The Godfather of American Comics

"You've rescued Tony Stark?"

Coulson exclaimed and jumped out of bed.

What speed is this?

Did you just ask him about the news yesterday?Was he rescued today?

Could it be that...he went in directly?

Just thinking about that bloody scene made Coulson's head buzz.

"How did you get in?"

Coulson asked carefully.

"How do you get in? Of course you go in."

"No, I mean, how did you get in?"

"Ha ha."

Weller chuckled: "Breaked a prison guard, changed his identity, and walked in."

As long as the money is available, it is not easy to find a prison guard who is not satisfied with the status quo.

Now, the prison guard has taken the money to live in another country.

"call!"

Coulson breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the imagined scene did not happen.

Weller saw Raza's eyelids moving, and then punched him again, and then said: "Colson, there is someone I need to hand over to you, who may be helpful in clearing Tony's charges."

"Who?"

"Terrorist leader who testified against Tony."

Hearing Weller's understatement, Colson's face changed slightly.

He could guess what danger Tony Stark faced just by thinking about it.

"I understand. I will take people to find you right away. Where are you..."

"Stop pretending, I know you found my address."

With SHIELD's ability, it's not easy to find his current address.

"Haha." Colson laughed dryly and said, "We'll get there as soon as possible."

"Oh, by the way, it's getting late now. I was afraid of the noise, so I trapped the thing and threw it in the trash can. You can just take it when you come."

"Ok."

Colson looked helpless.

He felt like they were collecting garbage.

Weller hung up the phone, carried Lazar to the trash can, and tied him up with a rope. When he was about to stuff him into the trash can, he felt a little unsafe, so he casually broke his hands and feet, and then removed his chin. down.

During the whole process, Raza burst into tears of gratitude to Weller, woke up and then fainted with excitement. This seemed to happen several times, and she fell asleep peacefully from exhaustion.

Putting Lazar, whose face was still stained with tears, into the trash can, Weller closed the lid thoughtfully, feeling like a caring Santa Claus.

When he got home, Weller didn't see Tony. When he was wondering, Parker appeared in front of him and pointed to the bedroom with his little paw.

"He's in there watching Hope."

Weller's eyes flickered and he strode towards the bedroom.

After seeing Tony covered in blood and looking at the sleeping Hope with a smile, his expression froze.

Good guy, those who didn’t know better thought he was a bloodthirsty pervert who wanted to do something terrible to a little girl.

Weller walked up to Tony and patted Tony gently.

Tony came back to his senses, nodded to Weller, and walked out of the bedroom.

Wheeler: "?"

What do you mean when you nod?

Weller came to the living room with his mouth twitching. When Tony spoke, he pointed to the bathroom and said, "Go, go and clean yourself up first, and you won't be afraid of blood dripping on Hope."

Tony opened his mouth, suppressed his doubts about little Hope, and walked into the bathroom.

Watching the bathroom door close, Weller wiped away a few drops of blood on the floor and sat on the sofa with a solemn expression.

Tony was about to ask about little Hope just now, but he didn't know how to talk to Tony yet.

In solving the problem of Little Hope's growth, if you want to get Tony's wholehearted help, you must tell Tony the true situation of Little Hope.

Then why did he hesitate just now...

Is he afraid that Tony will find out about the relationship between Little Hope and him in another world and take Little Hope away?

Weller's eyes flickered, and then he smiled bitterly.

Maybe so.

Unconsciously, little Hope has become a part of his life.

After a few seconds, Weller grinned.

If Tony knew the truth and would ask to take away Little Hope...

"Then just kill him."

The soft murmur seemed to be piercingly cold, making Tony shiver in the bathroom.

After a while, Tony changed into Weller's clothes and walked out.

"Much more comfortable."

Tony sighed and walked towards Weller, sat down on the sofa next to Weller with a casual attitude, and said, "Is there anything to eat?"

"Wait."

Weller went to the kitchen to get some leftovers and put them in front of Tony.

Tony's face darkened.

"Just let me eat these?"

"Otherwise, I'll send you back to jail?"

Tony looked solemn: "I think these dishes are pretty good."

Weller raised his eyebrows, feeling that after a series of events, Tony had changed a lot.

Tony quickly filled his stomach and remembered the doubts he had been suppressing in his heart, so he couldn't help but ask.

"Isn't little Hope growing up a little too fast?"

Weller nodded helplessly and said, "Do you still remember what I said before that I wanted your help?"

"remember."

Tony suddenly understood and said, "When you say help, do you mean Little Hope?"

He originally thought Weller would ask for money, weapons, etc., but he didn't expect...it would be for Little Hope.

Suddenly, Tony was in awe.

"Yes."

Weller looked towards the bedroom upstairs, with a gentle smile on his face, and said slowly: "She is a very smart and well-behaved child, but because of some circumstances, she grew up very quickly."

As he said that, Weller looked at Tony solemnly: "Can you imagine that she is less than five months old now?"

"Five months!"

Tony's eyes widened and he exclaimed.

"But Hope looks..."

Weller said calmly: "Judging from her physical development, she is almost the same as a one-and-a-half-year-old child."

Tony's eyes flickered.

"Gene editing?"

Although he is not good at genetic bioengineering, compared with ordinary people, he is an expert.

"Maybe so. I don't know much about this."

"But who can edit genes and control the growth rate of children?"

Tony was puzzled.

Weller smiled slightly at Tony and said, "Want to hear a story? A story from another world."

"another world?"

Tony looked shocked.

Weller briefly told Tony about the zombie world and told Tony the story of Hope.

When Weller stopped, the whole living room was silent.

"You mean? Hope is food made by me who turned into a zombie in another world?"

Tony was extremely shocked by what Weller said.

"That's right." Weller nodded and said, "It's precisely because it's food that Hope is so fast."

"No, what I mean is that it is made based on my genes. Doesn't that mean that little Hope is...my child?"

"It's you from another world."

Weller seriously corrected Tony's language problem and emphasized: "Little Hope has nothing to do with you in this world."

Tony breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

Well done to Wheeler for not holding him accountable!

He's not ready to be a father yet.