Dc Rage Dragon

On the soft feather bed, Martin Stein sank half of his body into the soft mattress. His face was haggard, his eye bags were thick, his brows wrinkled tightly, and he looked 20 years older than originally.

"Ling Ling Ling..."

The telephone in the lobby rang.

He is a scholar who prefers classicalization. The elegant room and the study room exuding sandalwood, including the somewhat classical hall, all have the classic dark sandalwood style, and even the phone is made in black from the 1930s in the United States. Dial a rotary dial telephone.

His tired face was wrinkled, he groaned exhaustedly, turned his head once on the bed, pressed his migraine head, and the bell pierced his head like an embroidery needle. The tired body wanted to ignore the bell, but the sound of the bell was too loud, even in the bedroom, the harsh bell pierced the wall, just trying to pierce his head, making him unbearably painful and irritable.

After rolling on the bed for a few times, he tried to cover his head with a quilt and a pillow to cover his head. The more painful the migraine, the more painful his migraine, and the irritability that arose in his heart, which made him, a scholar who has always been good-tempered, unbearable and forced. There was no other way, he gritted his teeth and groaned, yelling "F***U" and shaking his painful head, with a tired face, he lifted the quilt and got up.

His feet hit a slippers on the cold floor, and he didn't have the energy to find where the other one was kicked. He just wore a slippers like this, tired and haggard, pressing his head, dragging his body old and old. living room.

A series of things happened recently, which caused his emotional and mental condition to be not very good.

First of all, I don't know why, he always finds himself in a strange place or environment, but he can't remember how and where he got there. I feel as if I have amnesia and sleepwalking, and I can't control my actions. This kind of muddling behavior appeared more often, making him puzzled about his body, and after being puzzled, he thought he was old and entering the final stage of his life.

Slowly he became addicted to alcohol and became self-destructive and self-destructive.

Then there are a lot of reporters, various companies and even some related personnel of the US FBI. They don’t know what’s going on. They often squat at their door and desperately want to talk to themselves about the development of “controllable nuclear fusion”. , I desperately wanted to invite myself to develop nuclear fusion.

This is probably my sleepwalking, amnesia, sleepwalking.

Because when he was sober, he had never studied controllable nuclear fusion, let alone being nominated for the next Nobel Prize and so on.

But in controllable nuclear fusion, he has never done anything, nor did he go to the central city to talk about future energy and what he wants to be a great man of the century.

This is a lie, a bubble, a lie that bursts with just one poke, Martin Stein dare not admit that he was sleepwalking and doing something.

In fact, he didn't have any memories.

Martin Stein thought he was done.

"roll…"

Martin Stein dragged a barefoot, stepping on the cold wooden floor, holding a half bottle of vodka from the refrigerator in the hall in a state of drunken life and dreaming. Although he had not poured it from his mouth, he just held it. , Is already drunk for three points.

Picking up the microphone, without the good tone of an elite person, he has become a drunkard.

"Dr. Martin Stein, I know your situation."

Martin Stein didn't pay attention, and after speaking, he wanted to hang up the phone, even if he heard the microphone saying he knew his situation, he didn't pause. Who doesn't know his situation? I am a drunkard!

"You often don't remember things, I understand."

Martin Stein was shocked and awakened from the state of drunkenness, his headache seemed to be more concentrated, and the pain was tightened in an instant. Many people in the outside world know that they have become an alcoholic, but they never know the cause and effect, or even the result.

"What happened to me?" Martin Stein quickly put the microphone in the air, pressed it back to his ear, and asked quickly.

He really wanted to know what happened to him.

Why is there a strange scene for no reason, and why there is no memory at all? All this made him feel uneasy and emotionally disturbed. After no results were obtained one after another, he had begun to give up on himself and became irritable.

"You merge with others and become Firestorm."

"Ronnie Raymond, at the moment your nuclear power facility exploded, he was on the scene with you."

"At the moment of the explosion, you merged into one. You can find him to understand the specific situation, and it is enough to draw a conclusion."

Martin Stein suddenly felt like talking in the dark, because his alcoholic head seemed to be spinning, and his eyes were blurry. The head of a migraine headache rose again violently, torturing half of his head. He pressed his temples hard and sat on the sofa with difficulty.

Self-integration with another person? ? ?

Fit? ? ?

"This is impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible! Dr. Martin Stein, you will find the result after you go to Ronnie Raymond and try it once."

"Well, you convinced me. I will verify what you said."

Martin Stein frowned helplessly, and felt that his migraine was getting more and more painful.

"In addition, Dr. Martin Stein, I have mailed most of the'controllable nuclear fusion' information to your home, and it should have arrived by now. For the rest, you can rely on Firestorm to continue to deliberate."

"Congratulations, Dr. Martin Stein, you will achieve controllable nuclear fusion energy for mankind and become a great man of the century."

"It's you! Who are you?"

"Good question, who am I? I do need a loud nickname, so call me Roar, Super Super Super Super Superman! In the future, we will meet. Don't thank me, Dr. Martin, bye."

Martin Stein took the microphone and opened his mouth blankly, trying to ask all this in a thousand words in his heart.

Super super super super super super super superman Who is Superman? Why are you so clear about your own affairs? Was it because he came up with himself and caused so much trouble for himself by publishing ‘controlled nuclear fusion’?

Can you really fit in with another person? Is it also a Firestorm? What is the principle? From the aspect of biological rejection...on the atomic level only...

Martin Stein's head turned into a sane scientist again, and a lot of unclear questions popped up.

What is all this about?

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