The Death Knell

"Hey, are you alive?" Tony poked Wade's butt with his toe. Because the soft flesh felt very good, he stepped on it a few more times: "Stop pretending, I have ballistic analysis here."

Wade hugged Tony's thigh like a vicious dog, rubbed his nose on it, and squeezed out some tears:

"Wow, you finally came to save me, they all bullied me."

"Hey!" Tony kicked him away with one kick, and flew back a few steps with his hands and feet spitting fire: "Jarvis, carry out the anti-biochemical anti-virus program. I'm worried that this man has AIDS or syphilis. He may be a gay."

There were some small nozzles exposed on the upper and lower sides of the armor, and something like car glass cleaner hit the armor, and the gas was emitted through the vector nozzles that adjusted the flight attitude, drying the armor itself.

"The anti-virus program has finished running, sir."

Wade held his index finger in his mouth and looked at Tony's armor with some envy from a short distance away.

In fact, it's not that he is greedy for great strength, but after calculating how much this armor is worth, he feels envious from the bottom of his heart.

After killing the poison, Tony became more confident again. After keeping a safe distance, he surveyed the battlefield and chatted with Wade:

"You helped me on the boat last time. I helped you this time. We are even."

"Can I owe you any more?"

Wade stood up, picked up the two guns he had dropped, and put them on the waistband of his underwear.

Iron Man raised his head and looked at the hovering invisible Aegis fighter, waving his hands like a fly.

The mk3 that was not painted last time was finally completely finished today, and some waterproofing and anti-large unit equipment were installed. I originally planned to fly to Los Angeles tonight to have fun.

If he hadn't scanned the stealth fighter in the sky, he might not have noticed the situation here. As soon as he arrived, he saw a man planning to kill Wade.

This is not okay, Wade is Happy's friend, he can't ignore it.

Tony directly asked Jarvis to concentrate the energy on the thrusters, and with a diving shoulder collision, the Punisher flew to nowhere.

A perfect rescue, especially after Tony noticed that many people nearby were secretly taking photos or live streaming, he had to pay more attention to his image.

Since he invented the Internet more than ten years ago, Tony has not forgotten the product of a broken love while studying engineering. In addition to making money from the arms department, the network department jointly established by Stark Industries and Wilson Enterprises was also very profitable.

The earth has long entered the information age. I dare not say anything else, but Tony can guarantee that Stark's wireless base station covers the entire New York. Anyone who purchases a monthly package can use their mobile phone or computer to access the Internet wirelessly anytime, anywhere.

Now anyone with a mobile phone can set up a live broadcast for free on the "Youtube" jointly operated by the two companies. Using Jarvis as the central processor, cloud computing technology can greatly reduce the hardware requirements of low-end terminals.

In other words, when traveling in the city, celebrities like Tony must maintain perfect posture at all times to avoid being photographed in any indecent scenes, which can be directly linked to the company's stock price.

"Is that schoolbag yours? Take it home." Tony shook his head, expressing that he didn't want to have anything to do with Wade: "I won't ask you why you were holding a gun and confronting a murderer on the rooftop on such a beautiful night. No, don't tell me, I don't care anyway, I have to wait for the reporter to come for the interview."

After driving away S.H.I.E.L.D.'s stealth fighters, Tony removed his golden visor, revealing a smiling face with a mustache, ensuring that he looked handsome when facing the cameras of the news helicopter.

Wade rolled his eyes, capitalists are so ruthless.

He walked over and picked up his little pink schoolbag, patted the dust lovingly, held it in his arms, and wrapped it in a windbreaker.

"Then I'm leaving. I'll treat you to a hamburger next time."

"Definitely next time."

Tony watched the helicopter land slowly and drove Wade away without looking back, speaking words full of sincerity.

How could he go out to eat burgers with other men when he was so busy?

However, at this moment, both of their eyes suddenly turned white, and there seemed to be only one color left in the world.

The white light disappeared in an instant, and Tony's face suddenly wrinkled. Where did Wilson TV hire a new photographer? The lighting is too bright!

He took out the sunglasses with his backhand and put them on the bridge of his nose. He felt much better now.

But the next second, he saw the helicopter rising and flying into the distance, and there was a muffled roar like thunder in his ears, and something seemed to be wrong.

"Huh? Have I lost my news appeal? Where are they going?"

Tony was very unhappy. He threw away his tens of thousands of dollars worth of sunglasses, pulled off the mask of his armor, and flew into the sky. Only by standing high could he see far.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a very obvious black shadow, a huge monster, in the distant direction of the New York coast.

Going back in time a little, across the street, in a small cake shop on the first floor.

During the melee on the rooftop, an arrow fell into the cake shop and landed right in the middle of the four people.

Daisy plans to pick it up and collect it. Maybe she can sell it for money in the future. Maybe the man with the bow and arrow will have fans in the future? And there are always people willing to spend money to buy equipment used by masked people.

For example, Captain America, the gloves he used during World War II, the military lunch box he drank from, and the high-top leather boots he wore were all recycled by the World War II Memorial in Washington at a high price and are now in the exhibition hall.

Some heroes of his generation also have fans, but their commercial value is not as high as that of Captain America.

This arrow may not be worth much now, but it may not be valuable if it is kept for decades. Of course, this depends on the bow and arrow boy's ability to live up to his expectations.

The value of the masked man's original equipment is often linked to its performance. If this person's record is a mess, then his things will never be sold at a high price.

Daisy did indeed do this at first. She picked up the bow and arrow and held it in her hand. However, as the situation on the rooftop changed, after the person who was using the bow and arrow was knocked off the rooftop by the Punisher, she threw the arrow to the trustee in disgust. you.

There is no hope of increasing the value. With such a shameful performance, the things he used will never increase in value in this life.

Thor took the arrow and started playing with it curiously.

Of course he often used bows and arrows in Asgard, but he had never seen an arrow that looked like a small melon. Shouldn't it be sharp?

After shaking it and tapping it, the inside of the cantaloupe seemed to be hollow.

Thor stretched out his finger and pressed the shiny silver 'button' at the top of the arrow.

As a result, the cantaloupe exploded instantly, and a large net popped out to cover his entire body. Then blue current spread out from the fine net made of metal wires.

"Zizzizi!"

The electric light flashed, and all of Thor's hair lost its shape. He rolled on the floor in pain in the blue-lit store.

The three women hugged each other, took a few steps back, and swallowed.

"Is there electricity?" Daisy sighed. Fortunately, she didn't touch it when she held it in her hand just now.

"There is electricity." Jane said with certainty, it was all obvious.

"Should we save him?" Caroline asked through gritted teeth.

"No need?" Daisy replied in a low voice, stretching out her finger to point to the inside of the large net full of current: "It doesn't look like the current is strong. Look, he is still laughing wildly. Silly girl, let me tell you, some men just have a hobby This mouthful, the more electric it is, the better it will be for them.”

"Oh." Caroline nodded in understanding: "Maybe Oleg is also such a pervert."

"You're underestimating how perverted the chef next door is."

Daisy looked deeply at her friend and said meaningfully.

Hearing the girls' unreliable exchange, Dr. Jane Foster sighed quietly. She acted quickly, picking up the plastic gloves for washing dishes and the heat-resistant gloves for taking things out of the oven. Wear:

"He's not smiling, it's because the muscles are contracted by the electric current stimulation. Didn't you see that his gums are completely exposed?"