The end game [Zhongyingmei]

Sisley is not the kind of person who likes to get to the bottom of things most of the time, not to mention that the system has no plans to tell her a story this time.

It's changed again—it's not so cold—it's just changed back to the way the game system should be.

The synchronization rate gradually receded.

Sisley's consciousness completely took over her little vest again.

Eve's slight melancholy and bewilderment disappeared in her eyes as the last ray of sunset left.

She became peaceful again, no different from before, as if she hadn't realized at all that she had shown the sadness that only human beings could have.

It has to be said that she is very similar to another Hydra humanoid weapon that Tony Stark has captured traces of.

It's just that in comparison, the killer with a steel arm and a mask seems to be more weaponized, more dazed and confused.

It's hard to imagine, but Eve's temperament always makes Iron Man feel that she has never killed anyone.

This can't help but make Eve's origin confusing.

Not to mention, her physical handicap made her extremely difficult to communicate.

If some disgusting experimental base deliberately prevented Eve from revealing her origin, then their plan was very successful.

Eve can't write, can't speak, and most of the time, even the black widow who is the best at cliche skills can only ask her, "yes" or "no".

When asked about her past, just looking at the blankness in Eve's eyes, no matter how hard-hearted people are, they will be moved by her.

Her age is also an important factor, Iron Man will not give a child to the cold bastards of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Searching, scanning, scanning, and forcing a suffering child are two different things.

Thinking of this, Iron Man glanced at her again.

Sisley: ...?

She couldn't ignore the vague gaze from Iron Man. Under normal circumstances, she should have looked back at this time and asked him what's the matter with her eyes.

But right now, she was really hungry.

This feeling is vague, more like an inflated balloon slowly leaking and deflated compared to Sisley's body's human rumbling hunger.

It wasn't a painful experience, but it somehow made Sisley feel flustered, as if something bad would happen when this feeling of hunger reached its maximum.

And Sisley has always trusted her intuition.

She considered Eve's character design again, and decided to endure the pain to get an injection instead of injecting energy directly.

[One needle is enough. ] The system went online to remind her.

"I'm so afraid of injections for the system!!!" Xisli grabbed it in her consciousness and cried loudly, "I'm afraid!!! I won't!!!!!!"

【Alright alright! ! 】

The beeping of the system became louder because of her yelling.

[I'll do the exoskeleton thing! ! 】

"You come!"

Sisley got the promise, and the whole person became happy.

She quickly took out a small box in her arm and took out a needle.

The system temporarily controlled the exoskeleton, and Sisley slightly closed her eyes.The waistcoat's arm hurt, and after a while, the system poked her.

【done. 】

Sisley flipped her hand, and put the needle tube back into the small box.As soon as she finished this, she met the eyes of the black widow.

Natasha looked at her without asking any questions.

Her silence could almost be considered gentle, which made Sisley very fond of it, especially when she didn't know how to explain it.

The TV was on, and light danced in Eve's eyes.Natasha took the girl's arm, touched the pinhole, and found that she could no longer find the pinhole.

The girl with blond hair and gray eyes was touched by her like this, and looked away from the TV in confusion, staring at her face obediently.

"It's okay." Natasha smiled at her and lowered her arm, "Look at you."

Sisley wasn't actually watching that classic movie.There was a light screen in front of her, and she was talking to the rest of Sisley.

Falling in the sight of others means that the little girl is very focused.She sat there, staring intently, with her little hands on her knees, completely immersed in the world of the movie.

Captain America walked past her lightly, glanced at the black and white movies of his era on the TV screen, and said "...".

He was in a complicated mood. He couldn't help but stood next to the girl and followed her to watch it for a while. After confirming that 70 years later, he still found the movie quite boring, he turned to look for Iron Man.

Since Eve's arrival, Tony Stark's usual place has been encroached on.

Iron Man had no objection to this, the sofa could no longer lie down, he stayed in another place, and was lazily drunk behind the bar.

"What's the matter, Captain?"

Facing him, Iron Man fell back relaxed, his big caramel-colored eyes showing a relaxed dark color under the light.

"I want to ask about Eve, Tony."

Steve Rogers asked humbly.

"What should she do? Can we feed her?"

Speaking of the little puppet who was lured to Stark Tower by them, Tony's heart was also heavy.

He said as concisely and without emotion as possible, "She can't, she can only live by injections; you can ask Natasha, she should have seen it just now."

Also.

