[Comprehensive] There is a problem in this world

The fighter planes pierced the sky like a flock of crows, chasing after the golden-red figure who was burning with flames and light.

"Stop, Tony, you can't go any further." In the communicator, Steve warned him, "If you keep chasing, you will enter the range of the blue wave."

"Yeah, I know, it's about to hit the tip of my nose," Tony replied nonchalantly.

He kept adjusting the trajectory, avoiding the dense artillery fire, and focused on the small shadow in the center of the field of vision, "Jarvis, use all the energy for the thrusters."

The expected answer did not ring.

After a pause, Tony remembered that they hadn't found Jarvis yet.

Ever since the chaos started, Fulian Building has lost contact with them.

They tentatively named the energy radiated by Iris Blue Tide. Of course, the official documents will give it a good name, but that will not be until after the battle is over.Iris has a good idea, but Tony obviously can't really call this transformation a "summoning", although he thinks a document full of words like "magic" and "spell" would be interesting.

"Tony, once your suit is transformed by Blue Tide..."

"Okay, I know, Captain."

The edge of the blue tide is close at hand, and the robots who are advancing one after another stand up amidst the sound of machinery. Tony keeps raising his flight altitude and rushes towards the figure in the sky, "I will fix it when something goes wrong, anyway , it’s not that I’m not Iron Man without it.”

"Believe me, I want to solve what's going on now more than you do, but I have reasons to see her first."

As expected, when a new wave of blue waves hit, the suit began to make a slight clicking sound just around the corner. Tony glanced at the data on the projection and ordered the suit to land on the roof.

Dazzling streamers glide across the metal surface, and Iron Man walks out of the opened suit. As soon as he steps out, the suit collapses for some reason and is broken into parts all over the place.

Tony was not surprised by this scene.He dug out a strange firearm from the wreckage, carried the gun to the edge of the roof, raised his leg and stepped on the railing.

"Well, it's quite stable. It seems that I don't have to worry about falling off when I step on the air." He muttered, setting up his gun.

This time his little princess was not on the sidelines laughing at his soliloquy, Tony picked up the gun and adjusted the sight, the focus of his eyes fell on the shadow galloping away in the distance, thinking that if he couldn't bring Iris back, Maria What expression will Ms. Stark make.

Focus, aim, pull the trigger.Like a long spear wrapped around a thin snake, the electric light and thunder pierced through a small hole in the cloud flow, and nailed hard to the center of Iris's back.

The mechanical wings convulsed suddenly, messy electric sparks danced at the seams, and the figure in the air instantly lost its balance, drawing a zigzag trajectory and falling to the ground.

When it almost hit the ground, Iris's faulty wings trembled, followed by a crisp "click", the alloy skeleton straightened again, and feathers burst out at the edges, as sharp as a knife.

She spread her wings and climbed up a steep angle at high speed.

As the hurricane shot up, Tony took a step back, slightly away from the edge of the roof.He raised his head and watched as Iris turned back and jumped up to the rooftop suddenly, with her wings folded, emitting blue flames, suspended in the air overlooking him.

She presents a perfect cross shape, and the backlit figure looks like an angel descending.

……

What is your creed?

During the interval between thoughts being converted into words, Zhong Zixing used one ten-thousandth of his free time to think.

She now has a decision to make, to choose whether to kowtow to the schemers behind her, throw her dignity in the dust to be trampled on - but it's not all.

Her "yes" meant more than that.

Zhong Zixing is not confused now.On the contrary, she felt that her thoughts were more organized than ever before, and the truth could be grasped like waves rushing in a long river, but now she was standing on the shore, hesitating whether to bend down to scoop it up.

What is her creed?

What would happen without her at this moment?

It is impossible for Iris to cause much trouble to the Avengers. Even if the casualties are heavy, she will eventually be destroyed.So what then?Like Sokovia, only this time in New York?Will there still be a civil war?It could happen, but it might not, after all, Tony is not any Iron Man she knows across dimensions, and the superhero act is unlikely to work in such a universe, she can't predict their future according to the script, Although she never thought she could prophesy.

In the face of fate, she is as ignorant as everyone else. She has no way of knowing whether the future is good or bad, and naturally she should not be afraid of the future.No one will ever be afraid because of ignorance. What can make people afraid is the silhouette looming in the dark, the small but known world.

In the end, it was just that she was afraid of seeing those bad endings with her own eyes.

"No," she said.

Riise's smile faded slightly.

"is it?"

He was silent for two seconds, then suddenly smiled and said, "Do you know what you are rejecting?"

……

"Not enough time, 3D printed on the way here, insulating material, clean energy, no machinery, I hope you like Dad's gift." Tony weighed the barrel of the gun, threw it to the ground, and looked at Ai without blinking. Reese, "Because your uncles and aunts will bring other presents later."

