The correct way to attack the villain

After a civilization develops to a certain height, it will decline and eventually perish, just like in the fairy tales, the twilight of the gods in the west, and the immeasurable calamity in the east.

"Peter." Stark said suddenly, "Do you mind helping me get a courier?"

Peter Parker, who was suddenly called upon, stood up subconsciously: "Okay sir."

Stark took out his phone and sent a location to Little Spider-Man's phone: "Go."

Peter didn't even ask what he was taking, said goodbye to Song Mo and Harry quickly, and turned out of the window again.

Then Stark called, presumably his assistant: "Happy, send the new armor I'm going to give to the pajama baby tomorrow to where I'm located, within 10 minutes—" he said, covering the phone Looking at the Supreme Master, "Can we discuss the result within 10 minutes?"

Strange: "Probably, there is not much content."

Stark snapped his fingers: "Delivery within 10 minutes, you are allowed to be 1 minute late, and use my newest cruiser."

The richest man in New York hung up the phone after finishing speaking, and then found that everyone in the living room was looking at him, he shrugged: "Shouldn't we continue the discussion?"

Strange commented objectively: "Excessive protection is not a good way of education."

Stark spread his hands: "Please, mage, he is just a high school student who is still underage. Do you expect him to fight those dangerous aliens with us? No, his life is still long."

Bruce glanced at Song Mo silently, the young man just looked down at the Coke can in his hand, without speaking.

As an outsider, even the Supreme Mage does not have the right to interfere in other people's education methods, so Strange stopped expressing any opinions, turned his gaze back and continued the topic just now.

"The Tiangong galaxy had a glorious history of civilization 5 years ago, and that period of history finally ended in their over-exploitation of the Honkai source. The Honkai source, which was so powerful that it was beyond their control, in turn destroyed the entire Tiangong galaxy, and then they It is raging in the universe, and the civilization of the previous generation of the earth also ended here. After the entire universe fell into chaos, the source of collapse will self-destruct, until a new civilization appears in the universe again in tens of thousands of years, and then the ancestors of Kama Taj collected All the information about the First Civilization in all the planes he could go to was finally compiled into a book."

After listening to it, Bruce concluded in a low voice: "So the Sky Eye Society's speculation about the second civilization is valid, and it is the civilization we are in now."

Stark, who was robbed of the words, raised his eyebrows: "If you are clear, the original research report on the second civilization was compiled by me and another professor from the Avengers, although his name is also Bruce."

Bruce: "As early as the fifteenth century, some people have put forward conjectures about the second civilization."

Iron Man: "The Wayne Group didn't pay so much attention to intellectual property rights when they preemptively registered compressed energy patents."

Bruce: "The day Stark's name is put on the oil field in the Gulf of Mexico, their contract with Wayne Enterprises has not yet expired."

Song Mo felt that he could probably guess what the specific grievances between the two richest men were.

But what does this have to do with him, a person with hundreds of thousands of negative assets?

Bruce looked at Strange and asked the question he was most concerned about: "So what is the second solution you mentioned?"

The supreme mage took back the classic and turned to the second page: "I don't know if you have heard it before, but this is indeed a new vocabulary for me."

He pressed his fingertips on a certain word on that page of the classic.

"The Lawyer."

Song Mo frowned and carefully recalled all the Destiny classics he had read, and shook his head.

"It's not surprising. After all, it's something from the last civilization, but I bet Otto must know what it is. I heard that he has the only library in the universe that stores the events of the universe for nearly 10 years. ,what do you say that is?"

Song Mo: "The void is full of possessions."

"Yes, if I have a chance, I really want to see it. Maybe it also records the solution to the core of the Honkai source, but so far he can't do it." The supreme mage snapped the tome, "Because the law All the information about the author has not been recorded in any civilization in the universe except for the Void and Ten Thousand Zangs, which I have never been in contact with. All the information is obtained from an incomplete revelation from the Eye of Agamotto."

The supreme mage narrated slowly: "Apocalypse says that when the instantaneous power of the Honkai eruption reaches more than 1000HW, there is a chance that a Herrscher will be born in the center of the explosion. I don't know what it is, it is probably like a variant of the earth. Humans, it just sounds much stronger than mutants, and most importantly, when human beings are transformed into Herrschers, their bodies will be reshaped, and the things in your mind will also be directly cleared."

Song Mo frowned: "Such a huge Honkai power cannot be achieved with the current technology of Destiny, unless—"

Strange: "Unless at the moment when the core of the Honkai source explodes."

Before Song Mo could speak, Bruce directly denied, "This is too risky."

Song Mo looked at his boss, who had a serious expression on his face: "He also said that there is only a chance to be born, but his brain can only be blown once."

Probably because they finally couldn't stand their "adults" looking forward and backward in chatting, Osborn straightened up: "So why should we wait for the destiny to attack the earth, instead of going to trouble them personally?"

Stark clapped his hands: "This may be the sentence I agree with the most in your life."

Strange said directly: "Because according to my prediction, no matter what the circumstances, our odds of winning against the Mandate of Heaven are terribly low."

