Homelander Is Coming, Fortunately I Am Doomsday Superman

Chapter 6 The Post-Avengers Alliance Era

The rolling door of the garage next to the lakeside wooden house rises, and the lights in the garage are turned on from the outside to the inside.

Through the high level sensor of the smart watch on Morgan's wrist, Yi Meng can clearly "see" luxury cars parked outside the garage with a metal luminescence and an assembly line texture.

As for the periphery of the garage, it is separated by a unique metal glass door. Inside, it looks like a private studio, with built-in equipment and tools such as robotic arms, energy coordination, intelligent assistance, element synthesis, metal forging, and parts processing.

In addition to the workbench, there are also several armor parts and metal masks on display.

In the glass booth deep in the garage, one or two craft products can be faintly seen. The faint light of gold, silver and blue silver shone respectively. Even if they stood there quietly like dusty metal statues, they were still not comparable to the luxury cars representing the world's highest level of handicrafts outside the garage.

After all, it represents the cutting-edge technology of the Marvel universe, and it is also the supreme king in the field of technology!

Static electric current turn.

Yi Meng resisted the urge to break into the studio to occupy one of the finished products. The private studio on the Che Curry floor was obviously blocked, and the system permissions were estimated to be difficult to open without Morgan's permission.

Even if it can be turned on.

There is also an artificial intelligence, which may have left some behind.

Yi Meng is very calm.

If he breaks in now, in the eyes of the Stark family, he is no different from Ultron, which is tantamount to a complete betrayal.

Even if Yi Meng had such preconceptions and thoughts, at least——

not now!

Yi Meng must obtain more information about the current dream. Since this dream is so real, he can't just treat it as a dream.

What if what happened in this dream cannot be repeated?

Little Morgan stood outside the garage, looking at the familiar and silent scene inside, and was also in a daze for a few seconds.

"Boom!"

Outside the garage, one of the extended black Rolls-Royces suddenly made a thick engine sound and drove out.

So, is this what an 'Autobot' feels like?

Yi Meng, who has settled in and controlled the built-in driving system of the modified Rolls-Royce, flashed a static-like thought, stopped next to Little Morgan, and made a system voice: "Come on, we must hurry up, if your mother finds out, it will be bad." gone."

"..."

Little Morgan was stunned again. Normally, on Saturdays, he would call that person "Miss Potts".

By the way, it's not called Saturday now.

"One tyrant."

Little Morgan muttered softly, not knowing what he was thinking, but his body was still very honest, and he leaned into the passenger seat with the open door.

...

New York.

The world's number one economic capital and crime capital.

But now, this reputation can be temporarily elevated to - "Center of the Universe".

In the past ten years, the city has experienced too many things, first the original Battle of New York, then the Ultron Incident, the Heroic Civil War, the Multi-Threat, and finally the Endgame.

once.

Here, from time to time, you can see the old man with the buttocks who is the protagonist of the World War II documentary, the hammer god who descends from the sky accompanied by the roar of thunder, or a big man who turns green and collapses half of the street suddenly appears in surprise...

However, that was many years ago.

Now, it is the "post-Avengers alliance era".

Since the sacrifice of Iron Man, the crossing of Captain America, the disappearance of Thor, the retirement of Hawkeye, the restriction of Ant-Man, and the departure of the Scarlet Witch, there is only one Spider-man left, and the post-hero era of Avengers exists in name only...

...

A girl came to a street in New York alone. Even though it was several streets away from the busiest Times Square in New York, the lively atmosphere here still almost overflowed.

The streets in the city are full of traffic, the products on their respective facades are dazzling, and the lights of advertisements are dazzling.

Little Morgan was leaning against a street lamp, ignoring the pedestrians who cast strange glances at him, looking down with a pair of big blue eyes, and squeezed his left wrist with his small hand: "Yiba, you said show me Papa's inheritance?"

"I know, Stark headquarters has moved from here long ago..."

"I never meant to take you to Stark headquarters." Yi Meng's words came from the watch: "You take a closer look around."

Little Morgan really opened her eyes wide, looking carefully at the extremely strange modern streets around her. She has never been to the city since her father left.

Suddenly, Morgan Jr. noticed.

On the external projection screen of the commercial building across the street, a tall figure in a steel armor appeared.

At the corner of the street not far from her, the entire ten-meter-high wall was graffitied with a metal back.

Passers-by on the street, many people have the same pattern of clothes, some children not much older than her are wearing the same style of golden masks, or palm covers that glow with daylight.

They kept saying the names "Iron Man" and "Tony Stark" in their mouths, and left farther and farther away with the pain of the past and the yearning for the future.

Yi Meng's voice came to his ears at the right time: "What you see now is not all your father's inheritance."

"The greatest legacy he left behind is the prosperity of this world and even the universe."

Yi Meng saw little Lolita crying.

Morgan didn't hold back this time, and let the tears wet his immature face.

Cry out, it will feel better.

Yi Meng did not make a sound of comfort like Potts. Although the other party was only a child over five years old, this was a fact that would have to be faced sooner or later.

He didn't exaggerate.

Without the last snap of Iron Man's finger that killed Thanos's army, as the only chance of a reversal in millions of timelines, the world would not be in the current prosperous and prosperous state.

definitely.

Behind the prosperity and prosperity, not all good things...

"Ahhh!! Someone is robbing!!"

The woman's screams suddenly sounded from a corner of the street.

Passers-by on the street looked there in horror, and saw a middle-aged woman fall to the ground, the grocery basket she was carrying scattered all over the floor, and the masked strong man with a handbag fled quickly.

"Blame it, blame Iron Man!"

"If they didn't bring me back to life, how could I be here?!"

The masked gangster threw down a sentence illogically, his exposed eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, seeing the pistol he was holding tightly in his other hand, passers-by ran away in panic.

All of a sudden, the streets of New York were in chaos.

"If you don't want to get bullets, get out of the way!"

The masked gangster let out a low growl. No one dared to stop these desperadoes, and pedestrians on the street gave way one after another.

And when the pedestrians on the street gave way, there was only a blond loli with big eyes filled with tears, still standing on the road blankly, as if she hadn't noticed the masked gangster rushing this way.

"Whose child?"

"Who will save her!"

The brains of many passers-by who saw this scene were buzzing. Seeing that the masked gangster was about to hit the little girl directly, a commercial drone suddenly lost control and fell obliquely, hitting the masked gangster's face.

"Fack!!"

The masked strong man screamed, the corners of his eyes and face were cut by the propeller of the commercial drone, the mask fell off, and he fell directly on the street floor while covering his bloody face!

(end of this chapter)