[Zhongyingmei] I continue for 1 second for myself

Pin up a person's photos, magazines, and reports in his bedroom, and he can see them when he opens and closes his eyes.

If this is not mad love, it is extreme hate.

Janna looked around at the reports on the wall of this room:

"Tony Stark Comes Out: I Am Iron Man"

Time Magazine Person of the Year: Iron Man

"Iron Man stabilizes the relationship between East and West"

"Private Armed Forces or National Forces, Iron Man Is Questionable"

……

She found her job card again and saw the words on it clearly: Jana Lorraine, Stark Industrial Product Researcher.

A 20-year-old young woman who hated a beloved national hero planned to infiltrate Stark Corporation and detonate a teddy bear stuffed with a plastic bomb.

On the day the plan was implemented, he died.

An increasingly clear guess emerged in Janna's mind.

Leaving aside whether it was Stark's luck or the coincidence of Lorraine's death, Janna felt that the original soul of this body was quite unlucky.

Tony Stark, as a popular character who has to be mentioned in the hero series movies, Janna is still clear.

Even if he has made countless enemies, he shouldn't be the target of vendetta for a woman like her.

She caressed the paper with bright crosses on the wall, moving her palms little by little.

In the middle of the wall, on a faded yellow newspaper, she stopped.

This is a report ten years ago: "103 civilians died in recent terrorist attacks".

What is the connection between terrorist attacks and Stark Industries?

Unless Lorraine came back, Janna wouldn't be able to guess now.

The successive experiences gave her the illusion that she was forced to jump repeatedly in different parallel worlds.

But no matter what it is, it has nothing to do with her. She wants to live on for this body with her own ideas.

The first step starts with refusing to open and close the face of the same person.

She found clean clothes from the cupboard, took the quilt out again, and closed the door. A piece of thin report paper was blown up and pasted on the wall next to the door. It read "Stark Hazardous Industrial Products Misused by Terrorists".

On the day when Janna was absent from work, her boss called her to ask the specific reason, and Janna said seriously that she had caught a cold because of getting wet.

get wet?Her department head looked at the sky, it didn't seem to be raining.

On the second day, Janna really caught a cold, and she regretted that she should have used another excuse.

On the way to work, I found that the moat that I blasted out of the water column yesterday was surrounded by police cars with flashing lights.

She asked passers-by nearby about the situation and was told that someone maliciously dropped bombs into the lake.

Maliciously dropping bombs?

If it wasn't malicious, the bomb exploded in Stark Tower.

"Miss Lorraine." Someone called this last name, brushing from behind Janna to her side.

"Huh?" Janna gave him a sideways glance, sweeping him all over.

The short-haired man in a dark blue suit and flower tie held a briefcase in his hand, still staring straight ahead.

She decided to live a normal life and not participate in any strange organization, and then she was approached again.

Let her guess, this person has nothing to do with her plan to bomb the Stark Tower yesterday.

Janna imitated him, without looking at him, with a blank expression, "I didn't complete that task."

"We know." The man was puzzled, "But why are you all normal and you didn't use that potion?"

Janna:? ? ?

"It's so strange, doesn't that potion work for you?" The man continued to himself.

"Potion?" Janna frowned.

So Lorraine, died of a mysterious potion?

At the intersection, the two stopped and waited for the signal lights.

"The only effects I've seen are mutation or death. This is the first time I've seen your immunity."

"..." Does a cold count?

The signal light is about to turn green.

Janna said: "No matter what agreement we have reached before, I will terminate it unilaterally now."

"Stop?" The man seemed incredulous, but he kept his voice down as much as possible, "You begged us to provide you with potions to take revenge on Stark, but now you've regretted it?"

"Yes, I regret it."

When the signal light turned green, Janna walked out without hesitation, leaving the man in the suit with a dazed expression on his spot.

At least in this body, she knew another layer of her identity first, which is much better than being exposed in front of others while still looking confused.

Another block away is the Stark Tower, but Janna is stopped in place by the crowd rushing against her.

"Run, there's a mutant monster!" reminded the person running straight in the direction she came from.

Janna didn't run, but stayed where she was because she saw a familiar figure not far away.

The "person" was leaning against the shop window with his chest folded. He was wearing a black robe with the cap on, and a huge scythe glowing with cold light was leaning on his arms.The window reflected light, but there was no him in the reflection.

