Wayne family salted fish daily [Comprehensive British and American]

Why did things turn out like this? Obviously, visiting the Stark Expo is a happy thing, and meeting Tony Stark is also a happy thing. The two things added together should be double the happiness , but why?Why did it become like this?

I am a severe patient with social bullying disorder. The most impossible emotion to experience in this life should be embarrassment. At least the number of times I have experienced embarrassment in the past 20 years is basically because I am not embarrassed. Others are embarrassed, but in the past two days, I seem to be rolling in embarrassment.

Crap, so the fact that my father and my idol have a bad relationship is not a brainwashing bag sent by the media?

The sound of the door opening obviously interrupted the tense atmosphere in the room. I saw my father calmly shift his gaze to the door, and after seeing me, the pair of speechless blue eyes finally seemed to return to their original state: "Loxy, How did you come up so soon?"

"I, I met a few of my juniors, and we came up together just after shopping."

I opened my mouth in a knot, but my eyes glanced in the direction of my idol from time to time.

In fact, I don't think there is anything OOC about my idol saying such a thing.

After all, as a genius inventor who has been controversial since he was a child, he once yelled at the Congress that members of Congress did not even give him any face, and he always did whatever he wanted, saying whatever he wanted, and doing whatever he wanted. Pass a "empathy" nerve.

But this is too ironic, even though you are Iron Man.But I really think my dad can punch my idol.Unless my idol takes his steel suit with him wherever he goes.

Oh wait, chances are, Iron Man has been on the move very quickly in the last year.There are even rumors that he has mastered the core technology of nano-mech.

But I finally understand on the Iron Man fan forum, why some people say that my father and Tony Stark before becoming Iron Man are suspected of colliding with people. Playboy rich second generation with a girlfriend.

But the speeches of the two of them are really annoying.As long as my dad isn't that rich, or that strong, or that Tony Stark isn't Iron Man, they probably don't know that they're going to be sacked in a sack and crawl all over the place.

At least my father didn't seem to mind at all, and he didn't even waver at such a provocation. He said lightly, "In this case, you will definitely maintain your image as a perfect idol on my daughter's birthday, won't you, Tony?"

"Are you inviting me to Gotham to attend your daughter's birthday party?" My idol narrowed his eyes and glanced at my dad: "Aren't you being dropped? I heard that you have a super villain in Gotham who can pretend to be Anyone's appearance, called mud face?"

So what is there to talk about between my dad and my idol? Could it be that the two of them have been bickering with each other like this since I was visiting the exhibition downstairs?

Then what is the need to meet in the VIP box to bicker!Is this a rich man's pleasure?

"Peter, do you know Roxy?" My idol cast his eyes on the few juniors who were as quiet as a chicken after coming in with me: "Why are you still following the Osborne family when you come to the expo?"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Stark." Peter looked a little reserved, and I could easily see the fan filter that was very similar to mine from him. Ask Mr. Tucker when he's away.

Maybe we are half-siblings.

"Senior Roxy is Harry's immediate senior, and we occasionally hang out together."

Peter said a little shyly, in fact, it really overestimated us to say that we went out to play. At that time, Peter and I were probably not in a particularly good financial situation. At least I could feed the whole family by myself. At my insistence, my parents did not force me to pay for my living expenses.But I will definitely not accept that I take money out of my salary and send it to them.

As for Peter, as far as I know, he has always lived with his aunt. It seems that his uncle died in an accident a few years ago, and Peter’s parents died when he was young, so he was adopted by his uncle and aunt. .

After his uncle passed away, Peter has been living with his aunt. After school, he works as hard as I do. I receive manuscripts to earn money. Peter seems to do odd jobs and take pictures for the Bugle Daily to sell money.

Neither of us are the kind of people who have the time and money to hang out with.So the hanging out in Peter's words may actually mean going to the family restaurant occasionally to have a meal with a few people.

Then wipe the old table and play some party activities on it, such as ludo, monopoly, real estate tycoon and other games.

By the way, many of those games were brought by Ned and Harry, and I didn't have the money to buy them anyway.

"There is still a week before the start of the new semester. Don't rush back to New York. If you have anything to do, come to find..."

Mr. Stark seemed a little talkative when he faced Peter. I walked slowly to my father, and was about to speak in a low voice, when I heard a deafening explosion sounded from the entrance of the venue outside. I even felt The huge building under his feet was shaking slightly.