Steve and Tony thought about the same question at the same time.

Eve's mouth was also checked in the scanning cabin. Her tongue was not broken, but completely broken by Qi Gen.

That wound was horrific, and just looking at it gave a glimpse of a thousandth of what the girl had suffered.

To be honest, it was already a miracle that she was not directly choked to death by blood at that time.

As for the fact that "she is still alive", I don't know whether it is the mercy of God or the trick of the devil.

"Sir, I noticed that you haven't eaten for eighteen hours." His AI butler suddenly appeared with a gentle voice, "Do you need the ordering function?"

Even if Iron Man himself doesn't have much appetite, he still has to worry about his teammates.

Starting in the morning, the day has been full of ups and downs. They first dealt with the bombing case together, then brought the little doll back to Stark Tower, gave her a few hours of physical examination, and finally met with A.H.I.E.L.D. After a lot of arguing about how to arrange her, now it can barely be regarded as a peaceful time of the day.

There are more things waiting for them tomorrow.

Like, why is that man in the truck?

Which lab did the truck come from?

Even though it was the first day he met Eve, Iron Man already understood, don't try to get rid of her.

——The little puppet just nodded and shook its head in a daze, like a little mascot placed on a car.

"Sir?" Seeing that he didn't respond, the ai housekeeper asked again.

Iron Man withdrew from these thoughts, looked around, and grabbed the ordering phone on the bar.

On the black-bottomed menu, the ultra-clear picture of the pizza looks more colorful and attractive. Iron Man vaguely remembers ordering from this restaurant last time, and the taste is not bad.

"That's it."

He shook the restaurant's ordering phone.

Four and 10 minutes later, the takeaway was delivered on time.

"What did you order?" Black Widow sat up lazily from the sofa.

"Pizza and cheeseburgers." Iron Man returns.

The aroma of cheese, meat, grease and pie crust wafted out along the carton.The pizza boxes were opened and everyone came over to share their desired portions.

But at this moment, Iron Man suddenly heard the sound of sniffling.He turned around in surprise, wanting to see which teammate he was hungry for, and finally set his sights on the sofa area, the little blond head staring blankly.

Eve stared blankly, as if her soul was floating.

Iron Man: *holds back a laugh*

Iron Man: Tapped Black Widow

Iron Man: *fingers*

Black Widow: ...

Black Widow: *holds back a laugh*

Sisley was staring at the deliciously hot pizza in a daze, completely oblivious to the pointing from there.

She is so greedy, really, it has been almost twenty hours since Sisley ate the last time.The system didn't make her hungry, but there was nothing left in her stomach. This feeling was definitely not a pleasant experience.

Especially when Abaddon came over, the two Sisleys stuck to each other, and Sisley stuck to the breakfast in Abaddon's memory by the way.

The perfect slice of bread and sandwiches, and the perfect sweet milk.

And she didn't eat a bite.

Creak creak, this is the sound of oil paper rubbing when cutting pizza.

There was a snap, which was the sound of the added cheese being pulled higher and higher, and finally bounced back into the pizza box.

Sisley: ...

Iron Man's original intention was not to bully Eve, but it was so much fun to amuse the children.

Eve's gray eyes are wide open in the light, like a dog who has heard a can being opened.At this time, she looked even more childish than a child again. She would look at whichever side he took to eat.

It's so funny that it makes people pitiful.

During this meal, all the members of the Avengers tried to eat as low-key as possible, so as to avoid feeling unbearable guilt under Eve's strong gaze.

Obviously they didn't do anything, but Eve's straightforward gaze made everyone feel that they were like super vicious people who forced the dog to go on a diet and only sprinkled two grains of dry food in the dog's slow food bowl.

She looks like she really wants to eat.

There was only one moment when Tony Stark was so thankful that his cheeseburger was so well wrapped that no flavor came through.

If Eve stared at him for a few more minutes, Iron Man felt that he might really lose control of his hands and feed her.

Natasha apparently had the same psychological orientation.

She has always been the slowest one to eat. Today, she ate it in three or two bites, and washed her hands carefully in 3 minutes until the rose fragrance of the hand sanitizer covered the smell of pizza.

Iron Man watched her Shi Shiran sit over and coax the little puppet who couldn't even watch the movie anymore.

"Are you still hungry, Eve?" Natasha asked gently.

The little puppet tilted its head to look at her, as if it didn't quite understand what she was asking, like a small animal.

