[Zhongyingmei] Love wife crazy demon

Heraclitus once said: You cannot step into the same river twice.

Moriarty has long been aware of the limitations of the "Reality Gem". It is not omnipotent as it is described, but can only approximately fulfill wishes under certain rules.It can delete Moriarty's memory again and again, but it can't really reset that period of time.Powerful computing power is the core that supports all of this, and it can even allow Tony in the illusion to maintain an intelligence level comparable to that in the real world, but it cannot make up for loopholes in orders out of thin air.It is precisely because the instructions of that consciousness are not detailed enough that Moriarty has the possibility of getting out of trouble now.

The scope narrowed step by step, and Moriarty and Tony identified several options with the highest probability.Standing on the 21st step, at the moment Tony was awakened by Jarvis, Moriarty raised his gun and killed the lover in front of him for the third time.

Moriarty had no memory of previous experiments.And this time, the bullet seemed to pass through his brain at the same time, and the intense and strange burning pain swept across his entire thinking like lightning.After the momentary condensation, there was a large explosion, and the scattered characters boomed and scattered, and dark red light spots appeared in the dark field of vision, and the line of sight flew over nebulae, planets, star clusters, and galaxies, and was thrown high in zero gravity. And suddenly fell rapidly in the gravitational force.The pain has returned to the body, from the skin to the blood vessels to the muscles to the bone marrow, it seems that it is not only dependent on the nerves, every cell is squeezing and moaning...

Moriarty managed to open his eyes.He saw a familiar attic with low beds, moldy curtains, dry and cracked floors, and Bee Gees albums scattered on the ground...but there were no densely packed drawers on the walls, and a string of fumigation was missing from the beams. Eerie wind chimes made from dried ears, fingers and noses.It was closer to the real life he remembered as a child, and the air was repulsively stuffy.

There were footsteps getting closer and closer outside the door, and soon the door was kicked open roughly.Moriarty turned his head, and Mrs. Moriarty, who was still beautiful, wearing a washed-out Prada and shoddy hairspray, appeared in front of his eyes.She didn't look very well, with pale, livid skin, dilated pupils, and stiff muscles in her face.The beautiful lips are opening and closing, and the soft voice is elegant even in anger, speaking in a nondescript Oxford accent: "Jamie, dear, what did you put on my eyebrow razor?"

Moriarty raised his hand.In the hands of adults, the muscles formed by long-term typing on the keyboard are well-defined.When he lowered his head, he also noticed Mrs. Moriarty's pair of shoes, red leather, slender and beautiful high heels, and a small piece missing on the inside of the toe... It was scratched by a shovel when she was buried of.He heard a crisp voice that belonged to children happily answering her behind him: "Botox, Mom."

A pair of black leather shoes, well-pressed overalls and a shirt, tied with a blue bow, with an innocent face like an angel, with black hair neatly combed back, dressed as if she was about to go to a choir.The child stood in front of Moriarty, facing Mrs. Moriarty's dead face, with a brisk Irish accent as if singing: "Aren't you happy, Mom? I remember you told Uncle George that the birthday I wanted it most as a gift at the time. I gave it to you in advance, but it would be too wasteful to put it on an eyebrow razor! You didn’t notice the needles on the inside of your arm, did you, Mom?”

"Speak well, James!" Mrs. Moriarty said sternly, "With the same vulgar accent as your grandmother, I shouldn't have agreed to let her take care of you..."

Suddenly, she seemed to have been greatly stimulated, bent down, took off her shoes and threw them at the child: "Shut up, shut up! Sinister, bane, devil, you shouldn't be alive. I should have strangled you six years ago!" kill you..."

"She's really annoying, isn't she?" The child ignored her, turned and looked up at Moriarty, "I can see that you look a lot like her. That's not something to be happy about." thing, luckily she died. Tell me, do you hate your face?"

Mrs. Moriarty was still swearing.She seemed to have lost the elegance she had tried so hard to maintain, her lower-class accent exposed, and her assault on young children with obscenities.Moriarty lowered his head and looked at his young self: "What's so annoying? Every part of this body belongs to Jim Moriarty completely."

The child was not surprised by the answer he heard, and smiled maliciously: "But it belongs to another person completely now-completely, completely. He gave himself a new name called From now on, Stewart, the era of Jim Moriarty is over forever, and the era of Stewart Summerfield begins anew."

Following his words, the pain seemed to suddenly become clear again, and the blood vessels seemed to be flowing with sulfuric acid.But this seems to be an illusion, and the pain has dropped back to a tolerable level.

