The Hearthstone system of a certain American comic

The bar owner's statement was too sudden, and it was difficult for Nick to accept it for a while.

But the development potential does have a certain appeal to him.

"Well, think about it, how could I be like that for me." Nick was a little incoherent.

"I know what you want to say, but it's not for yourself. It's not what you imagined. It's not like betraying others to obtain information for your own selfish desires." The bar owner said.

"That is?" Nick frowned.

"First of all, this has nothing to do with your girlfriend. It's not about betraying your girlfriend. Your girlfriend is just a part-time worker. Secondly, this is not selfish desire. Think about it, the so-called superheroes are not just for people when they are in danger. Are you born to protect everyone and win applause and respect? You want to be a free superhero, but you will definitely punish evil people and help good people when you have time, right? So your original intention of becoming a hero is not selfishness; You are serving people, so why are you talking about selfish desires?" The bar owner said, "Besides, this matter is not harmful to anyone. The technology of the Hero Association should have been contributed long ago and shared with everyone. This step you have taken , is a step to contribute to all mankind, why do you think of so-called selfish desires? Everything is different from what you think. Don't look down on yourself, what we are about to do is right."

Nick's brows widened, and the bar owner's long speech made him shaken.

"But, I still don't understand." Nick said, "What does shelter mean to avoid the limelight? Are we going to the universe? When will we come back?"

"This is not necessarily true. Even President Eric has not decided yet, because he has to wait for the storm to pass, and then come back quietly and without anyone noticing. By that time, everything has changed." The bar owner said.

"Changed? What changed?" Nick asked.

"Okay, it's nothing. I just said the wrong thing. What has changed is that the limelight has dropped. This situation has changed." The bar owner said with a smile.

"Yeah" Nick fell into thinking.

"In short, it's your choice, young man. President Eric and you are both black compatriots. Don't compatriots help each other?" the bar owner persuaded, "If even compatriots are hesitant about whether they should help each other, Then, it’s no wonder that black people are always discriminated against and looked down upon.”

"Mad!" Nick slammed the table, "I agree!"

"You agreed, young man?" the bar owner asked.

"Well, I figured it out, but my potential"

"Don't worry, I will tell President Eric your needs, and he will try his best to help you on the spaceship. First, you go and figure out the equipment for the development of the Hero Association's spaceship. Then, when you come here again, I will You introduce me to the president." The bar owner said, "Time is not generous, you must complete these things quickly."

"I'm not, not ready yet." Nick said.

The bar owner smiled, "Yeah, of course no one can prepare for this kind of thing right away, but I think it's not that difficult, right? Believe in yourself, you don't need too many tedious preparations, you just need to You can use clichés intentionally or unintentionally, but don’t say it clearly, don’t mention me, and don’t mention President Eric. You know these are extraordinary times. President Eric doesn’t want to be nominated. He hopes that the world will quickly forget him, so as to avoid the limelight. After it passes, he reappears in the world's sight, and that's it, do you understand?"

"I understand half of it, haha." Nick smiled awkwardly, "I understand now that I need to use a trick, right? Get that position."

"Yes, what you have to do is that simple. The rest, what I said before about President Eric, you don't need to think about anything. You just need to remember your things. This matter only matters to you. The benefits, and working with President Eric will make you huge," the bar owner said.

"Ming, I understand."

Underground in a certain desert, there is an underground spaceship R&D center. This is the main base for spacecraft R&D managed by Ines. It is relatively secretive and only insiders know its specific location.

The entire R&D center is located underground. Due to the layers of camouflage in the desert on the ground, it is completely undetectable with the naked eye.

Of course, Ines is the manager, but not the main developer. The main person responsible for participating in batch spaceship development is Fitz.

Fitz's initial mission was to develop a small and medium-sized spacecraft with both speed and stability. This research soon achieved a breakthrough. Fitz had worked for SHIELD. He didn't need too much innovation in spacecraft technology. The original technology of S.H.I.E.L.D. needs to be applied.

