[Comprehensive British and American] Shoebill stork is passing by

Thankfully the hairtail is a deep-sea fish. The strengthened mutant hairtail has a stronger body, allowing it to resist water pressure, but it was only for a moment. Soon, the hairtail died from the change in pressure, and the death knell also successfully surfaced.

Batman was holding the shoebill's claws, and was concentrating on teaching it, but for the sake of making Death Knell deflated, he didn't really reprimand, the focus was on warning Daizo not to close his anklet just to eat a fish.

Dumbly turned his head away.

"Daily is just a bird. For a bird, food is very important." Stark quickly stood between Batman and the whalebill stork, protesting strongly, "You can't reprimand a bird for seeking food." eating behavior."

Batman:  …

Talon poked his head out from the edge of the reef and asked, "Can you help me?"

Death Knell looked up at him, ups and downs on the water, and the Ark Turtle will generate traction around it, which is a strange force field. If it falls into the water near here, it will move with it instead of being left in place.

"What do you think?" Deathstroke asked coldly.

Talon was happy, dropped the rope, and caught Death Knell like a fish.

The hairtail was also brought up, dazedly circled the hairtail twice, opened his mouth and gestured for a long time, regretfully found that he couldn't eat such a big guy, and the hairtail was dead and lost its vitality, so he left Dai Stay regular recipe.

"Extreme times, let's make do." Stark comforted it.

The hairtail was sliced ​​open and divided into strips, half of which were divided into arm-length strips, stuffed into Daidai's mouth by Stark to feed, and the other half were roasted and eaten by humans.

Only Daidai sucked the fish stick that Stark stuffed into his mouth, at a loss.

This thing is so soft, it doesn't know how to eat it into its own throat.

Shoebill is not a scavenger, it does not eat such a complete corpse that does not even have a nerve reflex left!

At a loss, he left and right Kangkang blankly, ignoring the unfamiliar sharp claws and death knell, bypassing the fierce big bat, and smashed his beak on Stark's face.

Help--! ! !

Because he couldn't even tap his mouth with a fish stick in his mouth, he could only signal Stark with his small eyes.

Quickly save me——! ! !

"Pfft. Cough cough..."

Stark was amused, and choked his throat, almost swallowing a fishbone.

"Come on, let's come here, you first raise your head up." The boss raised his head himself, and let the whalebill follow him, "Height up your head and open your mouth like this, yes, grow up, are you ready?"

What are you preparing for?

catch the rain?

Shoebill is very confused.But it is a good baby, even if it doesn't understand the strangeness of humans at all, Dadai still obediently raises its head and opens its beak.

Stark activated the mecha in his hand alone, grabbed the fish stick and hovered over the mouth of the whalebill stork, descended slowly, and fed the fish stick into the whalebill stork's throat.

Dazed felt it.

And try to move your throat to swallow.

"Its mouth is really big." Sharp Claw sighed while nibbling on the fish.

"It's a pity that swallowing depends on the throat, not the mouth." Death Bell said angrily, as if he didn't have a high impression of the whalebill stork.

Two whalebill storks, the fool has turned the death knell into a mentally retarded person for several years. On the day Daidai met, he got a mutant hairtail, pulled the death knell into the water and took a sea bath.

It's a ghost to have a good impression.

After two bites of fish, Deathstroke began to collect salt particles, and he got up to take a shower, leaving the follow-up work to Claw.

Only then did the shoebill swallow the first slivers with difficulty.

"How about it?"

Stark was a little nervous, maybe because he wasn't sure if the Shoebill could eat sea fish, or he was simply worried that he would be choked by a dead fish that didn't move.

Dadai reluctantly swallowed the fish stick, and became even more confused, with a look of suspicion on his face.

Seeing it was motionless, Stark was a little worried, walked over and touched its beak, and tried to hand over the second fish stick.

"Stay? Do you want more?"

Dazed for a second to come back to his senses, he quickly shook his head.

And backed away.

It thinks, in fact, it can still do it.

Let's go hungry first.

……

…………

The lowest floor of the survivor base, the laboratory.

"It's dinner time."

Stark said without turning his head, he knew that the whalebill stork must be behind him, looking at him eeriely as always.

There was no movement behind.

After resisting for more than ten seconds, the back was still quiet, but Stark couldn't hold back anymore. He raised his head suddenly, took a deep breath to keep himself calm, then turned around and asked, "What are you doing?" What's wrong?"

He pointed to a button not far away: "I know you can open it!"

The Fool looked at him, then made a move after a moment, walking towards the button.

The moment Stark breathed a sigh of relief, the Fool suddenly changed his direction, and rushed towards him with shaking wings, saying that the [-]-meter sprint was euphemistic, almost in the blink of an eye, with a zoom, the bird's beak had already appeared In front of him, those gloomy eyes were almost on his face.

Stark instinctively held his breath.

"What?!" He almost screamed!

The sound is not much better when it is raised halfway.

