Superhero's Physician[Comprehensive]

Tony Stark is used to putting on the "Mark" armor to the sound of dynamic music, which helps support the cool moves of an edgy superhero during his "transformation".He likes it, looks younger and fresher, and cool enough.

Mainly cool enough.

The artificial intelligence butler is doing equipment adjustments for Tony, who is wearing a new suit, but it seems that the master is not satisfied.

"Jarvis, my old buddy." Tony's face was a little haggard, which of course was due to the fact that he was always studying the new armor for days and nights without sleep.

"Yes, sir."

Jarvis is a highly intelligent super program. In this private bay in Malibu, the entire villa is controlled by this autonomous software.However, in the end, it only obeys the man who created itself-Tony Stark.

"I need a faster, even remote-wearable program for these guys, but I seem to be having trouble."

After the New York War, Tony often fell into a kind of anxiety. This inexplicable depression made it difficult for him to concentrate.He took off the red metal armor, placed the scattered parts in front of him, and stared at it for a long time.In the end, it swept across them, knocking them to the ground one by one, with arms and legs scattered everywhere.

"Sir, you have a call from a special channel." Jarvis was temporarily unable to help Tony complete his plan to get the armor up quickly. Facing the master's distress, it had to divert his attention in other ways.

Like this phone call.

"Special access?" Tony sat on the floor of the mechanical room, holding a cup of coffee from two days ago in his hand, and said in a tired voice, "Just say I'm not at home, I think I know who it is."

"Okay, sir."

Tony took a sip of coffee, his bushy eyebrows twitched as he frowned: "Oh, my God, what does this smell like."

"Stark." Natasha's figure appeared on the big screen in the room, "You don't look well?"

Tony raised the cup in his hand: "You look good."

Nick Ferry and Tony always like to hack into each other's systems to show off their skills, and more importantly, to find their secrets.But in any case, although Tony is only a consultant of S.H.I.E.L.D. on the surface, in fact, many of his high technologies have been infiltrated into the high-level use of S.H.I.E.L.D.

His position in SHIELD is also very important.

Tony didn't want to answer the call at first, because the special channel Jarvis mentioned was Nick Ferry's exclusive hotline, but obviously, even if he didn't answer, Nick could easily break through this permission and enter the call mode.

"Do you need me to introduce you to a doctor?"

"You think I need to see a doctor?"

"You will definitely like this doctor."

After the two chatted with each other in their own way, Natasha got to the point: "I have a USB flash drive in my hand, and the files in it are encrypted."

"U disk?" Tony put his mouth close to the cup subconsciously, and he quickly realized that the contents in the cup were not tasty, so he casually put the cup on the ground, "Don't tell me you can't untie a U disk. Encrypted files."

"We can't open it now, it's been in water for two days."

"Are you kidding me, the black widow's ability can't repair the soaked USB drive?"

Natasha said: "I don't have a system around me that can fix it."

"So, you are going to spend a lot of money to ask me to repair one for you..." Tony looked very disdainful, "A USB drive?"

"So to speak, of course there are other things."

Tony stood up with the chair at hand: "That will cost more."

Natasha smiled, "It's best to bring your iron suit, in case of emergencies."

"Double the money."

"can."

Tony has already heard a lot of information from the seemingly relaxed words. Natasha is not at the headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D. at the moment, and she won't go there for a short time, because she doesn't even have anything to repair a small USB drive; The content in the USB flash drive is very important, and it is so urgent that he has to go there himself to solve it; and the place to go may be dangerous, or the danger is already approaching.

By the way, there is another doctor, the doctor he likes?

Who in this world would like a doctor, it's almost as good as being terminally ill.

He hates doctors.

In fact, any transfers Stark got from Nick, he had his girlfriend Pepper donate in his own name, but he had no interest in knowing where the donations went, anyway.Tony never cared about the gold that S.H.I.E.L.D. gave to his consultants, but he would definitely ask for a price every time, and Nick Ferry never bargained. This made him realize that there are people in this world who take money as seriously as he does.

He received a new text message on his mobile phone, which read: "Shave your beard and dress smarter."

It's from Natasha.

This inexplicable suggestion made Tony feel ridiculous: "Jarvis, am I in a bad state?"

"Yes, sir, you should shave."

