Temptation on the tip of the tongue

"You can't go."

Loki's answer was clean and neat, without leaving a trace of leeway.

His subordinates had just narrowly escaped death, and they ran up to him without fear of death, clamoring to go to that terrible third district?

That place with iron walls and impregnable walls?

Besides, he managed to survive by himself, wouldn't it be embarrassing to just send his subordinates away like this?

Rocky tapped his fingers on the table: "Chen Xiaoxiao, don't be stupid, are you crazy about zombies? Go back to your room and sleep right now!"

Chen Xiaoxiao was in a hurry, her tired eyes were bloodshot again: "Why?"

Loki said quietly: "Because I don't want to lose another excellent subordinate. I just broke a Teddy, should I send you in too?"

"And without Teddy, you are like a bird with broken wings, and you are already at a disadvantage in action."

"Even if he gets the antibody, he will still die if the vaccine cannot be produced a week later."

"He is already a dead person, Chen Xiaoxiao, you have to accept this and don't make any unnecessary sacrifices."

Chen Xiaoxiao looked anxiously: "I can get out! I am familiar with the three districts. Since I escaped once, I can definitely escape this time! Please, let me go!"

Loki said word by word: "Impossible."

He had a headache from being quarreled with by this girl.

After finally getting the crazy Teddy off the spaceship, this girl ran over to make such an exaggerated request without even being out of breath.

"You may have escaped before, but it was with Teddy's cooperation. You ask yourself, Teddy is gone, how much escape ability do you have left?"

"And maybe you won't believe it, but there is one thing you must know: the engineer of the third district is named Tony Stark."

"He improved all the security facilities in the third district, which is now known as the empire of the zombie era. It is impenetrable and there is absolutely no flaw."

"Even if you're a bird, you can't fly without wings."

Chen Xiaoxiao was stunned, she was stunned, and after a while she said: "What? How is it possible?"

"The dignified Iron Man...how could he build a fortress and design equipment for that lunatic?"

Rocky sneered: "I forgot to tell you. The plane that can land on the road, and the mutant capture instrument that was upgraded within a week were all designed by him."

"What a hero, but a powerful villain."

"In this world, there are no superheroes anymore."

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Tony Stark without the steel shirt was pale, and his exhausted look made him grow old overnight.

He stood quietly in front of the thick glass, looking at the handcuffed man in the white laboratory.

Pep's long golden hair was in a mess at this moment, his beautiful and smooth skin became weak and pale, his blue eyes turned hopelessly white, and he stared blankly at the world in front of him.

The unconscious zombie walked slowly, staggered, stumbled, and dragged the heavy shackles making noises.

Tony stretched out his hand and pressed his fingertips against the thick glass, his honey-colored eyes overflowed with endless sadness, as if he couldn't bear to watch it any longer, he turned his eyes away and closed them painfully.

He whispered to the glass: "Good morning, dear."

As he spoke, he seemed to want to touch her cheek through the glass, and his stiff fingers weakly traced the shape of her cheek in front of the glass.

The exhaustion of staying up all night surfaced on his face, and Tony said weakly and softly: "I came today to tell you that no matter what you become, I will always love you."

The man who was originally as firm as steel is now as fragile as a piece of paper.

As long as there is still a glimmer of hope, he will continue to struggle until the last light comes.

Everything is lost - the company has fallen, friends have disappeared, the world has fallen, but it doesn't matter.

As long as she's around.

No matter what kind of posture is by his side.

Tony pressed his forehead against the cold glass and whispered: "I really want to tell you that I really regret not being with you at that time and leaving you alone to face the terrible scene."

"I thought I could save everyone, only to find that there was nothing I could do."

"If possible, I'd like to exchange my life for you, all because I left your side again when I was supposed to protect you."

He can't wait to repeat to her a thousand times, ten thousand times: he loves her so much, so, so.

But it was too late, he watched his beloved walk out of the house covered in blood, his beautiful eyes lost color, his long golden hair was covered with sticky black blood, he stumbled and staggered like a child walking .

Like a pearl, like a gemstone, covered with dust.

He knew Brandon was a total lunatic, a contemporary Hitler, an honorable murderer, but so what?

That lunatic is the only ruler with the third-generation antibody, so Tony has no choice and no way, because he wants Pep to live.

No matter what form he lives in, he must do his best.

Because that's what he owed her.

This was fate punishing him, punishing him for abandoning her at the last moment and tormenting him for the rest of his life.

At this time, someone knocked on the corridor door, and the cold voice sounded again and again, with a terrifying rhythm: "Mr. Stark, you should rest."

"As a great engineer building a base, you can't use your body like this."

Tony watched him tiredly, dizzy from all night work, and all he wanted was to see her, just one, before bed.

However, Brandon's icy expression told him clearly—rest?Impossible.

Tony frowned at him, feeling that the medals and honors on his shoulders were ridiculous: "What's the matter? General?"

Brandon's ice-blue eyes seemed to be getting darker: "The weapon you designed has failed."

Tony was tired and angry at such a rude reprimand: "What?"

