[Zhongyingmei] Today I also survived

The name Nick Fury said was not beyond Tony's expectations. The general who wanted to make the army more powerful, besides him, there would be no second person who was so interested in that kind of monster.

"The name has already been given to you." Fury raised his eyebrows, and he looked at Bruce. "Remember, this name was mentioned by you when you overheard some people chatting, and it has nothing to do with me."

"Of course," Tony said, "didn't we just talk about which fast food restaurant had better beef burgers?"

Fury smiled, and he turned his head to look at Ivan who was sitting on the sofa and had just been treated by a doctor.

"Since your wound has been treated almost," Fury said to Ivan, "I think we should be able to talk about things in the factory. I want to make sure, you..."

"Maybe you can wait a little longer," Steve walked into the living room, "let him change that tattered skirt first."

Ivan was helped up by Steve, and Fury looked at the horrible skirt on Ivan, and then agreed to Steve's proposal.

"The clothes may be a little big," Steve helped Ivan to the door of his room, "I hope you don't mind."

"Of course I don't mind, thank you." Ivan looked at the clothes on the bed in the room.

"Have you counted how many times you thanked me today?" Steve smiled, "You don't need to say so many thanks between friends."

Steve looked at Ivan's wrist with a worried look on his face.

"Can you do it yourself? I mean your hands, do you want me to change your clothes for you?"

"I can do it myself," the young man grabbed the clothes on the bed with his uninjured other hand, blushing, "No, I don't need your help."

"Okay," Steve helped Ivan close the door, "I'm right outside, if you need my help, just call me."

After a while, the door of the room was opened by Ivan from the inside, and he tugged on the slightly baggy jacket a little uncomfortable.

"The sleeves are a bit long." Steve glanced at the long sleeves that almost blocked Ivan's hands, "My clothes are a bit too big for you."

Fury, who was sitting in the living room, didn't wait for a few minutes, and Ivan, who had changed his clothes, followed Steve and appeared in the living room again.

"That's your clothes," Tony glanced at what Ivan was wearing, and then said to Steve, "He doesn't fit at all, should I send someone to send me a new set?"

"Don't worry about it," Ivan stroked the corner of the clothes lightly with his fingers, "I'll just wear this suit."

Tony shrugged, "Since you insist, fine."

"Okay," Fury said, "now can I ask what happened in the factory?"

The black director looked at Ivan: "Did you hear what they said? And how were you kidnapped by them?"

Bruce drank his coffee and looked at Ivan calmly. He knew better than anyone how difficult it was to subdue the monster created by Hugo Strange, at least an ordinary person would never be able to do it.

"I was looking for a job on a job site," Ivan said, "the job was posted by Hugo Strange, and I went to him for an interview, and he drugged me, and when I woke up, I It's already in the warehouse of that factory."

"Where did you interview?" Fury asked. "Is it near Sixth Avenue?"

"Yes," Ivan nodded, "The fifth floor of Free Building, No. 504."

"It's almost certain," Fury said, "that the recent disappearances around Sixth Avenue have been linked to those two lunatics."

As soon as Fury finished speaking, his phone vibrated twice. He looked at the email he had sent, and then frowned.

"The DNA of those monsters matches the DNA of the missing person." The black director stood up, "I have to go back, this matter will be quite troublesome to deal with."

"As for you," Fury looked at Ivan, he sighed, "I hope that next time I see you, it will not be such a strange situation. Don't leave New York recently, if there is any problem, we will contact you."

"I see." Ivan replied.

Tony watches Fury leave, then looks back at Bruce and Tim.

"I'm going to eat the new pickle sandwich at the corner fast food restaurant tonight." Tony put his coffee on the table, "I believe Gotham's richest man will not like this kind of food? So, how long are you going?"

Bruce stood up, straightened his sleeves, and smiled at Tony.

"Don't worry," Bruce said, "we're not going back to Gotham until tomorrow, but we're not here today, and we're not trying pickle sandwiches with you."

Bruce reached out to Tony: "Thank you for your help this time, Mr. Stark."

"When I went to greet a certain officer at night," Tony shook hands with Bruce perfunctorily, "collect the debt for me, the final payment for the mechanical weapon that gentleman bought from me is still pending."