"Your stomach." Natasha stretched out her hand and tapped lightly on her exoskeleton-wrapped stomach, indicating to Eve that the stomach she said was here. "Does it hurt? It means you're hungry."

The puppet shook its head this time.

Eve thought for a while, then took out the needle tube from the small box again, gave Natasha a look, and took it back.

She felt that she was showing surplus food, but when Natasha saw it, she felt very uncomfortable.

Natasha asked tentatively.

"Then what were we doing just now, you know?"

Sisley hadn't decided whether to nod or shake her head.

While hesitating, Natasha had already "understood" what she meant for her.

The red-haired female agent didn't know what to say for a while.She held Eve's little hand tightly, and it took a while before she let go.

"Just pretend I didn't ask, Eve." She said hoarsely.

Sisley: ...

She was speechless for the third time, and she shed tears with Natasha.

Sisley: Next time, next time I will definitely not pick such a tormenting vest! ! !

On the snowy mountain, Gabriel and Superman are still confronting each other on a narrow road.

The wings of the archangel flapped slowly, and the holy light stayed on the pure white feathers, and then fell silently.

He didn't answer Clark's words, and showed a considerable disregard for him as a person.

Sisley: *panic*

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The wind blew through the white robe of the archangel, and his wings were plump and huge, looking very soft.

But turning his gaze back to the archangel's face, Clark realized that the archangel himself couldn't have anything to do with the word "soft".

The beautiful stone statue like a church walks directly off the base, so it also brings the most authentic coldness and hardness of the stone statue.

He is by no means kind.

Clark thought, secretly tensing his muscles, guarding against a possible battle.

Generally speaking, he can instantly see everything about the target of battle with super vision, including but not limited to internal organs, bones, and weapons hidden on the body, which allows him to instantly find out the opponent's weakness; Power, which makes him invincible on this planet.

This was the first time that he couldn't see through his opponent.

This indistinguishable, god-like handsome face was expressionless. Clark couldn't see through his body and wings, and he couldn't even hear the archangel's breathing.

This physical trait like him made Clark even more vigilant.

The archangel looked increasingly impatient.

Gabriel's consciousness is inevitably being invaded and affected by the increasingly hot oracle.

He hasn't completely destroyed the mountain yet, so the remaining power surges and jumps in his veins, making Gabriel very uncomfortable, as if sitting next to the heater in winter, half of his body is scorched dry and hot, while the other half is still cold Damp - the feeling is the same.

The archangel frowned slightly, and the corners of his mouth were pursed downward.

He glanced at Clark without emotion, and the latter was horrified by him, and a small animal-like intuition surged up his spine for a moment.

He clenched his fists.

And Gabriel took this as a signal to attack.

The oracle empowers Gabriel, but there is always only one mission.

Gabriel can have endless power to clean up all the stones that stand in his way before completing the task.

Sisley didn't want to beat Superman, but she was eager to try and catch the innocent Superman.

Since he took the initiative to invite, then she will be impolite!

The archangel swooped down towards the Kryptonian in the red cloak, his wings flapped vigorously, each blow brought up a suffocating storm, and the snow on the hillside was also swept up, covering Clark's body head and face Pour it away.

In comparison, Superman's style of play is very unpretentious.He doesn't have Batman's fighting skills that touch the limits of human beings, nor does Dr. Lecter's superb understanding of the human body and anatomical skills, but the power of Superman can smash the head of an adult man with one punch, so most of the time, when he solves the problem No systematic training is required.

Gabriel saw the fist too.

His pupils shrank slightly, and the world became slow motion in his eyes, only the fist was getting closer and closer to him.

But Gabriel could not feel any threat in this fist.

It took him a while to decide whether to fight back or take the fist.

The little devil in Sisley's heart appeared slightly, and instantly strangled the little angel who tried to appear.

In the next second, Gabriel clenched this fist.

He stopped the fist's forward momentum with ease, and instead pressed it down violently, almost as if breaking a short sword in his knee.

At this moment, Clark finally realized what happened, and quickly prepared to withdraw his hand.His body leaned back, stretched into a beautiful bow shape, and the little angel in Sisley's heart at this moment finally came online and kicked the little devil away with a jio.

Gabriel just stopped him symbolically, and the archangel resumed his standing posture, but the fighting spirit was burning in his veins.

Clark had never known anyone on this planet who could match him—or even outmatch him in strength—other than his own people.

