Three-stream detection simulator

21st century, Avengers Tower.

Thor gasped and landed in the hall, almost falling to one knee. Captain America reached out to support him and asked solemnly: "Is there an enemy?"

"No." Thor raised his head, "I'm not used to the half-broken Rainbow Bridge. I feel a little motion sick... ugh!"

"..."

"Green Lantern said he was looking for materials to repair it." Hawkeye said without sincerity, "Is there any information in the universe?"

Thor stood up straight at his question. His expression became solemn, and he solemnly announced to everyone present: "——Darkseid is dead."

But no matter how serious he was, saying this in an understatement was like a joke, and no one was in the mood to cheer him. Dr. Banner twitched the corners of his mouth dryly, then quickly calmed down, and asked: "What's going on? Are we going to face the Dark Lord?"

"Darkseid is dead!" Thor had to raise his voice and emphasized again, "The person who did it was Argos. Don't ask me how he did it. He should have been planning it for a long time, but no one could I didn't expect him to succeed. The news of the vacancy of the God's throne has not spread yet. After the afterglow of Apokolips spreads to the Creation Star and the depths of the universe, there are still a lot of troubles to deal with. But these are nothing like the Asgard and the Earth for the time being. The important thing is that after Darkseid’s death, the Argos Legion will come to Earth soon. Do we need to prepare for the war? Where is Iron Man?”

"He went to find someone." Black Widow said expressionlessly, "There are some complicated family situations."

Saul was stunned for two seconds and said, "It's okay, we can convey it to him later."

**

Morgan ran and found her mother in the crowd.

"Mother!"

She called several times, but there was no response from the other party, so she had to change her name, "Ms. Potts!"

Pepper finally turned around. She parked the car on the side of the road and pressed her phone anxiously, as if she wanted to contact someone. She was stunned for a moment after seeing Morgan's appearance clearly, and then noticed a familiar robotic hand floating next to Morgan.

"Tony...?"

"I'm him...I'm your daughter." Morgan didn't expect that she would say it so neatly. Pepper gave her a completely different feeling from Tony. The latter made her feel like she was looking in the mirror, and the person in the mirror was familiar. It's strange, and for a moment it's even scary. There's an illusion that the colorful bubbles will burst if you poke them gently. Perhaps because she had forgotten the other person, she thought she was more suitable to communicate with him through Hercule.

But after she saw her mother for the first time, she just wanted to cuddle up in each other's arms like she did when she was a child.

No matter how big the deviations were caused by time, space, memory, age, etc., she believed from the bottom of her heart that Virginia Potts was trustworthy.

Her mother died for her, and Ms. Pepper is her own superhero.

Morgan ignored Pepper's surprised expression and rushed directly to the car, commanding the robotic arm to open the door and get in the passenger seat: "I'll make a long story short, Mom, where did you put the reactor blueprint I gave you before?" ?”

Little Pepper:…

What needs to be said in a long way is too short!

Although she really wanted Morgan to use the title "Mom" to develop a report of at least 2,000 words, the strange girl sitting next to her looked so anxious and nervous, and the current CEO of Stark Group, who had always been resolute and resolute, suddenly felt a little soft-hearted. She considered it and said:

"You may need help from the Avengers..."

Morgan interrupted her words by gently grabbing her sleeve, which held no weight at all, as if what was sitting next to her was just a shadow.

"The only person who can help me is you, Mom."

The girl paused and added: "I love you. Although you don't know it, I am grateful for everything you have done for me."

Pepper took several deep breaths. She didn't understand the situation at all, but she intuitively had to do something at this moment: "I put that drawing in the company's filing cabinet."

"Okay, let's go there now, and I'll explain it to you on the way."

Morgan kept her word and spent just ten minutes explaining her identity and main experiences over the years. Pepper drove fast and almost scraped the nearby obstacles several times because of her distraction. When the brake pads squeaked and got stuck, At the entrance of the company, Pepper staggered forward under the influence of inertia, but Morgan sat upright and reported: "That's it."

"I...you...Tony...forget it, come with me."

They hurried into the office again. Pepper rummaged through piles of documents for a while and quickly pulled out a piece of paper: "Is that it?"

"right."

The mechanical arm floating next to Morgan wanted to take it, but Pepper stopped it and asked: "How do you prove that you are not for the Strange Universe?"

They looked at each other in the surging New York sunlight, and Morgan thought absentmindedly: The young mother is so beautiful.

It's not that Ms. Potts was not beautiful later on, it was mainly because she couldn't remember what Pepper looked like on the day they separated from each other.

"I can't prove that the past that shaped my beliefs is your future." The robotic arm drooped, and Morgan stood there motionless and said, "But there are three people in the world who will unconditionally believe in me, my mother, father, and friends. Hercule Hugo.”

Little Pepper's hand holding the drawing tightened, and she asked again: "Doesn't it matter if you are on our side?"

Morgan didn't answer directly: "You taught me to do the right thing."

Pepper's arm was frozen in the air. This time when the robotic arm came closer, she didn't dodge.

"Tell me about your past and my future when you have the chance, my dear."

"Well, of course no problem."

Morgan said this sentence very hastily. With Pepper's sensitivity, she should have discovered that this was a lie, but what happened next left her with no time to think -

Morgan said, "Put your hand here, Mom."