Moriarty looked at him thoughtfully: "But I am the one who wins in the end...at least I have come here."

"Maybe this is just self-reflection before death." The child retorted, "Seeing that I can't prove anything..."

"Oh...but you did tell me something." Moriarty calmly said, "If this is just self-reflection, how did you know that person's name is Stuart Summerfield?"

The child was dumb, and pursed his lips: "But I am also you. Don't expect me to remind you of anything!"

"—Answer a question." Moriarty has confirmed his identity, squatted down, and pinched his cheek viciously, "Since I haven't returned to my body, the pain I feel And where did it come from?"

The screen seemed to freeze for a moment.With children at the center, the world is broken into pieces.Endless darkness and dark red starlight filled the field of vision again, and the child revealed an adult-like expression, and slowly raised his eyebrows.

"You've seen it," he said, "but can you understand what happened?"

-

Tony didn't believe all of what Andre said, but he had a keen sense that the main parts should be true.Today is January 1th, perhaps to give him enough preparation time, Thomas reasonably set the time on the 17th.Tony found a safe place to put Sherlock and Irene down, changed his face, took a plane with a false identity and arrived in another city.After a night's rest, he casually found a small shop near the airport to have breakfast.Not long after he sat down, someone sat across from him with a tray.Tony glanced up inadvertently, and was surprised to see Sherlock Holmes.

"Good morning, Mr. Stoke." Sherlock showed a bright smile and said politely, "You don't mind if I sit here and eat with you?"

Tony withdrew his surprised expression: "... Stark, thank you. There won't be too many people who know this, right?"

"what?"

"Deductive method, or something." Tony shrugged and continued to eat his own breakfast. "If there are more than ten, my life will be in danger."

"Oh, don't worry about it for now. As far as I know, Mycroft will not come to track you down personally, and Moriarty has disappeared." Sherlock said, "I want to know, you Do you have any news about him now?"

Tony raised his head and stared at Sherlock with an eagle-eyed face: "—Saving the beauty is a good start, Mr. Formas, at your age, you should pay more attention to your girlfriend, and play around with it every day. Crossword puzzles, boxing... I like boxing, a good way to blow off excess energy. I don't recommend drugs for the sake of mental protection. By the way, morphine or cocaine?"

"...Holmes, thank you. I've quit." Sherlock stared at Tony. "I'm here because I have something to do with Moriarty that I haven't settled yet... Do you mind if one more person contributes to this matter? ?"

"At this time of showing man's ability?" Tony raised his eyebrows, "I'm sorry, I don't mind. I can solve this matter by myself. All you have to do now is finish your breakfast, walk out of the store, and go back to Go where you should be."

"I feel like I should be here right now..."

Tony slapped his phone on the table: "Jarvis, how long will it take to buy this store?"

Sherlock: "..."

"If you just want to satisfy your curiosity, you don't need to get involved in this matter." Tony sighed, and his attitude suddenly softened, "Sherlock, you are a very good person, with a smart mind and a kind character... ...I know you still value your friends very much, and you are very helpful...You are still eager to catch up here, can I ask you to do something?"

"..." Sherlock raised his fingers. "That sounds like a complete description of another person, but I don't mind helping."

Tony didn't care what he was trying to please himself, and immediately pulled out a long necklace from his collar.The necklace had appeared on Moriarty before, but Sherlock hadn't seen the full picture.At the end of the long chain is a huge and clear sapphire, the polishing method is quite simple, exuding an elegant atmosphere.A silver-white ring is strung on top of the gemstone, the lines are rigid, and no material can be seen.

Tony took out a napkin to wrap it, and handed it to Sherlock: "Wakanda vibrating gold ring, made of extraterrestrial... There is no radiation, you can keep it safe. Listen, Sherlock... I'm going to the A dead end, probably never getting the chance to give it to Jim. You know Jim and what he might choose to do after I'm gone... Maybe whatever he does, if he's alive then Someone will be able to stop it."

He paused, and his voice was a little soft: "Maybe I shouldn't leave it in this world... huh. If he doesn't appear again, maybe you can give it to the queen, as if Jim took St. Edward Sapphire compensation."

Without waiting for Sherlock's reply, he got up, picked up the box, and walked out of the small shop.

-

The sweet smell of opium spread in the dimly lit room.