Before he finished speaking, a burst of intermittent electric noise suddenly sounded from the wreckage of the battle suit behind him.

Iris, who noticed the noise, turned her head slightly and looked at the flashing communicator in the wreckage. A red light flashed behind the screen, and the noise instantly changed to a normal human voice: "Tony, we may not be able to arrive as soon as possible. Can you Spend some time with her?"

Tony: "..."

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

"Great, it's really not the time." Iron Man looked away without changing his face.

For his strong words, Iris' eyes flickered, as if expressing sarcasm.

"I feel the same way," she said.

As soon as she opened her mouth, Tony suddenly turned his head and suppressed a smile.

"..." Iris closed her mouth.

"Sorry, I should hold back." Tony coughed, turned his head, and explained solemnly, "Hey, do you know why Iris doesn't talk? Because when I designed her, I used Beyoncé's voice." Make her voice template, she thinks it's weird, so..."

His eyes were calm and unwavering: "Maybe I should ask, who are you?"

There was a brief silence.

The screen on the girl's face quickly decomposed and deformed, and was inserted into the panel opened on the side of her brain.Her eyes are so exquisitely made that there is almost no difference between them and humans, but at this moment the pupils of these beautiful eyes are slightly bright, shining an ominous red light.

Seed lowered his head slightly: "You already knew."

"Of course," facing the tone of her statement, Tony shrugged. "I didn't give her the three laws of robotics. If she wants to destroy humans on a whim, believe me, she knows that she should pick a better time."

"Why can't the program be tampered with?" Seed said.

"Oh, I don't think anyone on this planet who can tamper with the artificial intelligence I designed has yet to be born."

"..." The red light flashes faster, "But you still come here."

She seemed a little confused: "Why do you still come here?"

Tony twitched his lips briefly.

"I have no doubt that I believe in my judgment," he said lightly, "but... there is a one in a million possibility that my judgment is wrong. Oh, don't get me wrong, there is only a very, very, extremely small possibility."

He didn't bluntly state the reason why he insisted on going deep into the enemy camp alone, but the seed instantly analyzed the possibility behind every change in his tone.

The red light in her eyes suddenly dimmed for a moment.

If the voice of artificial intelligence has never fluctuated, and it can be easily distinguished that it is not from a human being, then at this moment, this judgment standard will be completely overturned.

Seed's expression didn't change, but her voice changed drastically, as if some kind of life came to life, sprouting and twitching on her sounder.

"So you love her."

"Is the show over? Can you tell me where Iris is?" Tony asked back.

Seed didn't answer him.

"Her chest is not a heart, but an ark power core, and her head is not a brain, but a chip and a circuit board." She stretched out her hand and slowly pressed her chest, "She also has no human moral code, and she doesn't think she can't kill others , there is no more difference between humans and dirt, if she needs it, she doesn't mind killing them, there is no difference between one and a hundred million."

She looked up. "Did you find the wreckage of the military base outside of Gravity Springs? Did you count the dead? Did you think of this day when you gave her the freedom to invade the world?"

"Without your existence, one day she would make the same choice as me, she just obeyed her highest authority holder—"

Seed tone sarcasm: "You always like to pin your emotions on non-emotional objects, delusional to yourself and imagine that you can get similar feedback, and apply human emotional standards to any species. Don't you think this is ridiculous?"

Tony: "OK, wait a minute, miss, your tone now sounds like my ex-girlfriend who was abandoned by me all the time."

"...No, this is just a harmonious academic discussion." Seed denied it.

Tony was noncommittal.

"Hmm... I don't have a degree in mechanical ethics, but let's make a bold assumption that you can definitely pass the Turing test now."

"……What's the meaning?"

"It means," Tony put one hand into his trouser pocket, looked away, and shook his head, "You are wrong about one thing, miss, the fact is that I have not been able to complete this special research, about artificial intelligence."

"Iris was not created by me, she is a gift from probability and the unknown."

His eyes met the seed: "You ask me why I love her? God, what mechanic doesn't love such a miracle?"

……

The phone rang twice and hung up suddenly.

Peter wandered across the street, strangled a robot's legs with spider silk, flew over its head, and rolled on the street.He sneaked a glance at the phone screen and saw the expected interruption page, and his mood suddenly became a little worse.

"Well, worry about yourself first, your girl... she is yours, she is better at handling this situation than you, she can push through like a tank, don't worry, trust her."

While muttering, he nimbly knocked down the big guy in front of him. Taking advantage of it being unable to stand up, he hung it upside down from the street lamp, raised the mask a little bit, bit the screwdriver, wrench in one hand and pliers in the other, and quickly removed its joints. Bearings—he used this method to clear several streets, and found that unloading parts can quickly paralyze these robots, and hardware stores and 4S stores immediately became his equipment warehouses.