Little Pepper raised her arm and put her fingers on the paper. She rubbed the line of text on it and read it out: "To dear Ms. Pepper."

As she finished speaking, a shiver suddenly ran down her spine, and she heard Morgan say: "The certification is complete."

The next second, her right hand passed directly through the paper, but it did not stretch out from the other side, but seemed to reach other spaces!

"That's a pocket dimension over there, feel it and see." Morgan was already prepared and commanded, "Is there anything in it?"

Little Pepper endured the strange feeling and groped for a while in an invisible place, and her fingertips touched something cold. She took them out and found a mechanical heart, an empty pipe where the tobacco was kept, and a golden hourglass that kept flowing.

Morgan took a look and said: "Pour all the sand in the hourglass into the pipe, and then put the pipe back. Mom, we will hold the heart."

Little Pepper followed the instructions and asked: "Wait a minute, where does this paper lead to??"

"In the cat's stomach."

"Where's the cat?!"

"Just kidding." Morgan said nonchalantly, "You can understand this piece of paper as a master key that can only be operated by you. Hugo hid his props in a place he trusted, and I I was able to open a small 'back door' with the consent of him and the owner of the space, and take out something I needed."

Pepper Potts: "You and Hercule Hugo stuffed heavy metal into a cat's stomach and made me reach out to take it out!"

"...I didn't say that, mom, we will have a dog in the future, and I am very friendly to small animals."

After speaking, Morgan glanced at the mechanical heart hesitantly and said to Pepper: "You can rest now, it's all my work from now on."

**

Argos dropped a stone. As the chess game progresses to the middle game, everyone above is vying for the advantage. Even the AI's words can't help but be muted, which makes the rhythmic "bang" and "bang" sounds deeper in the pyramid more obvious. So after a while Hercule asked: "What is that?"

"Huh?" Argos took a moment to react and replied, "It's the editor. I use it to control the pyramid and the defense facilities around it, the surface environment, and even the weather. Wonder Woman is here, But she’s still a long way from breaking in.”

Hercule couldn't see outside and couldn't tell whether Argos was telling lies. Several hours have passed since he entered the pyramid. As the main combat force of the Justice League, Wonder Woman can run to such a place, which either means that the war has not started yet, or that the pyramid is one of the main battlefields.

But what he can arrange has been arranged long ago, and what he can do now is very limited.

Hercule said, "Mind telling me what you did?"

"Should I set a time, for example, if the chess game exceeds three hours, the side that delays longer will lose."

"As you wish."

"Oh?" Argos raised his lips and glanced at the timer, "Since you asked the question, the time is on you. First of all, Darkseid is gone."

"No longer?" Hercule repeated, "Not dead?"

"You can also understand that he was killed briefly. It's just that he is the incarnation of the concept of evil in the multiverse. Where there is light, there is shadow, and Darkseid will inevitably make a comeback one day. But it is far from him It’s still early for resurrection, so you can rest assured and just think of me as making some contribution to charity.”

Hercule showed a slightly sour expression: "It's whatever you say. What's next? Are you going to kill superheroes?"

"That's the work of the World Heritage Association." Argos said lazily, "Mongo from Coast City was invited by them, and they are also responsible for the information that has been uploaded to the 21st Century Network. I don't know how to operate it specifically. clear."

Whoever believes it is a fool.

Hercule said: "Presumably the Chairman also has a mission."

"He had to compete with himself for territory. This is a very interesting place. Originally, two gods could not exist on the same timeline. As a result, he in the Yiwen universe was forced to downgrade. In the 21st century, he voluntarily gave up that position and wanted to It takes a lot of effort to sit back, so it will be like a fight between two human beings, who are evenly matched. "

That's Corgi vs. Maltese puppy. In terms of size, Corgi feels better.

Hercule glanced at the time and raised his right hand, which had been on his thigh, holding a pipe for some time. He decisively put it in his mouth and took a puff, and then said, "Sorry, I have a craving for cigarettes."

White smoke poured out from his mouth and nose as he spoke, drifting over the chessboard, blurring the detective's expression.

Argive's movements stopped.

His sloppy movements and smile looked particularly terrifying after he stopped. From his eyes to his demeanor, everything revealed a strong sense of inhumanity. However, his body structure was so perfect that there was no flaw. He looked like a man who had been stripped raw. Leather monster. Those emotionless eyes looked at both sides of Hercule's body, then looked at the person involved:

"You broke the rules of the game, detective. But how did the Devourer escape from my sight?"

"You must not know the origin of Mr. Xibida's name." Hercule happily took another puff, and felt that the perception of his right hand was gradually recovering, and the relevant attribute points increased significantly. "Its bell has the effect of concealing the breath, but the conditions for use are more stringent."

Argos said indifferently: "Do you think that you can turn the tide of the battle in Heaven (the mental world) with the legacy of Apocalypse? Whether the chairman wins or not has nothing to do with me--"

A □□ aimed at Hercule's forehead again.

"And you have to pay the price for interrupting the chess game."

The bullet turned a corner in the air and brushed the detective's cheek, leaving a trace of blood.

The white-haired old man threw away the scrapped gun and sat down again, asking: "How many chances do you have to survive?":,,.