Marvel Nephalem

The sun has set over the sea.

Annie was taken into the room to rest by Tracy Walker. Since it was difficult to guarantee the safety of Hell's Kitchen at night, Tracy was also left behind and would live with Annie.

Under the warm light, Tony Stark and Clark Kent sat at a table with a dazzling array of Chinese food, staring at each other.

Clark Kent, who had a shaggy beard, slowly raised his hand, and under the gaze of Tony Stark, who was facing a formidable enemy...

He picked up the brown wine jar and shook it.

Then he poured another drink for Tony and himself.

"I can't do it anymore." Tony Stark, who looked a little red, leaned on the chair and kept waving his hands: "I don't want to drink and lose my vital signs."

Clark didn't answer, just smiled and pushed the wine glass in front of Tony with his hand, and touched it with his own glass: "Go on, they are all resting."

Tony Stark shook his head, rubbed his temples, and raised his eyes to look at Clark Kent, who was still listening.

He could feel the satisfaction with the current life from Clark's calm old face, and he could also feel that the other party had no ill intentions.

The words he wanted to persuade Clark to join the Avengers were stuck in his throat for a while.

"Honestly, the purpose of my visit this time is to persuade you to join the Avengers."

Tony looked at Clark Kent who showed an understanding smile and said truthfully: "But now I have changed my mind. Clark, you know how much damage you can cause. I want to make an assessment and hope that you can make a decision that will not cause harm to society." Guarantee of Harm.”

"I can't force an old man to go to war."

Hearing this, Clark nodded repeatedly. He picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp. He asked, "It's just an evaluation."

"Sure, but if you want..."

Just as Tony was about to extend the topic, Clark immediately interrupted: "I don't want to, and I won't."

Clark saw Tony nodding to indicate understanding, and then continued: "The strength should be five times that of ordinary people, the reaction speed should be faster than ordinary people, the resistance to blows and recovery ability can meet the strength requirements, and the hearing is also balanced with the improvement in this aspect. It’s improved, but maybe because I’m old, my vision is not up to that standard.”

"There is also a special ability that can make people feel stressed. I don't know why, but I can do it if I think about it."

Clark's words made Tony speechless. He asked: "This means that your pressing strength is about 350 kilograms."

"Ah."

Clark nodded and saw that Tony had not moved the glass and had no interest in drinking it.

Tony sat on the chair with a regretful expression on his face, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long time, Tony suddenly said to himself: "I had a dream. It was very real. I was carrying a nuclear bomb to blow up the Chitauri flagship and pretending to die in space."

"Tell me about it." Clark was also interested. He didn't have the habit of watching movies, and the system didn't mention it for a long time. Even if he took the initiative to ask today, the system didn't respond as if it had disappeared. This aroused his desire to explore. .

"In the ruins, Natasha, Barton and everyone died."

Tony looked anxious, with dark bags under his eyes and brown eyes that showed real fear, although he tried his best to hide it.

"I found Rogers on the ground and I was wondering if he was still alive and he suddenly woke up and grabbed my hand and said."

Tony's eyes were dodgey and he looked extremely anxious. He picked up the wine glass with a smile, drank the wine in one gulp, and said with a forced smile: "You could have saved us."

The street lights downstairs flickered on and off, and Tony Stark's personal bodyguard Happy Hogan opened the car door so that Clark could put Tony, who was drunk in his arms, into the car.

"Thank you, otherwise I might not be able to do it alone."

Happy just held Clark's hand and was about to say something.

Tony, who was sleeping soundly in the back seat, suddenly sat up, pointed at Clark with bright eyes and said: "Old Kent, I... will leave you a suit of armor, what kind of armor do you want... Um"

Tony said as he lay back down and fell asleep again.

This scene made Clark laugh. He patted Happy Hogan on the shoulder and said, "You have a good boss and take good care of him. Only then will there be hope for the world."

"Of course Tony is the best boss."

Happy nodded hurriedly, he was afraid that Tony would vomit in the car.

Clark Kent, who returned upstairs, immediately asked in his mind: "Do you think his dream is real?"

The system did not respond, leaving Clark with no choice but to use his ultimate move: "Speak, otherwise you will have to consider whether your energy is enough."

"Aha, I just fell asleep...What does the noble host want to know?"

The system smiled in a far-fetched way: "Oh~ Tony Stark's dream, probably due to post-war post-traumatic stress disorder. In the comics, he was able to live long enough to take a group of kids like Captain America and others to a superhero summer camp."

"That's good, I want to be free for a few more years."

Clark, who said he agreed, didn't believe it at all, but since the system was symbiotic with him, there was no reason to lie to him about important matters, so he could only choose to wash up and go back to the house to sleep, and slowly talk to him some other time.

In order to show his sincerity, Tony removed the drone surveillance, which made Clark, who had no burden in his heart, fall into a deep sleep.

He was so deep that he didn't even notice that there was a small hole in the corner of the ceiling, and the camera that had just started inside was constantly focusing, recording everything about him.

The signal transmitted by the camera reaches the Port of Hudson to the northwest. Among the clusters of containers in the port, the sound of gun bolts is being pulled faintly.

This is a temporary stronghold hidden in a container. Armed personnel with guns on their waists and black body armor are hidden in every dark corner, silently alerting them to any unusual movements around them.

In the center, in a black iron container, Dennis Luther, wearing a black suit, is looking at nine monitors put together. Several Middle Easterners wrapped in black face scarves are standing quietly beside him.

The dark screen displayed images one after another, and in the center, Clark Kent, who was covered in scars, was sleeping soundly on the bed, shirtless.

Apparently to prevent Tony Stark from discovering the surveillance equipment they secretly installed while Clark was out, the signal transmission was turned off in advance.

A Middle Eastern man wearing a black hijab asked in broken English: "Boss, don't we take this opportunity to kill them?"

With a sullen face, Dennis Luther used his right arm that seemed to be intact to pull out the large-caliber special revolver from his waist, pointed it at the sleeping Clark Kent in the monitor, then inserted it back into his waist angrily: "Wait for two more days, wait until Anne has reached a cooperation agreement with Stark Industries, and we will take action."

As he said that, he took out his pistol again, wiped it carefully and said, "I don't have to worry about my own money."