[Comprehensive British and American] Distress signal receiver

Tony couldn't believe it, watching the figure of the baby in the red pajamas disappear in a panic, as if if he stayed a few seconds longer, he would tie him in place.

Tony shouted angrily behind Peter: "It's nice to see you too, Cole! It's no big deal, we're not friends anyway!"

Peter originally stood still on the next floor, listening to the movement above with a guilty conscience. When he heard the last sentence, he straightened his mask and went downstairs without stopping.

"Cole, have you ever helped Mr. Stark?" Although Peter always felt a little inconsistent with Tony's attitude, he felt that the relationship between Cole and Mr. Stark should not be like that between himself and Cole, so in the end In one sentence, rather than saying that there is a contradiction between the two, it is more like...

Do children get jealous when they see others playing with a toy they want but can't get?envy?

Peter shook his head, what the hell was he thinking.

Wesley: "..."==What are you thinking, boy!

A few more words of advice were indispensable when leaving Peter, but Wesley could feel that after New York experienced such ups and downs, it might be calm for a while.

For the past ten hours, it seemed that he was driving an express train that was about to derail at any time. When Wesley lifted the blanket and sat up from the sofa of the FBI, his eyes were already blank——feeling that his body was hollowed out.

The rhythm of the FBI executive department has slowed down significantly, and the outside of the meeting room is much quieter than before.

The perpetrator of the bombing is being interrogated. In addition, the car belonging to the perpetrator intercepted by Superman that failed to leave the Williamsburg Bridge can also provide clues to some military anti-tracking devices to find other vehicles used by the perpetrator.

The rest of Wesley didn't need to intervene. There was no one in the conference room at this time. Not long after he "woke up", a tall and thin figure with soft curly hair pushed the door and walked in.

Seeing Wesley sitting on the sofa safe and sound, Spencer finally showed a relaxed smile.

It's just that this smile was very short. Wesley just caught a part of it when the other party sat down, as if he had something to say.

"Should this be the busiest time?" Wesley asked.

Spencer nodded, twisting his long, intertwined fingers.

"What happened again?" Wesley couldn't help asking.

"Oh, no!" Spencer shook his head, and then he seemed to end his hesitation, took the messenger bag on the side, opened one layer, and took out a small old-looking small bag from the inner zipper pocket. device.

"...Wesley, Wesley? God, are you all right?"

When Spencer jumped up from the sofa and stared at him face to face, Wesley realized that when he hadn't noticed just now, he had instinctively held his breath, and his mind went blank for a moment.

"..." I always feel that I have heard about God more times recently than in my previous life combined.

Wesley relaxed, except for a little numbness in his fingertips, there was no other abnormality, and the blood was active again in his body.

Spencer's expression changed completely. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything, so that Wesley had to speak first: "It's okay Spencer, I was just a little surprised."

"...I'm sorry." Spencer said guiltily.

Perhaps it was Wesley who was always calm and trustworthy in front of him, which made him not expect that Wesley's past might have had a greater impact on him than he imagined.

"It's okay." Wesley looked at the remote control like a car key that Spencer put aside, and responded.

"you sure?"

Wesley nodded and picked it up by himself.

The remote control device of the mutant controller still has some weight in his hand, and this is the first time Wesley has held it in his hand for a long time.

He immediately understood Spencer's intentions.

"Will asked you to give it to me?"

Spencer nodded: "Will seems to have lost part of his memory after waking up, you know, Will is... very bad at communicating with others, when he finished work and came to the hospital to find you, you had already left. I left him your number, did he call?"

Wesley shook his head, but he also expected this result, after all, after leaving Baltimore, he never thought of contacting Will himself.

"This thing has been in the evidence room, and Will thinks it should be returned to you—I've had it for a while, but I've been on a business trip."

"...you can mail it to me next time."

After Wesley observed it carefully, he quickly lost interest, and even felt that the surface was too smooth, which reminded him of William Brown's sweaty hands.

Until Spencer's clean fingers covered it, Wesley heard him say: "Don't be afraid, Wesley, no one can hurt you now."

Wesley couldn't laugh or cry, and once again realized the misunderstanding brought about by his age. Although he took advantage of it, he always felt that he had lost something...

Manners?

On the other hand, Spencer's sincere expression made him answer in a strange way: "I know."

"What's more, you are the most special mutant I have ever seen." Spencer turned and said, "You are helping more ordinary people, just like..." He stopped talking suddenly, as if he didn't want to give Wesley more It's too burdensome, and I don't want to instill a sense of mission in this young man.

Wesley knew what he wanted to say, but in the eyes of front-line police officers like the FBI, helping others is the norm for most people, not just those who can fly, fight, and have strength. of.