For almost half a year, Thomas has gotten quite used to this taste.It can be pleasurable, make him forget some bad memories for a while...and of course, addictive.But he didn't have much life left, and the impact of addiction wasn't too great.Hanks would provide him with a steady stream of drugs, but this was his favorite.It's kind of a sign of his partnership with Andre, and it doesn't feel so friendly at first, but it gets better...and slowly turns into a good experience.

It is now January 2011, 1 at 19:04 AM.Thomas did not fall asleep, still sitting in an ottoman.He just had an operation some time ago, and it was considered successful, but then the doctor discovered a malignant tumor in his body...Thomas felt that his life span might end in a few days, but unfortunately, it might not be until after his death No forgiveness from Moriarty...

There are only two things to be happy about: Tony Stark will die.Moriarty will live forever.He wanted to get his hands on both, knowing that Andre might not be too happy with either outcome.

The door was pushed open suddenly, and a figure walked in.Thomas looked up and saw Andre's face.

He really looked so different from how he used to get along.His slightly stooped back was straight, and his gloomy expression was tinged with arrogance, showing the demeanor of the ruler of the Morozov family.Who would have guessed that he had been Moriarty's executioner for more than 20 years? …Thomas didn't feel that he really knew Andre until half a year ago. He didn't know if Moriarty had seen through this. Andre had really deceived many people.

——At least, did Moriarty know that the people he once regarded as friends, Christopher, Greenton, Norton, Frank and Elsie, all died of Andre's indirect manipulation?

Andre's patience was too good to be true, but after so many years of patience, it seems that even today it has completely worn off.He raised his eyes as a greeting to the other party.Andre sat down on another chair and asked, "Aren't you going to see your beautiful doll?"

"There is no need for that." Thomas looked calm. "I can die after today anyway. I don't need to seek comfort from him, and of course I don't need to be constantly disgusted by him."

Andre's expression was a bit meaningful: "Oh... But are you willing to die like this?"

"It's just fulfilling the deal." Thomas lowered his eyes, "Isn't that why you tried to win me over?"

"As the founder of the Black Disciples, you seem to have forgotten why it was created in the first place." Andre laughed, his voice still hoarse, "We are just getting what we need... each other gets what we want most need."

Thomas was silent for a moment, staring at the green smoke rising from the incense burner: "...We have known each other since the beginning, Andre, we have known each other for more than 20 years, you are even the original member of the Black Disciples... I know Your belief in Jim is not fake, he even replaced God in your heart, so I don't understand why you decided to do this...why would you even want to kill him?"

"Among all people, only you and I have the same goal, and the others just pretend to believe this out of self-interest." Andre said hoarsely, "We all believe that Jim is a holy man walking on the ground. , are also waiting for his death, but you are willing to die before him, and I want him to return to his proper position as soon as possible."

"why?"

"I have a son." Andrei sighed, "my little Ivan. He is already five years old, and I am 47 years old. I will not live for 30 years, and at that time he will be in his prime, handing over to me. The power is just right. But James is only 33 years old. He is in good health. He obviously has a longer life than you and me. When Ivan grows up, he may have 20 years to live... I can be an executioner, as long as I can repay James, but I don't want Ivan doing the same."

"If I remember correctly, your hands were stained with the blood of your eldest son ten years ago." Thomas sneered, "Is this your reason?"

Andre didn't answer directly: "Thomas, you are also a man, you know the ambitions that men all have. When I look at Ivan, I can't help but think of one sentence."

"What is it?"

"'Let the gods be to the gods, and the king's to the king'." Andre said, standing up slowly, "If he is destined to be holy, let him be returned to the altar as soon as possible...and he never cared Power, I took over for him."

He leaves the room.

Thomas stared after him, seemingly lost in thought.The curling blue smoke burned out, and a faint light appeared in the sky.

"The time of death is approaching." He whispered to himself, his voice was imperceptible.

-

"Tony told me about his experience." Moriarty said, "He saw several selves, youth, teenager, childhood... but I only saw you. This shows that my heart is relatively boring ?"

"It means that you have not changed in the past few decades, and you have always been the same." The child said, "I have reason to believe that even in 20 years, you will still be the proud and conceited little liar when you were six years old. Mr. Oliver is sad. He thought I can adopt you."

"I almost forgot." Moriarty mused. "Is this a good memory?"

"If he's not trying to molest you."

"—Aren't you a little too narcissistic, Jamie?" Moriarty sarcastically said, "You look like a pedophile to anyone?"

"If it weren't for this face, it would be impossible for my mother to marry a father who graduated from a famous university and came from an aristocratic background." The child said, showing a look of disgust, "If you don't have wrinkles, you should look better than her."

"Wrinkles are the charm of time."