Now, Fitz's mission supervision, his daily job is to supervise the output of the spacecraft one by one.

Today, Fitz woke up from the bed as always, washed up, drank a cup of coffee, and prepared to continue today's work full of energy, but at this moment, he received urgent news.

This place has been invaded.

This news undoubtedly cheered up the sleepy Fitz immediately. What? Has this been invaded? This is the Hero Association's spacecraft research and development center. Not to mention its level of confidentiality, its defenses are as tight as those of the former S.H.I.E.L.D.

Even if it is invaded, the intruder will be instantly wiped out, right? But this situation seems to be a little different, because if it was wiped out instantly, the news would not reach his ears in such an urgent way.

The news came from the warning light. The red light and the rapid sound indicated that someone had intruded, and Fitz understood this.

The warning light will not sound for no reason unless someone pulls it by mistake, but the management here is strict, who dares to pull it by mistake? The punishment for pulling by mistake is far beyond what ordinary scientific researchers or armed guards can afford.

Fitz rushed out of the room. There was only one armed soldier in the mechanical corridor. This was far beyond Fitz's expectation. Ever since Fitz was transferred here to participate in the development of the spacecraft, the corridor has been full of patrolling soldiers. At a glance There were more than a dozen of them when I looked over, but now the entire corridor was empty, except for an armed soldier standing at his door.

"What happened?" Fitz asked.

"There are intruders, Mr. Fitz." The armed soldier said, "They have all gone to the front line to support them. I am responsible for telling you the news."

"You don't have to stay here to tell me," Fitz said. "The warning sound says it all."

The armed soldier nodded and said, "Yes, but I'm not just here for this. I have a secret order from Chief Ines, and I am fully responsible for your safety. Even if anything happens, I must ensure that you are alive."

"Is this situation serious?" Fitz asked.

"I don't know how serious it is. I don't know at all now, so I will take you to the control room. From there, you can see the situation ahead through the surveillance system. Whether the intruders have been suppressed, what our casualties are, and whether we can hold on. , you can find out there." The armed soldier said, "Besides, there is something very important there that can ensure your safety."

"Something very important? To ensure my safety? What is it?"

"We shouldn't waste time now, it won't be worth it if we die here," the soldier said.

"From your tone, this invasion is serious?" Fitz asked.

"I don't know, I'm just guessing." The armed soldier said, "What is the situation? We can only go there and take a look. Mr. Fitz, maybe the matter has calmed down, maybe it has not. This is not sure. But there is only one life, for your life and for mine, okay?"

"Okay, take me to the control room."

The road to the control room was very deserted. There was not a single patrolling soldier in the mechanical corridor. Most of them were going to the front to capture or eliminate the intruders. Soon the two of them arrived at the control room.

As the mechanical door opened, Fitz and the armed soldiers walked in. In the control room, there was an old scientist inside.

"Things are not good." The old scientist muttered, staring at the monitor screen.

"How's the situation?" Fitz walked over and looked at the monitor screen.

Through the surveillance screen, Fitz learned that the situation was indeed as bad as the scientist said. Switching the position of the surveillance screen, no matter which screen was displayed, there were corpses everywhere, and all the dead were armed soldiers here.

"Switch the display, we have to see what the intruder looks like." The soldier said to Fitz.

Of course Fitz understood this, he kept switching the screen images, and finally locked on an office.

Inside the office, stood a one-armed black man wearing a mask. There were three corpses in the office.

"Is this the intruder? Only one person?" the soldier frowned.

"Just one person did it. We may have lost hundreds of guards." The scientist said.

"We should call for reinforcements." Fitz made a decision immediately. "This man is very strong, but if the boss comes, I think he can be eliminated quickly."

Fitz knew that Yan Luo was an extremely powerful being.

"Yes, I tried to call the headquarters and ask for support." The scientist said, "But the signal was completely blocked."

"The signal is cut off?" Fitz frowned.