"It would be great if there was electric welding, the efficiency is not high now..."

The bitter little spider, who played a guest role as a car repairman, was particularly depressed.

His eyes wandered on the street, and just as he was about to look away, his eyes suddenly froze.

At the end of the street a few blocks away, a red scarf was tied to a street lamp, flying vigorously.

... Half a minute later, Peter stood under the streetlight, holding Mia in his hand, his expression fluctuating.

There was no way Purser would leave Mia behind.he thinks.

He closed his eyes, cleared his mind, and then opened it again. He was about to start to search for nearby clues, when suddenly a strange visual change occurred in the surrounding space.

There was the sound of glass shattering on the street. Peter was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously turned his head to look around, only to find that the glass of the surrounding shops was intact.

He turned his eyes to the direction where the voice came from, and almost as soon as his eyes fell, the man's figure suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

"... Mr. Strange?"

"PhD."

Hearing his voice, the man in the red cloak didn't lift his eyes, got up from the ground, patted the ashes on his clothes and corrected.

"what?"

"I don't know why you know me, but you call me Doctor Strange."

"Okay, okay...doctor." Peter hesitated for a while, his eyes drifted away for a long time before he couldn't help asking, "Did you encounter anything?"

Doctor Strange, with a bruised nose and swollen face, looked very cold: "It's nothing."

They looked at each other.

Strange quickly chose to change the subject: "Listen, my time...I mean I can't get out now. I have a blacklist of humans or other creatures that may pose a threat to the world, and now there are two blacklists. The beings on the list are in New York, find someone to deal with them."

"Okay, no problem," Peter nodded, "and you, Doctor?"

Doctor Strange's face darkened: "...I have more important things."

Being beaten by the Time Stone is not something to be proud of, and Strange doesn't intend to explain in detail to this friendly neighbor in New York that the little girl suddenly started chasing him and beating him violently, forcing him to enter the mirror space in embarrassment Running away, with absolutely no time to deal with the other Infinity Stones that suddenly came to New York.

At this moment, his expression changed.

"Looks like we have guests."

Following his line of sight, Peter looked at the street vigilantly. There was nothing unusual on the street in his vision, but seeing Strange's suddenly cold expression, it was obvious that the visitor was not an ordinary person.

In the next second, the embarrassed young man stepped forward.

"Uh... wait, doctor, I know him." Seeing that Strange raised his hand, Peter recovered from his stupefied intuition that it would be bad to let it go, so he hastily stopped him, "This is this... …this is a Sith, and he's my friend!"

Sith was slightly taken aback by his sudden address.

"Your friend?" Doctor Strange raised his eyebrows, "Did you know that he is a reality gem?"

"Well, yes, I know." Peter nodded hurriedly, winking at Sith, but forgot that he was still wearing a mask.

Unexpectedly, Sith pursed his lips and nodded slightly: "I'm his friend."

His demeanor wasn't exactly friendly, but it wasn't arrogant either.

"...Fine."

His eyes lingered between them for a while, Doctor Strange shrugged his shoulders as if admitting defeat, and turned to face Peter, "One of the directions has been changing, and I don't have time to capture it for the time being, and the other one stays on Fifth Avenue and hasn't moved for about half an hour. Hurry up Time, don't go by yourself, you can't handle it."

Peter nodded, "...Okay, I'll go right away."

"Fifth Avenue," Sith suddenly interrupted them, with a calm expression, pointing his finger in the direction of Fifth Avenue, "Is it in that direction?"

"Yes, that's right. Where are you going?"

Sith was silent for a moment, then spread out his hands, palms up.

The edges of his palms were blurred, and wisps of red sand escaped from his fingertips, drifting towards Fifth Avenue.

"Perther is there," he said.

"Really?" Peter reacted quickly, and his tone suddenly increased, "Maybe she is with that or that?"

Strange looked at Sith: "Oh, your girlfriend?"

"No! She is..."

"His." Sith glanced at Peter with no emotion in his eyes.

He withdrew his hand: "I want to go and see."

Peter pursed his lips.

If Purser couldn't deal with an enemy, he couldn't help, he'd always known that.

What she needs now is Sith.

Strange looked at Sith for a few seconds, then quietly moved to Peter's side, and lowered his voice: "If I were you, I wouldn't watch him save the beauty, otherwise you might be in danger of falling out of love."

Peter: "..." Inexplicably, he felt stabbed.

He put away the advice heartbrokenly, looked up at Sith, couldn't help smiling, and raised his right hand.

"Hey buddy," he laughed, "can you bring her back for me?"

Even though he claimed to be a friend, Peter didn't know much about Sith. The deepest impression was that he hit the nail on the head from time to time in the discussion group. Before that, he only knew that this handsome young man tried to kill Perther, and then... Always, always, living at Purser's house, just one door away from her at night.