"So if Tony was 40 again, with a wrinkled smile, you love him too?"

"Who doesn't grow old?" Moriarty shrugged. "Maybe in another 50 years, one day I lose my sexual ability..."

The child immediately covered his ears and shouted, "Shut up! This is too scary!"

"—I'm afraid of this?" Moriarty raised his eyebrows slightly, "It turns out that I'm so unconfident that I'm afraid that I'll lose the charm of attracting my lover..."

"—you're only afraid of losing him, Jim." The child put down his hand, and the deep eyes no longer contained innocence, "Your only fear before was that life would lose its fun, but now it's replaced by Tony... fun is just fun, and He is different."

He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the circular device with blue light on his left heart: "—he is the heart."

Moriarty stretched out his fingers to touch the icy metal in a mysterious way: "...What am I missing?"

"You don't lack anything, you just lack him." The child smiled, "So, are you ready to enter a new world?"

-

After the first escape, Moran was put under surveillance again.He changed to a new room, a real cell... The decoration is very modern, with all the supplies, but the guards are tight. There are at least [-] people from the entire corridor to the ground, and they have to go through two layers of identity checks.However, he breathed a sigh of relief temporarily and had a good night's sleep, because he learned that there was no fighting today.In fact, he and Tony once thought about sneaking in at night and saving Moriarty's... body, at least technically speaking, there was nothing wrong with this idea.But after analyzing the situation in detail, they all agreed that it is best to stand still, show the enemy weakness, let the opponent actively expose their cards, and then they will deal with it in detail.

It's not that he has the idea of ​​killing them all, it's just that Moran knows his former friends too well and knows what crazy deeds they have done.Among other things, Andre's position is not clear. He is from a Russian mafia family, and it is easy to get a few nuclear warheads. Who knows if that madman Thomas will use nuclear bombs to kill them all? ...It's better to be on the safe side.

Tony can draw the main attention, and he can sneak people out while they're fighting.After much deliberation, Moran still made the decision to act.He still had the black technology mask Tony gave him on his face, so it shouldn't be difficult to change his face and get out.It's just a matter of picking the right time to do it...

Instead of waiting for an opportunity, it is better to take the initiative.Moran put on a bad temper, from scolding before going to bed to going to bed, and when he woke up, he started to criticize energetically again.Although he was locked up, he was a guest whom Thomas personally ordered to be treated politely, and the several corpses upstairs also proved his military value, so the guards in several classes behaved in humiliation. Basically all of his requests were met.But this is not a problem for Moran, after all, his IQ is much higher than this group of muscular men.According to his observations, the guards took turns in shifts of 20 people in five shifts, and those who were directly responsible for guarding him changed every two hours.After analyzing the psychology of behavior and language, Moran selected a young man with a body shape and hairstyle similar to his own and a relatively silent personality, and started his plan to escape from prison.

He deliberately blocked the toilet with paper towels and yelled for someone to come and unclog it when they were about to change shifts.The young man selected by Moran was pushed over in a bully manner, and began to practice clumsily flushing the toilet.In order not to wet his clothes, he had to take off his coat.Moran yelled that it was too hot, spread a sheet behind him and lay down on the ground, closing his eyes and pretending to sleep.

After about 10 minutes, the toilet was still not flushed, and the others had already changed shifts.While the people watching at the door turned and went out to change shifts, Moran boldly took advantage of the blind spot, knocked the young man unconscious and threw him on the ground, and replaced him with his own face with a mask.The shift changers only saw that "Mo Lan" was still lying on the ground, but they didn't know that he was actually turning his back to them and pretending to be flushing the toilet seriously.The doors were all open, and they kept staring at the monitor and "Molan", not noticing that a few minutes later, the person next to the toilet turned his back to them and walked into a blind spot of vision, grandly changed their pants, and put on their coats again , and took the opportunity to change his pants, turned the person on the ground over, face inward, cursed indistinctly in his own voice, pretended to cover someone with a quilt, and picked up the mask to change his face.

After completing a series of actions, Moran closed the cell door and walked out calmly.He didn't arouse any suspicion, and the identity card was successfully obtained. The only flaw was probably that the young man who was knocked out would wake up at some point...

Calmly speeding up his pace, Moran successfully passed several sentry posts and verifications, lowered his head and changed his face again, and went up to the third floor for the second time.

-

Stuart was in extreme pain.