Brandon said slowly: "My people, when using the Zk-03 you created, not only released a few mutants, but also wiped out the entire army. It shows that this kind of thing is outdated. I need a stronger weapons, Mister Stark."

As he spoke, those sharp eyes looked at him, saying word by word: "In order to create antibodies that can revive the dead."

Tony said angrily: "That's because your people are too useless! Take them down and replace them with a stronger army to carry out your arrest! Can't you do this kind of thing!"

Brandon said slowly: "Ha, no matter how much I train my people, they are just ordinary people. How can they compare to mutants?"

Tony pushed him away, held his painful head and walked away: "Then make them super soldiers! Isn't your army always willing to die for you?"

Brandon sneered: "Super soldiers? I don't want to take such a big risk to destroy zombies that can automatically heal their bodies."

"I want you to strengthen them, not themselves, Mister Stark."

"I want you to strengthen their weapons."

Tony stopped abruptly, and roared, "It's already the latest weapon! With the materials and technical level in your base, it's impossible to create a new weapon!"

Brandon's slender eyebrows raised, and the corners of his sharp mouth grinned slightly: "Really? Mr. Iron Man?"

"What if I have an Iron Legion?"

"I like your armor very much, Mister Stark."

"Unfortunately, one or two superheroes can't save the world now."

Tony looked at the man in the dark blue military uniform beside him.

Blonde hair, frosty blue eyes, and sharp lines formed the stern shape of the face.

Violent, vicious, cold-blooded and ruthless.

Apart from an almost paranoid feeling for his dead brother, he has no compassion for humans at all.

He would never hand over the steel armor to this kind of person, to a murderer full of honor.

Tony gritted his teeth: "No matter what happens, you guys don't want to get from me—"

Get his armor.

However, Brandon stood quietly in front of the glass, looking at him from a distance with frosty eyes with a sinister smile.

Tony understood in an instant why he had chosen this time and this place to meet him.

He looked at Brandon, his hands clenched behind his back into fists.

mean guy...

Brandon walked towards him step by step. His tall figure and meticulous dark blue military uniform were extremely oppressive, and his military boots made a very clear sound when he stepped on the ground. He lowered his head slightly, and brought his vicious lips close to Tony's ear, He said softly: "Mr. Stark, you must know that Miss Pep is not rotten now because her heart is still beating."

Then, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the instrument not far away: "But, did you see it? The beating range is slowly slowing down, because the antibody's medicinal power has begun to fade."

"There are two days left in the week, and if I don't give her new antibodies after two days, the tiny throbbing will stop."

He said, raised his head, pursed his lips slightly and smiled, "Mr. Stark wouldn't want to see that scene, would he?"

Tony gritted his teeth and closed his eyes in pain.

Brandon smiled softly, with a rare frivolity in the corner of his eyes: "Or, Mr. Stark is surrounded by beautiful women, and he doesn't care about the life or death of one or two?"

Suddenly enraged by this sentence, Tony opened his bloodshot eyes in an instant, waved his fist, and slammed at Brandon who was only a few feet away from him, wishing to wipe all the damn smile on his face Lose!

However, soldiers are the most proficient in fighting, and Brandon easily received his attack. The powerful arm of the soldier is far from what Stark, who has endured many days of pain, can deal with, so he is subdued by the opponent very quickly.

Brandon let go, Tony staggered two steps, and hit the wall.

Brandon's eyes flickered with fear: "Mr. Stark, don't worry, I won't use your armor to do bad things."

He narrowed his eyes, and there was a terrible light in his gloomy expression: "After my Elijah woke up, he kept clamoring for me to help him find his lost toy."

Tony raised his head suddenly, his shocked expression was full of disbelief——

Elijah woke up?

How can it be?

He clearly remembered that Brandon's baby brother had his neck broken a month ago, so logically speaking... he should be buried!

However, looking at Brandon's expression from a distance, there was a rare trace of tenderness: "So don't worry about your beliefs, I just want to find a kid who escaped from me."

As he spoke, the hand with the steel ring tapped the glass lightly, making a slight sound, which attracted Pep from the room to come over in a daze.

She tilted her head, opened her mouth, and walked twistingly in the room, looking for the source of the sound.

Tony swallowed the doubt in his heart.

If the dead Elijah "woke up", it must be Brandon doing something with the virus and mutant genes.

If Elijah can come back to life, then surely Pep can too.

Brandon put his hands behind his back, and put a smile on his arrogant look: "Let's make a deal, Mr. Stark."

"You are the real Iron Man, and no one else can understand your equipment like you do."

"So, I hope you can do me a little favor, and I will help you a little favor, how about it?"

He said, raised his chin, and pointed to Pep, who tilted his head and opened his mouth wide, with a distorted expression: "You don't want the woman you love to be like this forever, do you?"

Tony clenched his fingers, then let go.

He lowered his bloodshot eyes and asked softly, "What's the matter?"

Brandon smiled: "That's right."

"Help me find Elijah's favorite toy."

"Bring me the man who tortured Elijah unharmed."

As he said, he handed out a photo in his hand: "No. 84."

"If you can succeed, I will help you resurrect that woman."