My dad's reaction was extremely fast, he grabbed my elbow in an instant, dragged me behind him, and shouted angrily at the same time: "Tony!"

And my idol's reaction was faster than his? Mom, he tapped twice on the shiny thing on his chest, and the golden-red metal spread along his body at an extremely fast speed, almost It covered Iron Man's body in a second, and then he narrowed his eyes and said to several people in the room: "Don't go out casually, the explosion-proof level here is the highest."

In the next second, he rushed out from the wide open door of the room.The bodyguards outside the door looked well-trained and did not panic at all, and one of them who looked particularly strong was giving orders through the walkie-talkie.

This box is located on the top floor of the venue, with excellent lighting, I tried my best to stick my head out from behind my father, and looked towards the direction of the outer glass.

The scene in front of me instantly brought me back to the day more than two years ago that was scary even today. In the distant sky, there was a huge spaceship floating——

Or something of the same cost, it just looks like a spaceship in a sci-fi movie——

I just stayed where I was, watching lumps of black creatures rushing out from the spaceship that looked like bugs, spreading their paper-thin wings, polluting the sunny sky almost instantly. Sky.

"Well, what's that?" I should have been the one who was going to scream, but obviously Harry and Ned were about the same as me. Anyway, I still have the heads of five aliens.

So this sentence was actually yelled by Harry. While he was yelling, he and Ned limp behind Peter, but Peter, who looked the thinnest, was very calm.

"Although I don't know what it is, it's not human at first glance, is it an alien?" I whispered, my father's black suit gave me a very high sense of security at this moment.

Especially the punch as big as a sandbag that looks like it can punch an alien, and the super strong physique that is strong and wide enough to support him in extreme sports, all of which seem to be better than a disabled person like me.

But no matter what, the old wrist injury made me unable to engage in high-intensity battles apart from the pain.

Even in free combat, the opponents you are fighting against on the field are strong players who abide by the same rules.

Under such circumstances, even a little physical discomfort may affect the game and the body.

But fighting against aliens is different. You can use any trick, even if you fight ugly, as long as you can survive and take one more head, you will win.

At the very least, I am the only person here who has successfully survived an alien attack. Even if Iron Man is controlling the field outside, Superman and other superheroes with superpowers may arrive in half a minute.But my dad and my juniors must not be injured under my care.

Tony Stark's character is publicity that people all over the country—even people all over the world—know, and the Stark Expo venue we are stepping on, also upholds the style of their chairman, and went out this morning My dad and I didn’t even need navigation when we were there, we just looked up a little to see where the most ostentatious building was.

And those aliens were apparently not blind either.

Just a few seconds later, small black spots scattered in the sky outside.

They rushed towards the arrogant building under our feet with a very clear goal.And according to my visual inspection, about one-third of them rushed towards the top floor where we were.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the VIP box are connected to a huge balcony overlooking the streets of Los Angeles. Almost instantly, I saw several aliens landed on the balcony, looking in from the outside with their heads tilted.

Grass, they are not aliens at all, they are bugs, right?

Of the four alien insects that landed on the balcony, two of them looked like cockroaches that could walk upright, and the tentacles on their heads were still trembling.

The other two looked like spiders, and their eight feet landed on the ground, making heavy knocking sounds.

"Ouch—" I retched uncontrollably. The nausea overwhelmed the previous fear. I am not very afraid of bugs. I have been cleaning up the cockroaches, mosquitoes, ants, and spiders in everyone's house since I was a child. .But that doesn't include the style in front of you!

"Spider-Man looks much more handsome than this thing..." I muttered to myself, feeling my scalp tremble several times involuntarily.

However, immediately after, the huge glass door leading to the balcony was hit several times by the feet of the four bugs. It was obviously tempered glass, but I always felt that it wouldn't last long.

I made a quick decision and shouted loudly: "Harry, take my dad and run—"

At the same time, I flew up and kicked on the upright lamp for decoration, kicked off the metal pole used to fix it from the base, then picked up the pole with my backhand, and smashed the lampshade at the other end hard. On the ground, in an instant, most of a seemingly expensive lamp was destroyed, and at the same time, he built himself a weapon that might not be very easy to build.

My assassin brother is not here, so I can't let my weak father die here.

I stood at the back without any hesitation, and directly raised my volume, and my loud shout almost pierced the sky.

"Superman, help!"