Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

Chapter 162: Emma and Taylor

Fury was in a bad mood because Lincoln was back.

Although it was only a short video, Fury was certain that it must be Lincoln because of his uncompromising style.

He originally thought that Lincoln, who had taken away the mansion, would go on a long journey, at least not coming back for a short time. However, he was disappointed. Within a year, Lincoln came back again.

The driver and car cut in half by the heat vision were still lying on the road, but this no longer mattered. What made Fury nervous now was the reuse of an open space.

Yes, the vacant land left by Lincoln when he moved the building was resold by some stupid guy.

Nearly a billion dollars in profits made some people lose their minds and reach out to that piece of land that occupies a prime location in Manhattan.

They plan to build a new office building there to respond to Manhattan's increasingly prominent construction needs.

As for Lincoln, like Fury, those people believe that Lincoln, who has moved away from his hometown, will not come back in a short time, and they should start to transform and reap benefits as soon as possible.

As a result, they had just completed the second auction of the land and put up the sign, and Lincoln came back beyond everyone's expectations.

...

Fury no longer cared about the headache of Tony Stark's disappearance in the Middle East, grabbed his ID and walked out the door.

A lot of movement caught the attention of Coulson, who came to report with documents: "Director? What are you doing?"

"Remember to call me boss." Fury glanced at Coulson and the documents in his hand: "Go to the Middle East to report and bring Tony Stark back."

Coulson:???

In just one sentence, he was sent to the Middle East to perform a mission. This made Coulson a little confused for a moment, but before he could speak, Fury's figure had disappeared behind the elevator door.

When he drove his specially modified car that could even withstand individual rocket launchers and rushed through eighteen traffic lights to reach his destination, Lincoln was already sitting on a bench in the green park early.

The roar of the car engine made him look sideways and looked at Fury: "8 minutes and 45 seconds, pretty fast."

Fury heard a hint of ridicule in these words, but he didn't care about it. Instead, he followed Lincoln and looked at the vacant lot that had been listed: "I can explain it to you."

"Okay, I have plenty of time. I can listen and see how you plan to explain." Lincoln nodded, leaned on the bench and looked at Fury leisurely: "You can say it after you think about it."

Facing Lincoln's playful gaze, Fury fell silent. After a moment, he chose to give up the idea of ​​deceiving Lincoln with the lies the agency had come up with.

According to his understanding of the person in front of him, Lincoln may have understood everything clearly, and now he is waiting to teach him a lesson when he speaks.

Fury took a deep breath and then looked further away: "As you can see, some people made a profit by reselling your land and decided to build a new office building here."

"It seems that the power of the United Firm is not very strong." Lincoln looked thoughtfully at the people who had entered the scene before him: "Or maybe they are just people who resell land..."

"I don't know about that." Fury shrugged and sold out the other people without hesitation: "SHIELD is mainly responsible for security issues. These economic issues are handled by other people."

"Really." Lincoln chuckled and pointed to the street lamp on the side of the road: "Do you know what's missing there?"

Fury looked over and shook his head: "I don't know."

"One thing we all know is that capitalists are the best ornaments used to decorate street lamps. Hanging a capitalist for every street lamp will be the best scenery."

"I have counted. There are a total of 87 street lights near my site. Appropriate accessories must be hung on each street light. I will give you 12 hours. I want to see you before the street lights turn on tonight.

determination.”

After saying that, Lincoln stood up and patted Fury on the shoulder, took out a round fruit with his backhand and stuffed it into his arms: "Watermelon, this is your favorite fruit."

Holding the plump watermelon in his hand, Fury couldn't help but fell silent. For a moment, he felt that Lincoln was teasing him.

In a capitalist country, a capitalist is hung as an ornament on a street lamp, and a watermelon is given to a black man as a gift. If this is not done with ulterior motives, Fury would not believe it.

But even if Lincoln had ulterior motives, there was nothing he could do.

Going to war with Lincoln because of some daring people? God knows what Lincoln would do if he just showed up and killed a man in the street.

Fury decided to take a leap of faith and install appropriate ornaments on the streetlights around the Lincoln Land.

There are only 87 capitalists, which sounds like a lot, but with a little bit of effort, New York alone can meet the requirements.

If everyone involved in land reselling is hanged on the street lamp, no one will object to this, unless they want to become accessories themselves.

Lincoln left, but before leaving, he reorganized the collection that he had carried with him for who knows how long.

As the huge building hit the ground with a large shadow, with Manhattan as the center, news of Lincoln's return began to spread rapidly.

At this moment, countless people's expressions changed drastically, and the expressions of those who had participated in land reselling were even more ashen.

They wanted to struggle, but as soon as their palms touched the phone, there was a knock on the door. Then, a man in black with a noose in his hand stood in front of them with a smile, as if he was serving the noble God.

Ordinary customer: "Do you want us to put it on for you?"

"No! You can't do this to me!" Looking at the knotted rope, the capitalist's blood memory seemed to be awakened, and his body began to tremble: "You are inhumane!"

"I'm sorry sir, if you are willing to risk your family's reunion to convince the person who remains humane, we can not bring it for you, otherwise the reality is that you will have to spend some time with the street lights."

As the man in black spoke, he walked in, causing an even more horrified roar: "No, no!!!"

On this day, New York is destined to be unable to be calm, and even the entire United States cannot be calm, because the historical repertoire of hanging capitalists will be staged in Manhattan.

When the lights turn on at night, the shadows cast symbolize the darkness of these people.

Of course, this had nothing to do with Lincoln. After admiring those capitalists who dared to risk their lives to gain profits by hanging themselves on street lamps, he left.