"Go and urge yourself." Bruce lowered his voice, smiled and sent Tony's hand, then turned and left without hesitation.

"Goodbye," Tim bid farewell to Tony, "Mr. Stark."

"I think I should leave too," Ivan heard the footsteps of Bruce and Tim leaving, "I still have something to do tonight."

Steve frowned, "You were injured, you can stay here for two days before leaving."

"I really have important things to do," Ivan said, "and I can take care of myself."

Steve's expression clearly disapproved of Ivan, and he seemed to be planning to say something to persuade Ivan to stay obediently.

Ivan thought about Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham, who hadn't been resolved yet, and he repeated his words with great determination.

"I really have something very important to do."

"But you're limping now, you can't even walk."

Tony looked at Ivan and Steve: "I can solve this problem."

Ten minutes later, Ivan stood in the elevator with Tony on crutches.

"Thank you." Ivan felt that he said thank you more times today than in the past 20 years combined.

"You're welcome," Tony said, and he looked at Ivan, "If you really feel very grateful, you might as well answer me a question."

"what?"

"Are you a mutant?"

Ivan's eyelashes trembled a few times, and the young man lied without hesitation: "I am a mutant."

"What's your ability?" Tony looked very interested.

Ivan was silent for a while, and then replied: "My strength is relatively strong."

"No wonder," Tony said, "that's why you beat that monster up like that by yourself."

The elevator quickly reached the first floor, and Tony and Ivan walked out of the building.

Tony saw not far away that his driver had already driven to the side of the road waiting for him and Ivan.

"I'll take you home," Tony said. He didn't give Ivan a chance to refuse. "Don't think about refusing. I don't want to be stared at by the captain with condemning eyes after I come back."

Under Tony's gaze, Ivan obediently got into the car with his newly acquired crutches.

The car drove very fast, and arrived downstairs at Ivan's house in a short while. Ivan breathed a sigh of relief and broke the dead silence along the way.

"I'm here," Ivan thanked again very sincerely, "Thank you very much for today."

"I noticed that you didn't notice at all," Tony said the moment Ivan pushed the car door open, "Someone has been following you, following us since we set off until now."

Ivan's hand that pushed the car door was stiff, and he subconsciously turned his head to look around.

"It's this guy," Tony tapped his phone a few times and handed it to Ivan, "Have you seen him?"

Ivan took the phone, and the blurred face of the man on the screen made him slightly stunned.

"This is my friend," said Ivan, "I know him."

John stood not far away and watched Ivan slowly go upstairs on crutches, and the car that took Ivan home also left.

"Ivan's home," John said, "I'm going across the street from his house now..."

John's words were interrupted by the vibration of the mobile phone, and he looked at the caller ID.

"To be honest," Ivan's voice sounded after the call was connected, "I really don't know why you followed me."

John didn't speak, and Ivan didn't care that there was no response from the other end of the phone.

"Mr. Reese," Ivan said, "rather than standing downstairs, you might as well go upstairs. I'll pour you a cup of coffee, although it's instant."

John sighed, and then walked upstairs: "Finch, Ivan sincerely invited me upstairs for a cup of coffee."

Ivan sat on the sofa, watching John push the door and walk in.

"How long have you been following me?" Ivan asked.

John took a sip of coffee. The water Ivan used to make instant coffee was not very hot, and John drank a lump of coffee.

"Not long," said John, "perhaps a few days."

"Why are you following me?"

"Because you're in danger," John replied.

"Dangerous?" Ivan raised his eyelids and glanced at John, "Actually, I almost died today, which shows that your protection is completely useless."

"It has nothing to do with your danger today." John only took a sip of coffee before losing the idea of ​​continuing to drink it. "You are not safe yet."

"Guess what I thought?" Ann said in Ivan's mind, "There is only one danger closest to you now, and you know what I'm talking about, that damned ogre, Ivan."

John looked at Ivan: "I am more inclined that you should know what the danger is. You have been busy with some strange things, such as sending anonymous flowers to an FBI agent, or using someone else's mobile phone to give that FBI agent send anonymous text messages."

"You are right," Ivan said, "I know where the danger comes from, so if I tell you, will you help me?"