the thought of "she won't live long".

"Eve." Iron Man cleared his throat.

Natasha just read, "The little princess fell asleep in the net held by her brothers who turned into swans", when she was interrupted at this moment, she couldn't help but glanced at Iron Man with a half-smile.

Sisley was listening to the story intently, but she suddenly stopped and looked at Iron Man blankly.

The little girl with blond hair and gray eyes was waiting for him to say something, which made Iron Man get stuck for a rare moment.

"Sorry for losing your syringe."

He said that seeing the little girl's unbelievable expression as expected, Tony automatically interpreted this expression as shock, disappointment and accusation, and couldn't help but bite the bullet and complete the sentence.

Under Natasha's gaze, Iron Man squatted in front of her and coaxed her, "We didn't know that the things inside would disappear when they came into contact with the air."

Sisley: ...

Guiltily, she swallowed the little bit of energy collected from the void in her mouth.

In Iron Man's eyes, the girl shook her head slightly, forgiving them tolerantly.Her eyes were clear, but when Iron Man was about to stand up from the ground, he couldn't help seeing curiosity in her eyes.

"What are you curious about?" he paused to ask.

Eve pointed to the reactor on his chest.Her little hand stopped in the air, as if asking for his permission.

"Okay, you can touch and see."

No one, anyone can refuse a kitten's unsolicited contact.

Iron Man stepped back from the bottom line and agreed.

Eve's little hand, which still had a steel skeleton, rested lightly on his reactor.

She was very careful not to touch other places, but touched the blue fluorescent light curiously, as if wondering where the light came from.

After touching for a while, she raised her head again, retracted her hand, and looked at Iron Man eagerly.

Iron Man likes her like this.

There's nothing wrong with the minifigure briefly stepping out of its shell and becoming a curious baby with an inquisitive mind about the world around it, it's simply awesome.

Tony Stark is so well-informed that he can even answer her why Tuesday is called Tuesday if she asks—

"This? This is a tokamak device." Iron Man nodded his chest, and said calmly, "It's a nice little energy box, it keeps me alive, it's very powerful, don't you think?"

Eve looked at him, and didn't react immediately, but showed an expression close to deep thought.

After a long time, she nodded.

Under Tony's bewildered gaze, she took off the glove and placed the metal right hand in Iron Man's palm.

——Does this mean that one thing is exchanged for one thing?Equivalent exchange?She saw his pile of metal, so she gave him hers to look at?Where did she learn all this?

Iron Man felt dumbfounded.

He and Natasha looked at each other, and cooperated with the strange stubborn psychology of the doll, even though there was already a holographic scanning model of the metal right hand in the laboratory, he still held her hand and examined it carefully.

Her right hand is only exquisitely crafted, without high-tech spray paint or part shapes, just looking like this, it looks like a work 200 years ago.

"What's this?" He casually tapped the little doll's metal fingertips.

"What is this?" Sisley asked the system simultaneously.

[Spiked. ] The system answered her concisely.

In reality, Iron Man saw that Eve was slightly startled when he heard his question.

She gently withdrew her hand from his, but it didn't look like she was refusing.

In the eyes of him and Natasha, the girl lowered her head and flicked her fingertips lightly.

The long metal spikes of more than ten centimeters popped out in an instant, erected in a very unergonomic manner, exuding a dull luster, discerning with Iron Man's eyes, as if some kind of poison had been smeared on it.

"..."

Iron Man and Black Widow looked at each other silently.

After doing such a thing, Eve still had a peaceful and harmless expression.She didn't know where to press it, and the spikes obediently retracted her fingertips. She stretched her hand back in front of Iron Man again, and put it into his palm.

But none of the machines in Iron Man's lab had scanned her spike function.

It seemed that it was no longer the cat's paw, but the docile leopard's paw, that entered his palm.

Iron Man was silent for a moment, and nodded her index finger.

"What about this?" he asked.

Eve withdrew her hand as before. She didn't tap or press anything this time, but directly grasped her index finger and pulled it out neatly.

The lancet gleamed coldly, and fell into the palm of her hand with a crackling sound.Silently, she put those blades back into her hollow index finger, pressed them back, and the mechanical right hand was intact again.

You must know that this kind of cold weapon is fiddled with [-] centimeters in front of the eyes, and the lethality is not the same as seeing a gun or some high-tech laser.

The primitive instinct of human beings about fear is destined to be afraid of sharp blades no matter how invincible armor they put on.

Iron Man believed that he had already shown a suspicious expression of life, otherwise Natasha next to him would not have given him that kind of "quickly adjust your face" kind of lukewarm eyes.

"What else?" This time it was the black widow's gentle voice to coax the little girl.

Eve looks at Iron Man, then at her.

Tony pointed to his teammates, found a sofa near them, and sat down.

"Give my chance to my teammates."

And Eve obviously took it seriously.

She reached out to Natasha and spread her palm obediently.The red-haired female agent shook her hand—Iron Man reasonably suspected that she was taking this opportunity to make friends with the girl, so he tapped her middle finger and ring finger.

"Can these two tell me?" Natasha asked softly.

eve still points