"Really?" Looking at his face with the phone for a while, Tony muttered to himself facing his unkempt bearded face on the black screen, "It's time to shave."

Before leaving, Tony called his girlfriend, Pep Potts, who was far away in Stark Tower, and told her that he might not come home tonight, but the response Tony received was that Pep couldn't go home either. She is still in Canada on a business trip.

The staff rooms in this factory have no windows, only vents. Lin Lan doesn't know whether it's day or night outside, and she can't even see the time, but she knows that she has been here for three days.There is already prepared food in the cabinet in the room, but it is not a delicious meal, but compressed food with a bad taste.Natasha opened the door once during the period and brought her a change of clothes, including the white coat Lin Lan wore in the laboratory.By the way, tell her that the USB flash drive has been obtained.

The sound of the flute was melodious, and the crisp and soft tune came out from the iron gate. Such a sound echoed in the cold factory, and there was an indescribable grievance.Lin Lan had nothing to do, so she could only use it for entertainment. Fortunately, she asked to take this thing away, otherwise, she would be bored to death.

Steve came to Lin Lan's room and stood still. Hearing the elegant melody, he couldn't help feeling extremely strange.

He is a soldier and doesn't understand music, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like music.He loves art, especially painting, and painting and music are interlinked.Steve can somewhat feel the sadness in the melody, and such a quiet music sounds much better than those heavy metal rocks.

The voice was abrupt, and he put his ears on the door, feeling a little puzzled.

"Who is outside?"

In fact, Lin Lan knew that the person standing outside was Steve Rogers, and she could tell who it was from the sound of footsteps, but she wanted to pretend not to understand at this moment.Lin Lan could have pretended that she didn't know there were people outside, but she was so bored that she had to find someone to talk to.

"It's me." Steve was a little taken aback, he thought he was walking lightly, "Steve."

"It's you." Lin Lan walked to the door, "Are you here to spy on me?"

"No, of course not." He said, his voice sounded a little unsure, "I'm worried that you will be afraid, so come and see."

"Of course I'm scared. I don't know if I can get out of here alive."

Steve is not a person who is very good at comforting others, so facing Lin Lan's displeasure, he didn't know what words to use to comfort him.

The people outside the door didn't speak for a long time, Lin Lan sighed and said, "Guess how many times I sighed today?"

"Lin, you will leave safely, I promise." Steve's assurance is actually useful, because he spends most of his time protecting others from harm, "Also, I'm sorry about what happened yesterday. "

Lin Lan could hear some guilt in his words, because Steve seemed a little more cautious than Natasha: "You broke the door of my house."

"Sorry, at that time, the situation was urgent."

"The labor costs in the United States are very expensive, and I can't fix it myself."

"Do you still remember the address I gave you?" He immediately said, "I said, if you encounter any difficulties that cannot be solved, you can come to me, and I will repair the door."

"Your home is in Brooklyn." The note had disappeared while she was carrying the luggage, and the only place name Lin Lan could remember was this one word, "I don't know how to get there."

"It's okay, we don't live far away." Steve thought for a while, "I mean, I can come to your house and help you fix it."

Lin Lan smiled: "Thank you in advance."

Hearing her laugh, Steve also felt pleasure: "Are you still scared?"

Lin Lan sat down beside the iron frame bed, and deliberately replied, "A little bit."

"Why is there music in your room?"

Natasha had entrusted Steve to comfort the exotic girl a few minutes earlier, as she was terrified and in desperate need of company.However, even if she didn't say anything, with Steve's personality, she would definitely do something for Lin Lan.It was only when he actually came to do it that he realized that he was really not good at this job.

Steve's bewildered look was funny, but Lin Lan couldn't see it, but Barton could see it clearly from a distance away from him. He kept watching the captain's every move, almost laughing like crazy.

Lin Lan said: "You definitely don't know what a flute is."

"Of course I know, that's an instrument?" Steve nodded, "Yes, of course, you play the flute, and there's music, I mean, I think you play pretty good music."

Now it seems that Captain America may be more nervous than Lin Lan.

"Steve, my spoken English is not very good, can you speak slower?"

"Sorry." He took a breath, "I like the music you play."