As a result, he didn't even dare to knock on the window in the middle of the night to deliver supper:(

Wouldn't it be too rash to trust him?

With a delicate mood, Peter kept the high-five posture and waited for a few seconds, and suddenly remembered that Sith might not know the meaning of high-five.

...he might be a little silly.

However, just as Peter was about to put his hand down in embarrassment, his palm suddenly hurt.

"Snapped."

When passing by him, Sith raised his hand and gave him a high five without looking sideways.

"it is good."

……

Although he was laughing, Zhong Zixing still heard something cruel and cold in Riise's voice.

From the very beginning, this young man who was as pretty as a girl appeared in a bright and light image, speaking with a slow and aristocratic accent, lazy, charming, and confident that the situation was under his control.Even when he said that he couldn't afford to lose a second time, he didn't show the slightest gaffe. Instead, he seemed to be whispering to her about little girls.

until this moment.

All he relied on was his understanding of the human heart.Zhong Zixing thought wearily.

Do people who play tricks have this habit?Obviously there is a simpler and more direct way, but it takes a lot of time to design an exquisite situation, and then sit quietly, watching others step by step into the situation, suffering, indulging in the pleasure of total control... To some extent , Reese and Loki are very similar.

He was just sure he would succumb to her fear.

"It's you I don't know."

Once the situation gets out of control, he will be the first to lose his temper.

Zhong Zixing twitched the corner of his mouth: "Do you understand what 'fate' is?"

Reese pursed her lips slightly.

"You think you know?" He said coldly.

"Of course I know." Zhong Zixing said.

Obviously at this moment, she should have laughed out loud to force out Riise's embarrassment, she could even hear the bluff in his cold tone, even if he could easily hurt him now, he had already lost in the face of Zhong Zixing.But Zhong Zixing did not feel any joy in defeating Riise.

She just felt very tired, and wanted to find a dark corner to squat in, hugging her knees in a daze, just like she used to do when she was a child.

"If you really have other methods, why do you still come to force me to submit?" The mind gem can control humans, but Riise just threatened her with this, and didn't really do it. The reason is obviously impossible to be "he Don't want to hurt her."

Zhong Zixing said: "I am the only one who can enter the bottom of the world. Other than me, even spiritual power cannot enter. Even if you control me, once I enter the bottom of the world, the control will be invalid, right?"

"You're right," Reese said softly.

He regained his calm posture, as if Zhong Zixing was just saying a simple and innocuous fact, and these were still in his plan.

Zhong Zixing cast his eyes on the street outside the glass window, "What exactly is rewriting fate?"

"The lives that shouldn't exist are all programmed by fate," Riise followed her gaze and looked out the window together. "Their images will appear in fate. You only need to modify the images with your thoughts."

"Iris shouldn't exist either." Zhong Zixing said suddenly.

She is fully capable of modifying Iris' fate.

Riise looked down at her.

"A very good idea," he said lightly, "but you also said that the house of a thousand households is constantly moving, can you find the bottom of the world?"

"I can go to every corner of the earth to find it." Zhong Zixing said, "I can use my whole future to find it. If one year is not enough, it will be ten years, and if ten years is not enough, it will be 50 years. I found a motivation that was better than anything I could think of."

She paused, then suddenly laughed.

"And there's something you don't seem to understand."

Facing her smile, Riise let go of his hand and took a step back.

—What is her creed?

Zhong Zixing closed his eyes and said softly, "That's not fate, it's just a routine."

——With great power comes great responsibility?All things are false and all things are allowed?No way to kill someone?Can the few be sacrificed to save the many?

"Routine." Riise repeated this strange Chinese word.

"Yes, routine." Zhong Zixing nodded.

"The so-called routine is that the villain will always die because of talking too much, the hero will always save the world, the hero and heroine will always kiss in the last scene, justice will always triumph over evil... You say that the world has a script, then the script will always Follow the routine, the audience loves the routine, so the script will only develop like this, every turn can be expected, ta-da, you see, this is destiny."

The end of Riise's eyes twitched faintly.

"What do you want to express?" He asked softly.

"I want to say that a hero always experiences growth." Zhong Zixing's eyes fell on the end of the street. Losing everything, facing his own path of trials independently, and then he will face his opponent again, and he will—return.”

With her narration, the atmosphere in the store became weird and unpredictable for some reason, as if some kind of reality rules gradually became invalid under the oppression of a stronger force.Riise's expression changed dramatically for the first time, he suddenly reached out to Zhong Zixing, as if he wanted to grab her shoulder——

A violent dark red sandstorm appeared out of thin air, like a countercurrent tsunami, rushing towards Riise mightily.

At the moment of contact, the force of the sandstorm directly knocked him into the air, and slammed into the depths of the store!