[Comprehensive British and American] Shoebill stork is passing by

While the two were walking together, Fury, who was like a watcher, was called away by the phone. After he finally completed all the formalities and obtained legal entry status for the aircraft carrier and accompanying personnel, he looked up again.

Well, the stork and the man were gone.

Stark took the stork for a walk in the grass taller than people. They walked very slowly. The stork didn't know what to think, and seemed to have entered the following mode. It walked as humans walked.

Go far, far away.

"Cub, can you fly to the swamp from here?" Stark asked suddenly.

Stork turned his head to the side, and didn't seem to understand.

The "crown" on the top of the head was crooked.

"Looks like it won't work."

Also, the shoebill stork is not considered a migratory bird and does not have the ability to migrate. The route from the grasslands of Tanzania to the Zambian swamp has never been engraved in the DNA of this shoebill stork.

"Don't worry, Dad will find a way for you." Stark patted it on the back, "But Dad needs a brain to find a way for you, so you still have to wear this suppression collar, you know?"

He spoke with sincerity and heart, and he didn't care how many words Stork could understand.

They went on for a while, and the stork stopped.

With a question mark in his mouth, Stark found a touch of white in the depths of the grass not far away.Such a large splash of white in the yellow and green plants is really conspicuous.

Not to mention vigilant herbivores, even Stark can spot them.

How does it hunt?

Stark stayed to observe with a trace of curiosity.

The stork stomped on the grass, stepped on the tall grass stalks, stepped on a soft cushion, stepped on it, and squatted down.Stark poked his head around the edge.

He looked around and couldn't find any herbivores.

Could it be a gazelle in the distance?

But those gazelles are at least 500M away from leopards, which is far beyond the predation distance of cheetahs.

To be honest, the gazelle doesn’t even need to run across the straight-line distance of 500 meters. As long as the cheetah rushes to the face, the cheetah that has already run out of breath brakes on the spot, panting like a broken gong, and has no strength at all. Attack the gazelle.

However, judging from the direction of the white leopard's head, it was really aiming at those gazelles. Its forelimbs were lowered, its head was fixed, its hind legs were raised high, and it moved slightly for calibration.

Then it's gone.

Stark was stunned.

I'm sure it's not that I lost my sight too slowly, but that the other party has indeed disappeared.

The grass was pushed away, Ripple moved forward at a high speed, but there was no white leopard.

Stark let out a "Fvck" in his heart, realizing that the other party had entered a state of invisibility.

The gazelles heard the ominous movement and raised their heads one by one to look left and right, but there was nothing in their sight, and the approaching noise suddenly turned around. A herd of gazelles turned into a mess in an instant.

The little gazelle couldn't run fast, and rolled on the ground.

The ripples passed by it without stopping, and in the blink of an eye, Stark only felt a blur in front of his eyes. Not far away, a strong male gazelle suddenly fell to the ground, screaming in his mouth, and blood spurted out of his throat. Not understanding what happened, he frantically ran further away in fright to escape.

Only then did the white leopard show his appearance.

It was panting, eyes squinted, and its white face was covered with blood, like a coquettish red smile.

The leopard didn't notice the sight of humans. It looked left and right, followed its survival instinct to find a lonely big tree, and dragged its food to climb up to prevent the prying eyes of lions and hyenas.

The leopard began to eat, and the human came back to his senses.

"Okay, maybe we should investigate what happened to this prairie and why mutant animals were born. Or are there all over the world, and we just haven't found it for some reason?"

Stark was talking to himself.

The stork didn't understand, it looked sleepy, closed its nictitating membrane, and was taking a lazy nap.

Seeing it like this, Stark didn't have the heart to yell at it. Instead, he squatted down and stroked its back hair, smoothing the stork more comfortably, and gradually melting into a slightly raised bird cake.

The grassland is a place where life is devoured and born every day, and the smell of blood in the wind did not alarm anyone.

Whether it's other herbivores in the distance, or a shoebill from a laboratory.

Stark found himself alone grieving about this.

Bald.

He simply sat down on the spot and let the long grass bury himself, which would block the sight of other predators and be safer.

Unfortunately, it was not recorded.

Only then did Stark realize that he forgot to turn on the video just now.

After a moment of tangling, Stark put the matter aside and turned slightly sideways. The straw was very hard, and he was uncomfortable no matter how he sat. Looking around, he simply tried to get close to the shoebill stork, and nestled sideways in the stork's bed. body to distribute the weight.

Stork did not refuse.

He just opened his nictitating membrane and stared at him, his eyes were round and round, it seemed unbelievable that this human being would just fall on him like this, using himself as a pillow.

However, it accepted Stark, quickly closed the nictitating membrane, and continued to rest.

Comfortable.

This is Stark's first feeling.