The archangel's fingers brushed over his wrists, and even his skin felt like cold, smooth marble, and the pain ensued, making Clark think for a moment that he was going to crush his own bones.

The defeat didn't bring Superman humiliation or anything of the sort, even though Gabriel had just tried to snap his hand off like a dagger.

Clark's clear sky blue eyes were fixed on the archangel, his expression was cautious and calm, and he repeated it again.

"Who are you and what do you want to do?"

Gabriel thought his attitude was—cute.

Superman wasn't even talking harshly, he was seriously questioning, and Gabriel could tell.

In the eyes of the archangel, only the truth can be touched.He can clearly see all the filth in the human world, all the ghosts roar, and all the dirty and ugly things have nowhere to hide in front of him.

Even Clark, Gabriel can still see the shadow that follows him.

It wasn't a dark thought from Clark himself, but someone else had put it on him, resented him, watched him for years.

He himself is still clean and upright, which is why Gabriel is still talking to him face to face here. If anyone is a little dirty, the archangel may have lost control of his nature and raised his wings on the spot , Fan the opponent into the abyss [-] meters.

Clark didn't know he was being treated preferentially.

The archangel on the opposite side was still silent, and his cold and colorful eyes looked at him, and Clark couldn't see any trace of humanity in them.

The strong wind whizzed past high in the sky, Clark would not feel the cold, but he still felt the cold current lingering on his neck, and the collapsed mountains were still under the Archangel's feet, which proved his strength.

As long as he wants, he can destroy a city in an instant.

And Clark didn't know why such a person appeared out of thin air.

Gabriel still wants to fight him, but he realizes that if he doesn't tell Clark something, he might go from a friendly sparring partner who "can control the tempo" to a nasty guy who "must die here today".

And the Archangel wanted to go back and eat the waffles Abaddon made.

So he weighed it.

"Gabriel."

The wind poured the voice of the archangel into Clark's ears, and he couldn't help but feel a trance, staring at the backlit figure for a long time.

The archangel spread its wings, and the invisible energy was pushed to the extreme, pouring towards the undestroyed mountain in an instant.

At that moment, Clark felt a kind of extreme creep.

He stood there without moving, gritted his teeth to restrain his desire to move his body away, and the twelve groups of energy barely passed him by.

In the next second, the air wave rolled over, and the remaining mountain range below was also blown into rocks that could not be broken any more. This kind of force even affected Superman, and the instigator still seemed to be understating it.

If this is not a no-man's land, superheroes should have rushed to this battlefield.

"What do you want?" Clark gritted his teeth and asked the backlit figure.

The sunlight made Gabriel's outline extremely unreal, only the pair of wings seemed to grow bigger and bigger, covering the sky and the sun.

This inhuman feature made the power of the Archangel even more frightening.

His answer proves it.

"filthy."

Clark heard Gabriel say.

His voice fell into his ears for the second time, and Clark was startled. His first reaction was still to be intoxicated by the sound of the archangel intersecting like gold and stone, like listening to a melodious instrument that would only appear in heaven; it took a while to understand , What kind of words did the archangel confide.

Superman with very low magic resistance: "..."

"The world has long been turned into a purgatory full of filth."

The archangel announced flatly.

He lowered his eyes, with pure white eyelashes and long hair, his expression looked extremely holy, but also vaguely alienated and melancholy.

"Are you going to stop me from dealing with the filth?"

Gabriel asked again, in a voice so soft it seemed to be talking to himself.

Clark opened his mouth in a complicated mood, but didn't know what to say.He was still trying to organize his words, and Gabriel was too lazy to listen to what he was thinking, but jumped into the air.

The huge air wave overturned Superman, causing him to roll several times in the air, which prevented him from catching up with Gabriel's distant figure.

Clark looked up, only capturing the image of the archangel's figure overlapping the sun.

He stood there for a while, and suddenly saw something slowly falling from the sky.

It was a tiny piece of snow-white down, which seemed to have accidentally fallen from the wings of the archangel.

Clark's broad palm caught the fluffy feather; whether it was his illusion, the feather seemed to be faintly emitting warmth.

Clark closed his palms, let the feathers softly scratch his palms, and started flying back in the direction of Metropolis.

What he couldn't see was that the light burst out from this feather, covering Clark's body in an instant, driving away and tearing up the darkness and shadows brutally, until there was a bright and clear sky behind Superman.

And Clark knew nothing about it.