Pain, pain, he never knew it would hurt like this after becoming a human.It was like the "light punishment" described by his teacher when he was a dark elf. The pain came from the outside to the inside, as if something was rapidly collapsing and the cells were dying rapidly.Looking in the mirror, he seemed to be able to see the black smoke mixed with red light wrapped around his body, but when he raised his hand, he saw that the skin was still fair and elastic, without any signs of withering or cracking.Only in the first few hours after receiving the medicine, he was happy and unafraid, and then the severe pain would become more and more severe... Under the skin, it was like a rampaging monster waiting to come out of its shell. He was full of fear and didn't know what to do. What to do.

In the past few days, he began to recall his failed past more and more deeply, and even dreamed of another self in his dreams.He dreamed that the dark elf, who had become very strange, was fighting on the battlefield, and dreamed that with the ether particles drifting into the universe, he greedily absorbed the lives of others again and again as the price of immortality, until one day the ether particles were exiled After entering the black hole, he woke up from the illusory power, and suddenly realized that he had missed the best chance of rebirth, but it was useless to hold the life force in vain.He dreamed that he finally met Tony Stark in the dark space after many years, and wanted to pay a small price to occupy this body, but was locked in his memory by the other party, and the ether particles condensed into entities , briefly severed contact with himself...

Whether waking or sleeping, he can always see his worst fears.The aether particle can only function if it relies on the host and absorbs the vitality, which is why he will agree to give it to Moriarty, because as long as he is still alive, Moriarty cannot come out of the memory fragment, so It is impossible to let it devour vitality; and without a body, Moriarty's effectiveness is limited to the space of consciousness, unable to affect the outside world... He can spend decades comfortably, and then Think about how to cheat your power back later.But now every time he sleeps, he will dream about how he has missed opportunities again and again, and when he is awake, he has to face the fear of his body dying again and again...

"It can't be split, it can't be split..." He muttered to himself, smelling the sweet mist desperately, "It's all an illusion..."

But the pain was almost unstoppable, and he really felt like his whole body was falling apart.Stuart saw himself reflected on the metal surface of the censer, and he was literally torn apart!He couldn't help screaming with his head in his hands, and staggered back to the pile of incense and stinking brocade.It's perfect, it's perfect, his whole body is intact, but why does it hurt so much...why does he feel a sense of swelling...

He didn't notice that someone walked in through the heavy curtains.

Moran was not surprised to find that familiar figure in the corner again.The moment he saw Stuart, he was filled with disgust, and at the same time raised his vigilance.The reason why he missed yesterday was because of the needle Stewart stabbed quietly in the back. He didn't know if there was any way for Stuart to notify Thomas, and he was going to keep the other person's face like this until he was knocked unconscious.

"Sir? Sir?" Moran squeezed his throat and called softly as he approached, "I was sent by Mr. Higgins... You don't look well?"

Stuart murmured with his head down, motionless.Moran tried to get closer to him, but as soon as he touched his skin, Stuart woke up suddenly, stepped back and started screaming: "Don't come!"

Hearing the familiar voice screaming, Moran felt unspeakably awkward.He grabbed Stuart's shoulder with a straight face: "Mr. Higgins asked me to take you away..."

"I'm going to split... I'm going to split!"

Stuart didn't hear his words at all, screamed in despair, and his body suddenly began to collapse strangely.Moran was horrified to find that a large black and red smoke was rising from his hands, and he subconsciously jumped away.In the tens of seconds that followed, he watched in awe as Stuart's body cracked and withered like a fruit. The skin collapsed, the muscles disappeared, and a layer of black skin tightly wrapped the skeleton. Ashes... Moran was numb from head to toe, and almost couldn't help running away.All the hairs seemed to stand on end for an instant, and my heart trembled.

He froze there, unable to move, almost crying.The horrifying consequence was that even the ability to move was lost. He had to force himself to comfort himself that maybe everything was just an illusion... The place was full of the smell of opium, and he heard Stuart talking to himself again, maybe this is really What about his own fantasies?

The lucky self-invigoration has not succeeded, and the dry bones covered with a layer of skin are motionless in the brocade. In the silence, there is suddenly the sound of light footsteps stepping on the carpet outside.Someone knocked on the door and cleared his throat: "Mr. Stewart? Mr. Higgins asked me to take you to the beach. Please change your clothes as soon as possible."

For a moment, Moran didn't know where his strength and courage came from. He jumped up suddenly, and ran into the bathroom with the pile of dead bones in his arms.Enduring the strong nausea, he stripped off the clothes on the withered bones and put them on by himself.Looking in the mirror, he conjured Moriarty's face.In addition to being taller and stronger, this face alone can still bluff people.