"Yes, this guy seems to know the strength of our foreign aid very well, so he has been prepared for it and did not intend to give us a chance to call for reinforcements from the beginning." The scientist said, "Otherwise, any cadre sent by the top management can kill this gangster. Ghost?"

"Don't we have super soldiers? Here, in this secret research and development center." Fitz asked.

"You know, manpower is needed outside. Although our work is very important, the confidentiality means that it is generally not discovered." The scientist said, "So the defense force has not reached a very high level."

"That is to say, all the guards here are ordinary people? There are no superpowers?" Fitz asked.

"No, not necessarily. We still have a super guard here. He is not completely empty. This is to deal with respective dangerous situations." The scientist said, "However, he is just much stronger than ordinary people and more agile. That's it. That’s it, he’s terrible at using weapons, so I don’t have any expectations for him. If our armed guards can’t resist the intruders, we’ll have to wait to die.”

"It's not like waiting to die." The soldier suddenly said, "Even if it comes to that point, I can still protect you two."

"Speaking of which, who are you?" the scientist asked.

"Oh, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Sherlock Holmes, from the British Empire." The soldier introduced himself.

"Wait, did I hear you correctly? Your name sounds familiar." The scientist frowned.

"It does look familiar," Fitz said. "Like a famous person from the old century."

Holmes smiled and said: "I have heard of this name. You two know a lot about it. It is actually human gene regeneration technology. My thoughts are indeed that of a person from that century, but I know that I was cloned."

"How did you become a guard?" asked the scientist.

"These are really not important at all right now," Holmes said. "Isn't the most important thing the current emergency?"

"Well, that's right." The old scientist said.

"What should I do? Can you tell me what you said before?" Fitz said.

"Yes, that's a comprehensive way to protect both of us." said the old scientist.

"This is not yet an emergency. It is not yet certain that we are in danger. The super soldier you mentioned has not yet fought the intruder." Holmes said, "If the black man comes close to the control room, I will naturally Tell me the solution."

"Can't we say this normally?" the old scientist asked.

"Yes, otherwise, when there is a crisis, everyone will think about this instead of fighting. For the guards, this is a bad thing." Holmes said.

"But we are not guards. Does it matter if we know?" Old Technology asked.

"Of course, everything is passed down from one person to another, and it is my duty to do so." Holmes said, "No one is trustworthy except yourself."

Fitz looked at Holmes and said, "Aren't you responsible for protecting me now? Wouldn't it be easier for us to use your method earlier, or have a greater chance of escaping from danger? The method you mentioned is a secret escape passage, right? "

"You are very smart, as expected of Mr. Fitz." Holmes smiled, "Indeed, in this room, this control room, there is an emergency escape passage, which is very secret."

"Then let's talk now!" said the old scientist, "Do you think anyone else can stop that black man?"

Holmes looked at the screen and said calmly: "Is this person the only super soldier you mentioned as ours?"

The old scientist looked at the screen and nodded, "Yes, it seems they have met, but this guy may not be a match for that nigger at all."

When the camera turned, the one-armed black man wearing a mask was facing off against a white man about two meters tall in combat uniform.

"Aren't you afraid? I fought all the way here." The one-armed black man spoke, and this voice was clearly Eric's.

"If you're afraid, you won't come." Bai Bai said, "I'm different from those miscellaneous fish. I am a warrior who has been injected with a small amount of the Extremis virus, and I am also an adapter of the Extremis virus."

"I've heard of the Extremis virus. You said you were injected with a small amount. So, why was it a small amount?" Eric asked.

The white man snorted coldly: "A small amount is the safest amount. This thing may cause the human body to explode and kill itself. Although I admire power, I have no intention of risking my life."

"So, this is why you are weak." Eric smiled, "You are unwilling to sacrifice, afraid of death, and only inject a small amount of strengthening agent. This is the reason why you are weak. The weak will always be weak, just because you become A strong heart is not worth mentioning." 11