"This is not a reason for us to sit and wait for death. Before I became Iron Man, I didn't think I would be able to beat those terrorists." Stark stood up from the sofa, and then looked at the richest man in Gotham sitting opposite him, " Out of concern for the safety of your employees, I think we should be on the same page on this point?"

Bruce nodded.Even if the richest man in the neighboring city was born at odds with him, he would not joke about Song Mo's life.

The matter seemed to be finalized in an instant, and the people present silently confirmed a unified course of action.

But the fundamental problem remains unresolved.

What was in Song Mo's mind was like a time bomb that could be detonated at any time.

"If you don't object to their plan, then for the sake of your life, I should stop the expansion of the core of the source of collapse in your mind now, but I still don't think you have much chance of winning." The supreme mage also stood up, Walking towards Song Mo, "Perhaps as I said, there may be a solution in Void Myriad Zang, but that's just a possibility. And assuming we still haven't found a better solution after 30 years—"

Song Mo interrupted with a smile: "Then I can live another 30 years, which is already great news for me, mage."

Strange didn't say anything else, he took out something similar to a business card and handed it to Song Mo: "This is my contact information, you can contact me anytime in case of any emergencies."

The mage retracted his sofa, stretched out his hand and drew a circle of fire in front of him: "It is not easy to stop the core of the source of the collapse, I need to go back and check the relevant information, if there is any. I will come back in two days Looking for you."

After the Supreme Master finished speaking, he walked into the fire circle and completely disappeared into the living room.

Osborn stood up from his seat with a cane, and he took out from his pocket an oval metal object the size of a quail egg that was strung on a necklace, and put it in Song Mo's palm when he subconsciously reached out: "This is the abyss chaebol The latest compressed energy produced by the Osborne Group has a magnification of about 120 times the original, you can install it on your big guy for a try."

Song Mo put the necklace in his pocket: "I will deliver the spaceship components you want in the future."

Osborn responded casually, and when he was about to turn around to leave, the little Spider-Man with a large cardboard box finally returned to the apartment. He climbed in from the window and saw Osborn who had already walked to the door, subconsciously shouted A voice: "Harry—"

Osborne didn't look back, and waved his back to Peter: "Go to my new home as a guest when you have time."

Neither of the two superheroes in the room moved, letting Osborn disappear around the corner outside the door after finishing his speech.

No one was thinking of taking him back to prison at this point, and in a way, they seemed to have become allies in the short 10 minutes just now.

The enemy of the enemy is a friend. Facing an alien enemy whose goal is to destroy the earth, even if Stark is unwilling to admit it, they do need to cooperate.

There were four people left in the living room, Bruce and Song Mo were still sitting on the sofa, and Little Spiderman was standing by the window, still immersed in the joy of reconciling with his friends.

Stark adjusted his suit: "Now we need to determine the most important issue."

The two people on the sofa looked at him.

"I think it is the key point of this incident before we are ready to attack the destiny." Iron Man pointed at Song Mo with the finger holding the phone, "You should stay in the Avengers Alliance for at least half a month. "

Little Mr. Spider-Man, who didn't know what happened, was the first to raise his hand after hearing this sentence: "I agree!"

Stark: "You shut up."

He looked at Song Mo again: "It's much safer there than Gotham, and the most important thing is that there won't be only one superhero like a bare commander like Gotham—of course, I would rather call him an outlaw than this." But in any case, after something really happens, he can't take care of so much, and we are different, even if you are temporarily caught by something, there are many people in the alliance, at least one will stay by your side. Don't say that you can protect yourself, no one wants you to make fun of your life and the whole earth."

What Song Mo was about to say was blocked by the other party, and he could only subconsciously look at Bruce.

Stark said in an exaggerated tone: "Look at what he does, is he not only your boss but also your guardian? Or is it really like what the media said, you are—" The man with the mustache looked at Song Mo and Bruce They scanned back and forth, "Lover?"

Song Mo: "...No. Are you so concerned about entertainment news?"

Tony Stark raised his chin: "I have always been involved in a wide range of knowledge."

So is it such a thing to brag about?

Song Mo stopped talking, and looked at Bruce again.

The man frowned, probably hesitating, or thinking deeply. After a few seconds, he looked at Song Mo and said seriously, "Perhaps it is indeed much safer for you than Gotham."

Song Mo lowered his eyes.

"Then I will trouble you, Mr. Stark."

Bruce didn't return to Wayne Manor until eight o'clock in the evening. The first thing he did after he drove the car into the garage was to go to the Batcave. It didn't light up.

The man told Alfred the result of their discussion, and the old butler showed disapproval after hearing it: "This is imprisonment in disguise, young master."

Bruce looked at the information on the electronic screen in front of him: "That's only half a month away, it's better than letting him stay in Gotham and be in danger, you know Alfred very well, I really can't provide him Better protection."

Alfred had to admit.

This is a fact that has already happened.

