The Hearthstone system of a certain American comic

"We now have the seeds and formula of the Extremis virus. If you are injected with the Extremis virus, your current symptoms of exhaustion will improve, but it is risky and I did not intend to give it to you." Yan Luo said.

"Then why are you planning to use it for me now?" Hayabusa asked weakly.

"Because you are very weak now, counting on it is also a choice. If it succeeds, you will not only get better, but also become stronger than before. But if you fail, you will explode and die. This is a choice. It's up to you to decide whether you live or die," Yan Luo said.

"Then what do you hope for?" Falcon Dragon looked at Yan Luo.

"What I hope for, I keep that in mind. I don't want your choice to be affected by what I hope for." Yan Luo picked up the bottle of wine again, unscrewed the cap, and placed it in Falcon Dragon's hand.

"Is this wine delicious?" Hayabusa looked at the bottle in his hand doubtfully.

"It tastes very good, and there isn't much left. This is the only bottle left. I drank the previous bottle with the leader of Hydra." Yan Luo smiled, "I have tasted one cup, and it tastes very good. It is indeed rare. Good wine.”

"Yes." Hayabusa's eyes flashed. He didn't seem to be thinking about whether the wine was good or not, but about how to make the life and death choice proposed by Yan Luo.

After thinking about it, he naturally raised the bottle and poured it into his mouth.

"Ahem." Hayabusa coughed, as if he was choking.

"You'd better sit up and drink, as it's easy to choke." Yan Luo reminded.

"I'm very cold, extremely cold. I don't want to leave the bed." Hayabusa said, "I've never drunk before."

"never?"

"Well, never. When I was working alone before, I was afraid that alcohol would cause trouble." Hayabusa said, "It can numb people's minds, right?"

"Yes."

"It can also give people courage, right?" Hayabusa asked again.

Yan Luo was silent. He knew that Hayabusa drank this bottle of wine, perhaps not because he wanted to enjoy the delicious taste of alcohol, but because he hoped that alcohol would give him courage.

At this point, although Hayabusa didn't say his choice, there was no need to say it because Yan Luo already knew what he would choose in the end.

"He will fuel your own courage." Yan Luo said, "The one who really makes the choice is you, not it."

Hayabusa licked his lips. Although he had just finished drinking the wine, he felt that his lips were still dry, so he took another sip.

"I know." Falcon Dragon said.

"So, you decided."

"I made a decision."

In the operating room, Jemma Simmons was sorting out the materials. She was very serious, and Yan Luo couldn't notice when she walked in.

"Simmons." Yan Luo said coldly.

Hearing the sudden sound, Simmons' shoulders moved as if she was startled, and then she turned around.

"What's the matter?" Simmons asked.

"Have I reminded you not to let Falcon Dragon have any problems?" Yan Luo asked.

"That was a problem he had, and the virus was always lurking in his body," Simmons explained.

"Is this the reason you made up?"

"Do you think I, think I caused him to do that?" Simmons asked.

"Yes, Hayabusa had a premonition that you would do something to him. After all, you have resentment towards him. It was he who personally tied you and Fitz here." Yan Luo said.

"No, I have no grudge against him. I only had grudge against you before, because those were your orders, but recently, Fitz and I live a very good life, working on time, getting off work on time, having fun, eating and sleeping, I have no complaints," Simmons said.

"really?"

"I've had a good life, I don't want to cause trouble, I'm not that kind of stupid woman." Simmons said.

Yan Luo squinted his eyes. From the look in Simmons' eyes, he couldn't tell whether what he said was a lie.

"So, the virus has always been in his body, why did it only attack after your operation? He is extremely weak now and has chills all over. He even agreed to a very dangerous project I proposed." Yan Luo asked coldly.

"There are different types of viruses and different triggering methods. He was injured,