He realizes sadly that whatever is wrong with this body, Moriarty is [-]% dead... the only thing he can do now is to help Tony as much as possible, if Moriarty Zai Youling probably hoped that he would do the same.

After a moment of silence for his long-time friend and Boss, Moran calmed down his heavy heart and walked out of the bathroom with his head bowed.

-

Thomas and Tony did not agree on a specific time.He had been sitting on the beach since early morning, not in a hurry, but really waiting for Tony.When it was almost noon, he ordered his subordinates to bring Stuart here, gave him a pill, got up and went back to the house, and had a hearty lunch.At this moment, he heard the news that Moran escaped strangely, but he didn't care.After returning to the beach, he saw with satisfaction that "Stuart" was lying under the beach umbrella, as if he had entered a hallucination... Stark should have seen this scene before he realized that he had Moriarty How bad it was.According to the kind of "kindness" personality he showed, he must feel very painful about it, right?

Thomas thought about this with enjoyment, enjoying the gentle sea breeze.Suddenly there was a burst of sound, he raised his head, and saw a red object approaching rapidly in the sky, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the sky above the beach and began to land slowly.

The smooth shape, the golden-red paint color, and the glowing circular device on the chest are exactly the "steel clothes" Thomas knows.

He smiled and clapped his hands, and dozens of mercenaries and hundreds of blank-looking black children dispatched by Andre surrounded him from all directions.

Tony in the steel jacket looked calm, took two steps towards Thomas, and stopped under the moving guns: "You always wanted me to come here, and now I am here. Where is Jim?"

"——I heard that you have a very clever intelligent butler, Stark." Thomas said leisurely, "How can I be sure that it is you in the armor?"

Tony opened the mask, revealing his face: "Is that enough?"

Thomas fiddled with his slender fingers slowly: "I know you can have a way to change your face instantly, Stark, provide some better proof."

"Then you don't want to see me take off my steel jacket." Tony said coldly, "What more proof do you want?"

Thomas showed a thoughtful look: "Then you have to think about it... Is there anything Tony Stark can do, and only he can do it?"

As he spoke, he glanced around, and suddenly picked up the box on the table next to him, and his expression became happy: "Ah, there happens to be one here. Let's play a guessing game, Stark? I have three here Missiles, when I press the launch button.. 'biu'! They go off to London, New York, and this island. But only one of them is a nuclear bomb that actually explodes, and guess what, Which one of them will it be?"

"There's no need to guess." Tony searched for Moriarty, and pressed down his mask, "You want to die with me, the real nuclear bomb must be the one flying here."

"It's too easy." Thomas said regretfully, looking at Tony, "I know you can fly faster than the speed of sound, and now the problem comes, Stark... I pressed the launch button, and the nuclear bomb will be released in 10 minutes." It will explode, and where can you send it to minimize casualties?"

The innocent black and white eyes of the children were looking at Tony curiously.They couldn't understand English, but their eyes clearly expressed their interest in the steel clothes.Tony couldn't help clenching his fists, and his eyes were tainted with anger.

Thomas inserted the key, entered the code, and slowly opened the box.Moran, who was disguised as Stuart, had been watching him quietly, and immediately picked up his chair and smashed him: "Do it! Tony!!"

Caught off guard, Thomas was knocked straight by the chair, bent over and staggered a step.Jarvis had already scanned Moran's true identity, so Tony did it without hesitation.The arc pulse cannon fired from the palm, destroying the box immediately.At this time, Moran had already killed the person who was in the way, and stepped behind Thomas in three steps and two steps, his arms locked his throat.Thomas was under the control of others, but the besiegers started attacking without hesitation, and the bullets poured out from the muzzle of their guns, hitting Tony intensively.

Moran sensed something was wrong, and punched Thomas in the chest: "Tell them to cease fire!"

Thomas laughed loudly, and almost bent down: "Molan...Molan...I didn't expect you to appear like this...But, where do you think I got the nuclear bomb from?"

An ominous premonition suddenly emerged, and the figure of Andre appeared in Moran's mind.At the same time, Jarvis warned Tony: "The satellite has detected the approach of a missile, sir! A nuclear bomb is heading straight here!"

-

Tony had rejected the power of the Reality Stone, and Moriarty had rejected Stuart's temptation.But now he took the initiative to accept this power, because it has been closely integrated with his soul, even if he rejected it, the consequences of reality have already been forged, and no further changes can be made.

The moment he accepted it, Moriarty also received the essence of the gem