Lin Lan felt that his speaking tone was very different from most of the American young people he knew. His expressions of words and grammar were often very formal, even like the lines of a drama.This is extremely inconsistent with his appearance. Compared with the straightforward old beauty, the one outside the door is much more tactful.

"Although I know you're lying, I'm happy to hear it." Few young people in the United States like this kind of ancient traditional Chinese musical instrument, and they may have never seen it.

"I swear I'm not lying," Steve explained hastily. "It's beautiful."

Lin Lan held back her smile a few times, trying to maintain a calm and serious attitude: "Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Yes, sure."

"How old are you?"

There was silence outside the door for a while before I heard Steve reply: "25."

"What!" Lin Lan stood up from the bed suddenly, "You are only 25 years old, so you must have been lying just now. The Americans around my age like you don't even bother with things like flutes. Only those who are seven or eighty years old Older people like it."

"No, I really like it, I didn't lie to you." Steve said anxiously outside the door, "You can't deny me because others don't like it, it's not fair."

He is indeed an "old man" who is 95 years old.

Hearing his flustered explanation, Lin Lan shook her head with a smile, and didn't argue with him anymore. What does it matter if this American hunk is really cheating to make himself happy.Others have already spent a lot of thought on enlightening her who is "destroyed", so what is she dissatisfied with?

Walking to the door again, Lin Lan leaned against the door, raised the bamboo flute in her hand, and played the music again.

A huge explosion resounded throughout the factory, the shaking iron door made a sharp friction sound with the ground, and the mineral water on the table fell to the ground.

"What happened, an earthquake!" Lin Lan gripped the bamboo flute tightly and put her hands on the door, feeling a little uneasy.

"Lin, don't come out from inside!" After Steven finished speaking, he hurried towards the direction of the sound.

Lin Lan patted on the iron gate and shouted: "Stop joking, I can't get out either, hey, don't go, tell me what happened!"

Lin Lan leaned down, put her ears on the ground and listened carefully, the noisy sound came into her ears from the ventilation duct under the floor.She quickly heard that there was a fierce fight and a clash of guns outside, and there were many hurried footsteps in all directions, which sounded powerful and orderly.

Two people suddenly stopped outside the door, Lin Lan got up quickly, and then got under the bed.

After a few beeps, there was a bang, and the iron door was blown open with the metal lock.

Lin Lan kept cursing in her heart: "Did I make a mistake? I promised to protect me. What kind of chain did I lose at the critical moment!"

The intruders were wearing bulletproof black equipment and holding a class-marked submachine gun in their hands. They tentatively searched the house slowly, and it would be a matter of time before they noticed the bed.

Lin Lan took advantage of the fact that the two uninvited guests stopped in the middle of the room, rolled twice under the bed, took advantage of the situation and hit the hollows of their knees with the bamboo flute, causing the intruder to kneel down.Lin Lan stood up and rushed out of the room without looking back. She didn't know which direction to flee for a moment, and while looking around, gunshots rang out behind her.

"Where are those unreliable handsome men and beauties!" Lin Lan ran away with her head in her arms, and cursed them again.

It would be a lie to say that she is not afraid. Although she has a body to protect herself, she cannot use it casually.Moreover, in the face of high-tech weapons, no matter how advanced the martial arts is, it is difficult to cope with so many, which undoubtedly makes it more difficult for her to survive.The most important thing is that Lin Lan doesn't know the situation at all at the moment. The opponent is fierce and well-equipped. Could it be that Kim Swan is here to steal someone?

Lin Lan curled up in a pile of debris near a corner, and she could clearly hear the sound of iron doors being blasted open one after another.Listening carefully to the sound of the crowd's feet stepping on the iron floor, at least there were dozens of people. According to Natasha, if she was so popular, it was [-]% for her.

Lin Lan poked her head out from the pile of debris, just in time to see through the iron railing that the factory gate had been blown apart, and the accumulated ash layer made the whole first floor look like fog.Lin Lan had an idea and decided to flee outside in a panic. She had to go to the laboratory to confirm whether what they said was true. Lin Lan was confident that she could avoid this group of submachine guns walking with scary loud noises.

Just as she came out of the pile of debris and just stood still, she unexpectedly met a man carrying a red briefcase face to face.Lin Lan was shocked, the flute she held tightly in her hand, and the sounds from all directions affected her hearing, so that she didn't notice anyone coming at all.