He wondered if normal shoebills felt this way.

But really comfortable.

The seemingly blue-gray and bluish feathers are soft when pressed, layered upon layer, with a temperature slightly higher than the human body, and even the feather shafts have proper elasticity, and there is a warm fragrance of sunshine in the smell, I can't help it Tucker lowered his head, buried his nose into its back feathers, and took a deep breath.

Should it be said that this is the breath of life?

Or maybe the scent of a bird roasted in the sun?

Stark was a little confused, and sighed softly in his throat.

He was also tired, so he simply closed his eyes and rested.

Iron Man is confident, even if Fury Big dares to drive the aircraft carrier and leave with his armor, he is not afraid. At worst, he will call the armor from New York to come over, that is, just a little slower, and he will always wait.

He has life-saving equipment, and there is no problem in hunting on this prairie for emergency escape.

Unexpectedly, he fell asleep until it was dark.

Stark woke up in a daze, suddenly dumbfounded, and then found a note clipped on his collar, in Fury's handwriting, which read: wake up and go back to the camp to find supper, if you sleep until dawn , that is breakfast.

They were still camping.

Stark wiped his face vigorously to cheer himself up.

When he raised his head, he felt something was wrong.

The stork has woken up at some point, his head is on the side, his nictitating membrane is also opened, and he is looking in a certain direction.

Theoretically, birds don't have night vision, and they don't know what's going on with this mutant Shoebill. Stark wanted to speak, but he keenly noticed that the neck feathers of the Shoebill were slightly blown open.

Most birds blew their neck feathers only when they were startled, or as some sort of warning signal.

There's something nearby that alerts the Shoebill.

Stark immediately squatted up, adjusted his posture as silently as possible, and turned on the positioning call, as well as his own set of simple life-saving devices.

His watch can be flipped open to become a glove-like defensive weapon. His chest, heart, lungs and other vital parts are also covered with a layer of nano-defense, which is theoretically enough to deal with all the troubles on the grassland. He has teeth all over his body.

The problem is the existence of mutant animals.

After a few seconds of silence, Stork tilted his head.

Stark aimed in that direction, too.

How the hell does this stork know where the enemy is?Why can't he hear anything?

Oh no, he heard it.

There was a very slight sound of brushing aside the grass.

"sough……"

rustling...

A small head poked in.

deer?

Stark was a little confused.

This orange-yellow one has brown spots and a two-horned head.

Probably, maybe, not a deer?

The little guy looked at the two of them, quickly got in, and made a nest in the stork's nest.

Stark:? ? ?

what's the situation?

What's even more strange is that the alert state of the shoebill stork did not disappear because of this. It was still staring in that direction. When Stark was confused about what was going on with this miniature giraffe, the shoebill stork suddenly chattered, and stabbed in the On the ground, a piece of soil and grass foam was splashed.

When it raised its head again, there was a black and yellow snake in its mouth, which was as thick as a wrist and several meters long.

The stork bit its head, making the snake unable to open its mouth. The whole snake struggled frantically, trying to use its winding skills to break free from this predicament, but the shoebill was in a daze, and it seemed that it didn't know how to deal with it. , just let the snake wrap its body around its mouth blankly.

He also clumsily stepped on a part of the stork, narrowly avoiding the fate of the whole stork being entangled.

The stork stomped on the snake's tail in confusion, at a loss.

It's all good now, it can't help it if it wants to let go.

The shoebill swung its head from side to side, and tried to shake its head lightly, but all failed. These attempts failed to help it get rid of the strange snake, but made it dizzy by itself.

The stork had no choice but to turn his head to look at the humans.

Stark, who was about to catch the snake himself, said, "...Fortunately, Dad was a step late." Otherwise, he would have caught the snake, and would have been slapped hard by the whalebill stork.

"Okay, keep still like this." He stretched out his hand to pinch the strange snake's seven inches, and assisted with the other hand, twisting the snake. "Don't let go, don't let go."

Stark pressed the shoebill's mouth to keep it from letting go.

After the snake is dead, the head still has a long-term nerve reflex, which can bite people and inject venom.

Don't take the lone smugglers lightly.

He cautiously reached into the mouth of the Shoebill stork with his protective hand, pinched the cheek of the snakehead to death, and then opened the stork's mouth and took out the snakehead.

Looking back, the little giraffe was gone.

Indeed, sometimes this happens.

For various reasons, some wild animals realize that the existence of human beings will become a kind of shelter. When being hunted down, some wild animals will jump over the wall in a hurry and rush into human camps for help.

For example, a penguin chased by a killer whale on a fishing boat, or an antelope that rushed into a human convoy.

Generally speaking, this kind of thing is hard to come by, and human beings enjoy it.

But Stark still felt weird.

There is an illusion of being prostituted.