It turned out to be him again?This is too real.

Janna changed her body, he probably wouldn't recognize her, because he wasn't looking at her, but at the end of Janna's street, turning his neck a little bit, his cold eyes approaching where she was with.

Before he noticed her looking at him, Janna looked away a step ahead.

At this moment, I noticed that the street was cleared, and she was the only person standing here as far as I could see.

Or rather, something else was approaching.

The ground in front of her was instantly dented and cracked, and a monster whose every muscle was so swollen that it looked like it was about to explode appeared in front of Janna accompanied by the sound of heavy footsteps.

This is what the crowd is afraid of.

The monster let out a roar, and a fist bigger than her head came towards her face.Janna dodged instinctively.I don't know if that "person" is looking at her, waiting for her to be blown up with a fist and make a knife.

But now she was in no mood to pay attention to anything else, because another fist was already on the way.

Now before she goes out, she will properly stuff a few balls of paper towels into her pockets for emergencies.Didn't expect to use it so soon.

Janna dodged another punch and jumped back.Pulled a ball of paper from his pocket and threw it into the air.

She didn't care if it would remind him of something in the eyes of the "person" who was watching.If she didn't do this, the body that was handed over to her the next day would go into the grave again.

There are disadvantages and advantages to kneading paper towels into balls. The small quality allows it to slow down enough time for her, but it is not easy to throw it high.

Once time slowed down, the mutant's movements were easy to catch in Janna's eyes, and she easily avoided two more rounds, preparing to... escape.

counterattack?nonexistent.

Before the first ball of paper balls hit the ground, she was going to throw another one, trying to slow down the time more. Something swooped down from the sky, and the red and yellow metal armor almost hit the mutant monster, knocking it down. flew out.

Of course Janna recognized this armor, it was Lorraine who posted the whole bedroom and won the Person of the Year, Iron Man.

He was suspended in the air, and he put his palm on the monster's chest again, fired a shot, and the monster quickly stopped moving.

The monster that Jana struggled to escape was instantly killed by Iron Man.

Janna with a complicated complexion had to sigh with emotion that the mutated poor sometimes couldn't compete with rich ordinary people.

After the monster twitched a few times, it was completely motionless.

At this time, the "person" across the street squinted his eyes, sank into the ground, and in the next second, appeared next to the monster's corpse.The icy sickle was held in his hand, and he slashed across the monster's body from top to bottom. The movements were skillful, as if he had done it hundreds or thousands of times.

Strangely, when the huge and sharp sickle went down, no wound was left, only a translucent figure was sucked out by the edge of the sickle from where it passed.

Janna boldly guessed that this was probably the soul he was talking about.

However, the difference between this soul and the body is too great.He didn't have muscular explosive muscles, and he didn't have a body as tall as two people. No matter how you looked at it, he was just an ordinary man thrown on the street and no one would notice him, not even a mutant whose appearance was a little different from ordinary people.

What's even more strange is that after the man's soul left the body, he looked back and was also amazed by the appearance of the body.

Janna saw him open his mouth to say something, but she was too far away to hear clearly.

"Scared." Janna was drawn back to realize that Iron Man had stopped beside her.

"A little bit." Her gaze returned to that "person".

It turns out that this is the process of harvesting the souls of the dead.

Tony Stark doubts life again.

He remembered the lady.If she didn't recognize him because she skipped work, he understands, but now Iron Man is in front of her, but she is still staring at the dead monster? !

Isn't his personal charm not as good as a monster that can't see the explosion?

Tony decided to change the way of chatting.

He put his hands on his hips, "I recognize you, beautiful lady, would you like your boss to give you a ride along the way?"

I saw the beauty in front of me, and returned her a sweet smile: "Thank you."

Sure enough, the handsome Iron Man picks him up and goes to work, which is the dream of countless girls.

Tony thought so, and was about to let her hug the armor in a gentlemanly way...

Janna blinked, "But it's just a place to go, isn't it too exaggerated for you to send me off?"

"It's not an exaggeration, I never consider the distance when I go out, the most important thing is to line up." Iron Man insisted.

Do you want to line up...

Janna looked at the Stark Tower within half a mile in her field of vision, thoughtful.

Isn't this row of noodles too much?