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Japan time, January 6, 5:15 a.m.

Murakami grabbed Miyamoto and pointed to a Japanese ramen shop open 24 hours a day.

"We don't have much time, and we don't have any clues yet." Miyamoto looked very anxious.

Murakami patted Miyamoto on the back and said, "Let's have breakfast first. I am an old man. If I don't eat, I will have no energy for the day."

Elderly people?

Miyamoto looked at Murakami's long gray hair and the strong facial features under the long hair, and felt a little doubtful. The age of Murakami became very vague, and it seemed that any one could be said in the range of twenty to fifty years old.

Ramen, Japanese steamed eggs and a bunch of side dishes, that's all for breakfast.

Miyamoto snored and finished the noodles in a few mouthfuls, then sat there and waited a little impatiently. Murakami was not affected by him, and kept a serious look on his face, quietly enjoying the plain breakfast.

At five o'clock in the morning in Tokyo, the winter sun has not yet risen, but ordinary people living in this bustling city have been forced to leave their warm beds and walk hurriedly on the road.

"I know you are in a hurry. This is related to our lives, but being impatient now will not help us save time." Murakami took a final sip of soup, clasped his hands together, and whispered "Thank you for the hospitality."

He picked up the two tea cups on the table, put in cheap tea bags, poured hot water, and handed one cup to Miyamoto.

Miyamoto looked at the tea and saw Murakami's calm but stubborn expression, so he reluctantly accepted it.

"Before I met you, I thought you were a legend." Miyamoto said.

Murakami asked: "What now?"

"Just like me, they are idiots who are sent to the door and threatened."

Miyamoto stroked the tea cup, and the warm touch did not make his heart feel warm for a moment.

His father is still waiting for money to treat his illness, but he is caught in the struggle between super villains and heroes. He is not a participant, but a puppet who is threatened and manipulated.

Maybe he only has less than seven hours left to live...

Dry!

Miyamoto stopped thinking pessimistically, it meant nothing to him. He put down the tea cup and wiped his face with his heated palms, trying to make himself more energetic.

"So, do you have any clues or direction?"

Facing Miyamoto's suppressed anger and despair, Murakami nodded slowly.

Zhila——

Miyamoto stood up suddenly, his chair scraping against the ground and making an unpleasant sound, attracting the attention of the store clerk and customers.

"Where is it! Let's go there now!"

Murakami waved to him and told him to sit down and calm down.

"Ever since I was chosen as an outcast and left to deal with Mr. Z, I have been isolated and unable to receive any information, let alone participate in the organization's decision-making.

But I have been in the Hand for hundreds of years, and this organization is imprinted with my shadow and stained with my flavor, which no one can get rid of. Payne is just an outsider, almost a stranger to this world, and his only

The source of information is Mrs. Gao."

Murakami's tone was steady and he analyzed word for word, "I have been thinking about it all morning. Based on my understanding of Mrs. Gao, she will never completely surrender to Payne. She is just using him. From the past to the present, her only

The purpose is to live. And to live, you need a keel."

"Dragon bone again?"

Miyamoto thought about the part at Stark Industrial Research Laboratory, "You said they might be in New York?"

"The location is right, but it's not the place you imagined."

Murakami seemed to have seen through Miyamoto's thoughts, "The dragon bone you stole is very precious to ordinary people, but it is no longer enough for us old guys. In New York, there is a whole piece,

Enough for her to live another four hundred years, or even more."

"Apart from New York? Is that the only remaining keel in the world?" Miyamoto asked.

"Of course not. There is another place that is closer and has more keels, but..." Murakami suddenly laughed. "She doesn't have the guts."

Murakami drank tea slowly, with a rare trace of nostalgia in his weather-beaten eyes.

That place is the Kingdom of China, where the five of them learned skills, became talented, and then... betrayed.

Those were rare pure years in Murakami's memory. Although it was not easy, life was like this cup of tea, and you could see the whole story at a glance.

Regret? Too bad to say anything. If he was given another choice, he might still choose betrayal. No one can refuse the temptation of "eternal life".

"But when I think about it, it's really beautiful."

Murakami drank all the tea in the cup in one gulp.

While he was thinking, Miyamoto was making a phone call. A minute later, he put down his phone, nodded to Murakami and said, "Your guess is basically consistent. I just had a phone call with Kingpin, and he concealed it very well.

, but I can tell that he no longer needs me. This means that he has a better partner."

Murakami stood up and pushed the chair back to its original position.

"A superpower from another world, a cunning martial arts master and an American underworld king. When these three people come together, it might be more interesting than we thought. Let's go, let's continue the investigation."

Miyamoto asked: "Don't you already know?"

Murakami walked to the door of the ramen shop and just put his hand on the door. When he heard Miyamoto's question, he turned his head and stared at Miyamoto.

"Do you want to be threatened all the time?"

After Murakami finished speaking, he ignored Miyamoto and opened the door and walked out alone.

Dry!

Miyamoto cursed in his heart and immediately chased after him.

Murong Tiezhu was slumped on the sofa, holding the remote control and changing channels one by one.

It was as if TV stations all over the world were broadcasting the founding of the Avengers. In almost a day, the popularity of all traffic idols was cut in half.

Compared to the stars who rely on their personalities, these superheroes obviously attract more attention.

In particular, the legendary heroes Captain America and Steve Rogers have become the idols and dream lovers of many girls. Within a few hours of opening Twitter and Facebook, the number of fans exceeded 10 million.

Murong Tiezhu changed the stage in boredom. These were all things in the plan. To ordinary people, they might be very novel, but to him, it was nothing more than acting according to the script.

Finally, when I switched to TV Tokyo, there were no news breaks and the morning animation program was played normally.

Tie Zhu changed into a comfortable position, happily picking up oranges and looking at Gundam.

Naruto and A Miao, who were in the back room, were packing their luggage.

A Miao took out her travel bag, folded the essential items one by one, and put them inside.

"Toothpaste, toothbrush, towel..."

"I'm going to fight, so I won't need these things." Naruto said.

A Miao's sudden tenderness made Naruto, who was used to her fierceness, a little at a loss.

"Then you have to bring the power bank and Bundy with you..."

"A Miao." Naruto held her hand, "I am a ninja, I can take care of myself, don't worry."

A Miao was stunned, looking at Naruto, and said nothing for a long time. Suddenly she remembered something, walked to the cabinet, and took out a bag.

"Yesterday before I got off work, I happened to see the new sweater I bought for you. I wanted to surprise you... It's not too late. I heard that New York is even colder than Tokyo, so you'll be warm when you put it on."

When Naruto opened it, he found an orange sweater, which matched his hair color very well.

He put it on and smiled, "Thank you."

A Miao pushed a few strands of hair from her forehead behind her ears. She took a step forward and helped Naruto straighten his collar.

"Will you come back?" she asked.

Naruto opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer.

A Miao raised her head and smiled sweetly at him.

"Nothing, just pretend I didn't say anything and go save the world."

The two walked out of the bedroom. Murong Tiezhu sat up lazily. He looked up and down at Naruto's sweater and asked him if he was ready without saying much.

After receiving Naruto's affirmative reply, Tie Zhu stood up and stretched.

"Let's go, let's go."

"Where to go?"

"New York, look for the Avengers to hug you."