[Zhongyingmei] After Chaoying killed me

Tony knew he was going to have an anxiety attack, and Jar had told him all about the scans.

But at first he didn't even think about this damn anxiety attack that could occur at any time.

—Please, who is he?

Playboy, billionaire, New York's favorite superhero Iron Man.

Until he fell asleep, holding the missile over and over again into the endless wormhole.

Until those aliens, different dimensions, and countless more difficult things appeared in my mind over and over again.

Until that afternoon, I rushed out of the crowd and got into the armor, as if I could only deal with anything if I was wearing that armor.

"Your ability is not just that iron shell."

Because he had been in a coma for a day, the young man's usual cold voice was a little hoarse, but it was enough for Tony to feel the solemnity in his words.

"You said that you have the smartest brain in all mankind."

——Yeah, without that battle armor, what would you be?

Count geniuses, millionaires, playboys, philanthropists.

He is also arguably the most powerful mechanic in the world.

Without the battle armor, he is still the best superhero.

The violently beating heart gradually calmed down, and Tony took a deep breath, feeling that he was no longer trembling.

Tony raised his head, and the young man standing beside him looked at him with his hands still on his shoulders.

Tony tensed up for a moment, and the faint worry in those light gray eyes made Tony subconsciously recognize and open his eyes: "Hey, this sentence is a bit familiar-it seems that my employees can still remember everything the boss said talk."

"But now is not the time to be a star, although I know everyone loves Tony Stark - maybe when I get back I can give you an autographed photo."

——Although, he really deserves a beating.

Wyatt twitched his lips and retracted his hands, pretending not to notice that his boss deliberately changed the subject.

"I think a salary increase is more appropriate. It will make me love my boss more." Wyatt said coolly.

Tony: "..."

Tony felt he had met his match.

"They're going to complete the plan in the central laboratory, not far from here." Wyatt said with a quick glance at the screen that only he could see.

Tony nodded, he had already memorized the topographic map here.

"—but before that, you have to change clothes," Tony said.

Ten minutes later, two "researchers" in white lab coats walked side by side on the road leading to the central laboratory.

Another unlucky researcher was knocked out and hid in a cabinet.

"Why are you here? You're about to start making preparations!" The other people in the same clothes they met on the road hurried to the central laboratory, and a person who was obviously in charge of everything told Wyatt and the two of them. , "Go and assemble."

Tony and Wyatt nodded and squeezed into the crowd.

There are 30 to [-] employees in the laboratory, huddled together waiting for the person in charge at the front to speak, and no one noticed that there were two more faceless people in the crowd, and the badges on the badges did not belong to their faces. ID Photo.

"Quiet, quiet." The person in charge standing at the front cleared his throat and said, and everyone stopped whispering.

The person in charge was a blond man who looked only in his 30s. He glanced at his employees with black-rimmed glasses, and spoke with a smile on his lips.

"I know that everyone has been waiting for this day for a long time, and there are still two hours to witness the success of the Extremis Project, but the most important thing now is to do a good job of checking, so that no mistakes can be made..."

It seemed that such a mobilization meeting was needed every time before something happened, and Wyatt and Tony rolled their eyes when they heard it below.

"This matter has something to do with the military. Have you contacted your friends in the military?" Wyatt asked in a low voice, looking at the fully armed security guards standing around with weapons.

"I've sent the message to Roddy." Tony replied.

But since Rody said that he was going to find the vice president, there was no more news, and Tony had a vague premonition.

"But it might not be very reliable, you know, people like them in movies are usually late when things are over." Tony added.

Wyatt: …

Meaning, it's time to fight alone again?

Oh no, at least there are two more people this time. If it's a movie, it must be two male protagonists.

Wyatt grumbled.

The person in charge finally finished speaking, and everyone began to disperse and take action.

"—I'll go over there and have a look."

Wyatt greeted Tony, who was pretending to be checking the reagents, and walked to a room next to the central laboratory.

According to the system, the blood sample he just detected was stored here.

It's good news that tonight's action has kept them from doing research.

Looking around, no one noticed his movements, Wyatt opened the door and walked in.

The moment the door was closed, Wyatt froze.

A gun was placed behind him.

"...The person in charge asked me to come here to take samples." Wyatt raised his hands and said nonsense.

The person behind did not speak, and seemed to be thinking about something.

"The blood sample is on him." The system reminded.

——This matter can’t be improved, the reason I made up seems to be overturned.

Wyatt held his breath and squatted down for a moment. At the same time, a gust of air pushed up the hand holding the gun of the man behind him with force that cannot be underestimated. Push hard against the wall.

"boom--"

There was a muffled sound, and the bullet was shot into the air. The sound was not loud, and people outside the house could not hear it at all.

This is a gun with a silencer.

Only then did Wyatt look back. A person also wearing a white coat was tightly leaning against the wall. The gun in his hand was pointed back at Wyatt, and his body was standing in a state ready to fight back at any time.

The photo on his chest is also completely different from his appearance.

He's not from the lab.

"Who are you?" Wyatt asked in a deep voice. Although he was unarmed at this time, the man with the gun in his hand still felt tremendous pressure.

"Hand over what's on you." The man didn't speak, Wyatt frowned and said, "That's not what you should have."

"You're not from here either." The man finally spoke, his voice hoarse as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.

The ability Wyatt used made that person dare not act rashly, and he was afraid of attracting people outside the door, so Wyatt also did not dare to make too much noise.

The two were deadlocked in silence.

"Hand it over, I can let you leave safely, otherwise—"

Wyatt frowned and threatened, moved his index finger lightly, and a wind blade slashed across the man's cheek, blood slowly oozing from the severe wound.

"Ding--"

"Successfully damage the target of revenge, damage value: 1, gain survival time: 1 minute."

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