Like a superhero?

Wesley couldn't help but feel a little guilty. Too many names flashed through his mind. Some people's faces clearly appeared in front of him, such as Steve, Clark, Tony, and Peter. Those who have also "deeply" understood, such as Charles, compared with them, his own mentality is truly an ordinary person.

Wesley didn't know what to do with the remote control for the time being. After thanking Spencer, he finally left the meeting room, but he didn't expect to see a particularly tall figure standing in the corridor outside the door just as he opened the door.

Seeing Wesley come out, Clark lifted the computer bag, with the suit jacket still hanging on his arm, and pushed his glasses.

"He has been waiting for you." Spencer said, "You are all tired, go home early and rest."

"What about you?" Wesley turned around.

"I still want to help jj." Spencer said, "This case is not over yet."

Wesley and Clark walked towards the elevator in silence, with FBI agents coming and going around them, and occasionally someone would look curiously at them. It seemed that the turmoil had really passed.

Clark passed a civil servant carrying three cardboard boxes, and pressed the elevator button.

When there was no one around, Wesley said, "Thank you, Clark."

Wesley spread out a big dry and powerful hand in front of his eyes.

Wesley raised his head inexplicably. Through the lens, he could see Clark's gentle and calm eyes, and there seemed to be a safe smile on his face.

The other party nodded towards Wesley's pocket.

Wesley took out the remote control and put it in Clark's palm.

In the next second, the metal shell of the remote control was crumpled up like a soft paper product, and a second later, the debris leaked from Clark's fingertips, and all fell into the trash can when he let go.

The speed was so fast, Wesley swore that the remote control couldn't even emit a spark, let alone complicated electronic signals.

Wesley couldn't help stroking his chest, the cold piece of iron was still there—Boss, please tell me before you do anything, life is at stake...

Clark smiled suddenly, his neat and white teeth showed a strong sense of presence under the bulky black-rimmed glasses.

"You're welcome." He replied.

The next day Clark emailed the teacher and asked for a day off for Wesley.

Mostly because these two days have been extremely exciting, he really needs to rest, and there is another reason, he hasn't figured out what to say to Peter, if he talks about "Gotham's past", it is inevitable to make up a big story.

So after Peter and Tony have an appointment for a barbecue, they may forget about the FBI when they get excited.

At night, before it was time to do the task, Wesley had just followed Arthur back from a "swim" in the sea secretly, and he recovered completely, when he heard a short reminder, it was a text message.

Wesley raised his eyebrows involuntarily. He had indeed not heard from Stephen for a while. It seemed that the other party was very devoted to his practice in Karma Taj. It might not be long before the Supreme Mage would be released.

Opening the text message, Wesley did not expect that there was a photo this time.

content--

"Hey Cole, look what I found!

Attachment: Photo.wbmp"

Wesley took the phone, opened the photo, and fell into a bewildered silence.

Seriously, if Stephen sent a mage selfie, or some small picture with color, he wouldn't have such complicated emotions.

I saw a string of simple necklaces in the photo, with a green gemstone hanging from the bottom, which looked like an eye as a whole, radiating at first glance.

Wesley was staring at someone else's thick golden fingers in a daze when the second message came out.

"Really, you won't believe it."

The third item followed.

"Why can't I post a video?

Attachment: Photo.wbmp"

"why?!

Attachment: Photo.wbmp"

"All right……"

And the sixth article that I am not willing to write -

"photo.wbmp"

Finally, Stephen gave up and stopped frantically swiping Wesley's brain with photos of apples or apples with two bites.

"Did you know there was such a thing in the world, Cole?"

Wesley, who was under the blanket, closed his eyes, feeling the fear of being dominated by short messages for a long time.

Alright, I already know how excited you are, it's just the Time Gem, to tell you the truth, there are several similar ones out there.

……

Karma Taj --

Stephen Strange put down the upgraded mobile phone he bought with his labor, and operated the time gem again. The apple on the table that was originally used for eating was still shuttling between the past and the future.

Stephen saw more and more mysterious things from its changes. Gradually, the gemstone on his chest seemed to become a little heavy. He could faintly feel that this wonderful necklace was leading him through a mysterious journey. , and even change his heart.

He was so absorbed that he didn't pay attention to the changes around him, until the back of his neck started to tingle faintly, giving off a strong warning sign, and Stephen stopped instinctively.

He couldn't help raising his head. In the silence inside the library, he looked at the air in front of him, and at the same time felt another pair of huge eyes watching him from the darkness behind him.

The phone vibrated.

Stephen lowered his gaze slowly, only to see the content of the new text message displayed on the phone screen.

There is only one sentence on it.

"do not move."