However, the Fool didn't care, and wouldn't be frightened by it. It raised its paw silently, and grabbed a piece of bread from the table in Stark's hand.

Flavorful and fluffy, filled with fruit slices and cream, it's Stark's afternoon snack.

Coffee is gone, but tea is still available.

In this doomsday, Stark is not picky about anything, he knows that these things are hard-won, and when his body is almost recovered, he will not continue to have privileges, and will start to live on the most common ingredients.

Perhaps the endless falling in the dark has left new problems for Stark's psychology. Now he has brought his original hedonism to the extreme, with an attitude of being able to enjoy every day.

I only do the most basic rehabilitation every day, without deliberate strengthening, and it is not considered as intentional fishing to delay the progress.

The whole person became a lazy fish.

His salty fish is his salty fish, but this does not mean that a bird can steal his afternoon tea!

And even though the bread was wrapped in a paper bag, it was not strong, so could it still be eaten? !

"Put it down!" Stark frowned.

Batman has not been around recently, and the two only communicated in the internal line. After waking up, Stark was a little autistic, and it became more and more serious in the past two days. After two sentences, the communication line was cut off, and they could only chatter with the whalebill stork.

Coupled with insufficient light and other reasons, the underground life made Stark's psychological problems erratic, and his paranoia became more and more serious. Afternoon tea has become a sense of ritual, and he does not allow the whalebill to destroy this.

Fools don't care.

It doesn't care what humans think, because it knows it's useless to care, birds can't understand humans.

The Fool just hopped back two or three times on one leg, avoiding Stark's hand reaching out to grab something.

Stark: ...! ! !

As a result of his lack of exercise, he actually failed to catch up with a bird hopping on one leg!

Stark froze.

He grabbed the air with one hand, and still maintained the stupid look of stretching out his five fingers forward, and his whole body fell into a shutdown.

Are you such a waste now?

The speed of the shoebill jumping back was not fast, but he didn't even catch the stork's feathers.

This is simply...

Shame on Iron Man!

The flashing exclamation mark in his mind made Stark tremble, and he suddenly realized something, and stared at the whalebill who had retreated to the button.

"Did you lower my intelligence?"

Fool: ...

You idiot don't need to drop your wits at all.

Stark read this message from the Fool's little eyes.

Don't ask how he read such complicated information from those two small eyes, it's just a feeling, as if the shoebill stork directly input the information into his brain through his gaze.

"Don't get close to my brain!" Stark raised his voice again, "And what the hell are you standing there for?!"

The Fool turned his head and pointed the tip of his beak at the button.

Click and its ration of the day will drop out.

That soft nutrient cream.

Stark couldn't imagine that the whalebill would actually eat that, but Batman told him that it was originally the normal ration of the whalebill, but now the conditions are limited and the amount has been reduced.

"Hydra cultivates it as a weapon, but also domesticates it as a pet. It cannot be separated from humans. It is good at attacking but has no intention of foraging," Batman commented, "This whalebill needs a breeder Accompaniment and assistance. Preferably all the time."

So let me be the breeder?

Because I just don't have to go out?

For a moment, Stark had the urge to lift the Shoebill and smash it into Batman's face.

It's a pity that with his current physical ability, he can't lift the whalebill, nor can he aim at Batman.

Fvck——! ! !

Stark was aggrieved. For his own afternoon tea, he still walked over, pressed the switch, and then stretched out his hand to the shoebill.

"give me back."

The Fool placed his paw on top of his hand, and let go of it.

Opening the package, Stark was surprised to find that the bread hadn't been crushed by the bird's claws, and it wasn't even deformed. Obviously, the Fool has extremely high control power, perfectly manipulating the power of every muscle and bone.

The fool over there has already grabbed the nutrient cream and swallowed it with his head up.

It can feel that it doesn't enjoy this thing.

It will eat only because it will die if it does not eat.

And it may not even realize that there are other things to eat.

Most wild beasts are very sloppy in distinguishing "what can be eaten and what can't". Generally, there are only two sources, the education of parents, or the encounters of companions.

Some curious animals will try everything. If they don’t die after eating, their companions may start eating. If they die after eating, their companions will stop eating. Over time, a set of recipes will be passed down along the bloodline of the population.

And some animals have weak curiosity, which is even simpler-they only eat what they have been educated to eat.

Theoretically, the Shoebill is an exploratory type. As long as it meets the two conditions of "capable of swallowing" and "vigorous", it may choose to swallow it.

But fools are educated into the latter kind.

Fools will not take the initiative to try to eat those things that no one told them to eat when they were young.

"Poor guy." Stark muttered, sitting back in front of the screen.

"But it's okay, anyway, there is no normal diet for you in the world now, and you have to eat this stuff in the end, at least you should have nothing unusual from eating to growing up." He stared at the screen.

"That guy is different."

A very blurry image was projected and enlarged on the screen. It was probably a wooden boat with something of a large size fluttering its wings.

Can't see exactly what it is, but Stark can guess.

And the one next to it.

Stark stared at his armor.