Just like the most anticipated moment of a hanging is always the moment when the person is hanged, Lincoln had no interest in watching the corpses floating in the air.

If it weren't for the purpose of establishing dignity, he wouldn't even let these people hang here, but would directly use heat vision to reunite their families.

Now he only punishes the first culprit, how merciful he is!

There were corpses of capitalists floating at the door, which meant that the collection museum would not be able to open today. Lincoln simply visited the Continental Hotel again.

Although the consumption level of this place is relatively high, I have to say that the services provided are also good.

For example, now, Lincoln is holding Emma Watson, who has just grown up, in his arms. (Marvel's current timeline is 2008, and Emma was born in 1990.)

Lincoln didn't bother to find out how the people at the Continental Hotel managed to get an actress who was currently in high demand to come here to greet the guests. It was just some transaction.

He just wanted to enjoy the taste of Emma in her youth. As for other things, they were all trivial!

...

United Office of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Looking at the man in black in front of him, Fury took a deep breath: "Did you send it over?"

"Yes." The man in black nodded: "Emma Watson, it seems that he is very satisfied. He should spend the night at the Continental Tavern tonight and will not take into account the curfew in Manhattan."

"After tonight, you can go find him again, and you should be able to remove the bodies of those guys from the street lights, and the impact of the incident will be minimized."

"That's good, that's good." Fury didn't feel guilty at all for pushing an adult girl into the adult world. After all, Hollywood is obviously more chaotic.

Programs to hang capitalists are inevitable. It would be good if the impact of the incident could be reduced. He is just an actor, which in his opinion is not important.

Lincoln knew what they were thinking, but he was happy with Emma and was happy to spend the night in bed pretending not to know.

I have to say that the experience was really good, especially after he asked Emma to only wear a wizard robe. The vague temptation was white... very strong!

the next day.

From the half-covered Emma beside him, who was covered with a silk quilt, Lincoln determined a truth: the human body can never be compared to Superman.

After a night of hard work, Lincoln will never be the first to lie down!

After giving Emma a casual squeeze, Lincoln stood up and walked out of the room.

In the bar, Winston had been sitting here early. When he saw Lincoln, he immediately raised the wine glass in his hand: "Good morning, sir. How were you last night?"

"Very good." A knowing smile appeared on Lincoln's face: "I like this kind of youthful and energetic girl."

"Really?" Winston said slightly, "Maybe I know someone else, do you want me to introduce you to you?"

Upon hearing this, Lincoln immediately became interested and walked up to him with a bottle of Coke: "Let's talk about it."

"I know there is a female singer named Taylor. As a newcomer, she needs the help of some insiders. She is now trying to contact the Jonas Brothers. But if you need it, I can introduce it to you first and let you become

Her guide."

As Winston spoke, he opened his phone and put it in front of Lincoln: "This is her picture."

Looking at the phone screen, Lincoln was silent for a moment: "Her last name is Swift?"

"Yes." Winston nodded.

"Very good, I agree." A smile appeared on Lincoln's face: "Where's the time?"

"Any time." Winston took the phone back and said, "Young people always have free time. You can just decide."

"Then let's do it today." Thinking of Emma in the room, Lincoln smiled even more: "Tell me, Winston, what do you think?"

"A special commission." Winston took out a stack of documents: "Tony Stark, chairman of Stark Industries, disappeared in the Middle East. Pepper Potts, assistant to the chairman, sent a letter to find Tony.

·Stark’s commission.”

"The remuneration is very attractive, but the Continental Hotel cannot complete it, so..."

An unknown smile appeared on Lincoln's face: "So you want to transfer this commission to me and let me find that Tony Stark?"

"Yes." Winston nodded.

“Is the Continental Hotel short of money?”

"It's not money." Winston nodded: "The reward given by Ms. Pepper Potts is weapons, the purchase authority for a batch of weapons that the Continental Hotel needs."

"Isn't she an assistant?" Lincoln's brows couldn't help but move. He didn't remember that Pepper in the original plot had this authority.

"Some things happened in Stark Industries while you were away." Winston shrugged: "If you want to know, I can tell you."

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to take care of this." Lincoln flipped through the documents in front of him: "I've been asked to take the next step and send people to my room. In addition, I asked Taylor to bring a message to Emma, ​​clean up and wait for me to come back."

"Okay." Winston nodded first, and then suddenly understood something: "Are you ready to leave now?"

"What else?" Lincoln took another bottle of Coke from the counter: "Just this little thing, it's not worth setting aside time to do."

...

Middle Eastern desert.

In a cave that was not clearly marked on the map, Tony, who had an electromagnet installed on his chest, hammered the iron sheet and forged it into what he wanted.

Ethan, who was living here like him, made him a suggested electromagnet to absorb missile fragments near his heart, but then Tony built himself an Ark reactor that could get rid of batteries and wires.

Relying on the elements extracted from the missiles as reactants, the furnace in his chest can work normally until the day he dies of old age, but Tony is obviously not willing to stay here until he dies of old age.

Fooling the terrorists who didn't understand mechanics or the blueprints, Tony resolutely implemented his steel armor plan. As for the missiles required by the terrorists...

For those illiterate people, Tony casually fooled them by telling them things they couldn't understand.

"Are you sure this is really feasible?" Seeing Tony once again crushing the illiterate people in terms of IQ, Ethan stepped forward uneasily: "With these things, we can get out of here."

"No, no, no, these are just tools." Tony looked away and pointed at his head: "The thing that really takes us out of here is this, my smart brain."

"Okay." Ethan was speechless about Tony's narcissism, and just reminded: "How long do you need? Those guys are becoming more and more impatient."

"It's going to be quick. If everything goes well, it won't take more than a week..."

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