Marvel Nephalem

The scorching sun rises in the east, carrying the wind and chasing the clouds.

The upper floors of the Stark Industries Building were brightly lit all night until dawn, when the lights were turned off.

The golden sunlight pouring in from the floor-to-ceiling windows shines on the mechanical table covered with parts. It is obvious that he has not slept all night. Tony Stark, who looks tired, is sitting on it. He has changed from his usual optimistic and positive attitude, and continues with a sullen face. Modify the data on the LCD panel.

The heavy steel suit with the mark 37 Igor on the front is being dismantled and replaced with the outer armor plate as the robotic arm is being dismantled and repainted with blue and white stripes.

"Tony"

Pepper Potts had obviously just woken up. She came downstairs with her bright blond hair loose, wearing a white nightgown, holding a smartphone in her hand and scrolling through something.

"Good morning, little beauty, can you bring me a glass of water?"

Tony jumped off the table and walked directly onto the mechanical platform with his back to Pepper. The seemingly bulky Igor suit immediately opened his chest armor and arm guards to accept his creator.

Pepper didn't say anything after hearing this. He just put his cell phone on the table, took a glass of water from the sink at the indoor bar, and walked to Igor's suit, which was kneeling on one knee.

Tony's solemn voice came from the sturdy Igor armor: "Ms. Pepper, I will not be afraid of strong enemies."

"Be courageous, loyal and worthy of justice."

"Be loyal and upright, and would rather die than surrender."

"Protecting the weak is not against the law of nature."

"I vow to always be kind to the weak and to stand up to the powerful."

“Fight all wrong and fight for mankind forever.”

“Be sincere and kind to your friends, and stay true to the ones you love until death.”

"Enter Tony Stark."

The sun has risen at this time, and the sunlight is shining on the two of them. Surrounded by mechanical arms full of science fiction atmosphere, and set against the gorgeous retro-style bar counter, it is like a classic Hollywood movie, in which the future queen holds cutting-edge technology and serves as a heroic knight. The canonization scene.

It's just that the queen awarded him a medal, while Pepper gave the burly soldier a glass of cold water in his pocket, causing the two of them to laugh.

"I just saw on the news that you met old Joey last night."

Pepper, who put away his smile, knelt down and looked at the bulky Igor armor sitting on the ground. He caressed the metal faceplate with concern, as if he had touched the man he loved deeply under the armor.

"Yeah, he's still such a jerk."

After a while, Tony's voice came out from the armor: "I quite believed in him when I was a child, until he died the day after my father's car accident... He was the last person I wanted to see."

"Many people don't want to meet me, but they can't avoid interacting with me."

Outside a VIP intensive care unit on the 28th floor of the Icahn School of Medicine at Mount Sinai, a greasy and fat little old man looked at Clark Kent sitting on a chair in the corridor and kept stroking his cane, as if he wanted to give him a stick.

But Clark's strong and burly body made him feel powerless. He knew very well that if he hit the stick with a stick, not only would the other person be fine, but he might also be able to dodge his waist. He could only return the cane in frustration and screamed sternly. Said: "But there is also someone I don't want to see, and that's you."

Clark, who had changed into hospital clothes, raised his broken eyebrows with scars and looked at the fat old man whose chest and belly were rising and falling. He patted the seat beside him and motioned for Joey Bode to sit down. He didn't want to sit down with him. Why should Joey start a war of words, especially over a dead person he had never gotten along with before?

Joey was obviously hostile and dissatisfied with Clark, but he had something important to tell him. But Clark had been fighting with the system for so many years, and finally understood the truth: treat someone who wants to compete with you, don’t treat him the same way. People who figure out are more patient than him. Whoever speaks first will lose the initiative.

As a seasoned veteran of the shopping mall, Joey Bode also has considerable attainments in the "Forbearance" technique.

So, the two old men, who had both stayed up all night, sat together and fell asleep for two hours at a time.

Clark was like an old monk in trance. Even though he was sitting there with a low eyebrow, his figure and face exuded a domineering air of calmness and authority.

Joey, on the other hand, looks like an old man, with a plump body and cloudy eyes, but his unusual clothes and manners cultivated by many years of being in power highlight his majesty.

This resulted in the fact that even if the two of them sat there without saying a word, they attracted the attention of patients and medical staff coming and going, and some even came to get close to each other, take photos, and seek opportunities.

Joey, who had been famous for a long time, couldn't bear to be disturbed. He stood up and pointed to the ward and said, "Let's go in and talk."

In the ward, Winnie was still in a coma, and the black guy Bruce was eating, watching his best friend Alfred and his girlfriend chatting with each other by the window, eating faster and faster.

Hearing what Joey said when he opened the door, the two men and one woman, Sanhei, immediately wanted to get up and leave, but Clark raised his hand to stop them.

He said to Joey: "It's okay, they are our own people."

Joey's lips moved, holding back the disappointment and dissatisfaction in his heart, and then he said after sitting on the sofa: "I suspect that what happened last night was controlled by Dennis. The goal is to kill you so that he can control or replace Annie for easier control." The whole Clinton bloc and Hell’s Kitchen.”

Clark, who was sitting opposite him, looked at Joey with affirmative eyes, nodded slowly and said, "That's him."

"You already knew this." Joey was stunned for a moment and quickly asked: "How did you find out? Why didn't you warn Annie?"

System: "Host, are you sure this old man is not here to set up your next action plan? Why don't you tell me your thoughts first, so that I can give you some advice and cooperate well~"

Clark ignored the system's questions and answered honestly to Joey: "Before Annie arrived in Hell's Kitchen, that is, before she found me, Dennis was about to take action when he came home. It should be that when he was about to take action, he heard from the TV They saw me."

Joey looked like he suddenly understood. He used his cane with his right hand and tapped the back of his left hand. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Then he wants to kill you so that he can become the sole heir to the property. But why is he only targeting you now?"

"He can send two snipers, or take advantage of his position to replace security personnel to poison and assassinate you, and then disappear for three years to get the shares for himself, or..."

The three black people were shocked when they heard Joey's words. The big shot actually spoke so bluntly. They thought it was all done through hints, just like in movies, which can only be understood but not expressed. Even though in their minds, these things only happen in movies, Joey also spoke in a relaxed and casual tone.

But they could also see the seriousness and high concentration on this kind of thing from Joey's cloudy old eyes. Obviously, Joey had seen this kind of thing before, and maybe he had more knowledge and understanding.