He also couldn't really say something like asking them to think more about Song Mo's thoughts, although he did think so, because in the face of the survival of the earth, even human life is not worth mentioning, let alone personal freedom.

The old butler could only comfort himself: "Actually, looking at the bright side, this is not all a bad thing, at least it is a new place for Song Mo."

Bruce didn't reply, he tapped on the semi-circular keyboard that almost covered the entire table in front of him, and suddenly said after a while: "He has become a lot more cheerful recently."

The old butler had just put the dinner on the table next to Bruce, when he heard the movement of lifting the cover of the dinner plate: "Is there any?" He carefully recalled the details of his contact with Song Mo in the past few days, and then he was not so sure Authentic, "A little bit?"

Bruce: "One day he'll leave his identity as a clown and live a normal life."

Alfred disagreed and said: "As long as there is a chance for Gotham citizens to forget the clown, he will never be able to escape the identity of the clown, master."

Bruce frowned.

The old butler arranged the food on the dinner plate, and then went to check the Batman suits on the outermost row of the exhibition cabinet as usual, and asked casually when he saw the one that was missing the gold belt: "Last time Where do you put the belt that Song Mo returned, do I need to put it back for you?"

Bruce: "No, I made a new one."

The old butler glanced at the man sitting on the chair, and said nothing more. After maintaining all the equipment that might be used tonight, he turned and left the Batcave, intending to tidy up Bruce's room.

Just as the old butler left the Batcave, Bruce's cell phone on the workbench rang.

Song Mo's name was written on the caller ID.

The man pressed the connect button, and Song Mo's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello, boss."

Bruce: "Yeah."

Song Mo: "You have to grant me half a month's leave this time."

Bruce looked at the electronic screens in front of him that included all the real-time monitoring information in Gotham. In the upper left corner of the messy information, there was still the Jiugongge monitoring screen that he created alone to ensure Song Mo's personal safety. Among them, only The surveillance camera in the middle was facing the door of Song Mo's rental house, and in order not to infringe on the privacy of the young man, Bruce adjusted the surveillance distance far away.

So he could only see a figure the size of a grain of rice in a white shirt in the corridor, lying on the corridor guardrail, talking on the phone with his boss.

Bruce: "I'll let Gifney know."

The young man responded and did not continue talking. The two fell silent through the mobile phone until half a minute later.

Song Mo suddenly said, "Boss, I still have a question that I really want to clarify." After speaking, he immediately explained, "I have no other intention, just asking casually."

Bruce looked at the monitor: "You say."

Song Mo organized his words, and asked the question that had always been in his imagination: "Uuh... If I were a woman, would you still reject me?"

Bruce's expression became complicated: "What are you thinking about all day long?"

Song Mo: "I'll just ask, it's impossible for me to really change my gender."

Bruce pressed his eyebrows: "...Yes."

The young man clicked his tongue: "Okay, as expected."

No one knew what was going on in his mind, after about half a second the young man asked again: "Because I'm ugly?"

Bruce: "Not ugly."

Song Mo: "Is that good looking?"

Bruce thought of the "girl" he met in Lex's underground industry a few months ago, who could pick up the breast stickers that fell on the ground in front of him and correct the shape of her breasts as if nothing had happened, and said truthfully: "It's very beautiful."

In the surveillance screen, a figure the size of a grain of rice raised his hand and touched his chest: "So you don't like Taiping?" The young man concluded, "You like big breasts and big butts."

Bruce: "...I'm not that superficial."

He heard the sound of Song Mo kicking the railing: "Then why?"

Then, before he could reply, he asked himself and answered, "Well, of course I know, you're not a gay."

Bruce looked at the monitor: "You shouldn't waste time on middle-aged people like me."

Youth: "Do you dare to repeat this sentence in front of Mr. Alfred?"

Bruce: "Don't dare."

The young man on the other end of the phone laughed out loud, and after the laughter gradually calmed down, he said, "I have to pack my luggage, good night boss."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

A beeping busy tone came from the receiver, and the man took back his phone.

Continue to bow his head to deal with his affairs.

The master bedroom in Wayne Manor, it’s just that the room that hasn’t been cleaned for two days is actually not dirty, but as a conscientious housekeeper, he still wiped every floor tile in the master bedroom with a mop. The butler moved out the large and small boxes inside as before.

Then when I moved to a dilapidated red cardboard box, I was taken aback after seeing the contents inside.

This red cardboard box was a birthday gift given to Bruce by Master Thomas a long time ago. Since that incident, Bruce has put away everything related to his parents, including this gift box.

He put his childhood toys and gifts from Thomas and his wife into these boxes. He seldom looked at these things, but just put them in the corner or under the bed, covered with a thick layer of dust, some even It was moldy and damp, but Alfred didn't touch those things, let alone clean them up, because he knew that these were Bruce's treasures.

He remembered that this red gift box originally contained sixteen of Bruce's favorite Thomas locomotives, but now.

Inside were a golden belt, a black computer, and a pillow pressed into a flat square by a compression bag.

Alfred looked at the contents of the gift box, and slowly frowned.