[Zhongyingmei] After Chaoying killed me

"—There's hope here."

At the Stark Expo site, a light-blond curly-haired man clutched his chest and sighed in the crowded aisle.

The tall, red-haired man next to him looked around wearing sunglasses, and shrugged irresolutely: "Whatever, angel, I really don't understand why you like to come to this kind of place, the people here are really—— "

He twisted his body to avoid a child who almost ran into him with an ice cream in his hand, nimbly like a snake moving forward.

"Too much," he grumbled, wrinkling his nose.

The term "angel" here is not some affectionate pet name or other nicknames, the man with pale blond curly hair is really an angel.

Aziraphale is an Angel of Power. He is wearing a well-pressed three-piece beige suit, with a straight back, and the middle button of the suit vest is a little tight, tightly attached to his slightly bulging belly. superior.

Aziz is a slightly chubby angel who can still see the sense of holiness from his gentle and easy-going face.

And the tall, thin, red-haired man next to him who walks crookedly is called Crowley. He is not an angel, he is a demon, or an angel who can't be said to be fallen, but more like an angel who is slowly strolling down. . [1]

Of course, in his own words, he was once an angel and had no intention of falling, he just made some bad friends.

In terms of status, they should have been the greatest enemies, but they have known each other since the seventh day of the creation of the world, and it has been 6000 years since then—it is somewhat of a bad relationship.

All in all, they are each other's best friends.

Maybe there are other connections, who knows.

Aziz took a donut out of his suit pocket—no one knows why donuts fit in a suit pocket, and this is the third one the angel has found—and took a bite. Showing a happy and satisfied expression, Crowley looked at him helplessly.

"Relax, relax." After taking the last bite, Az took out a clean white handkerchief and wiped the corner of his mouth carefully, and said in relief, "This is the most advanced place of human technology, I really don't know how their short vitality is created out of these—wonderful things."

There was admiration and yearning in his expression: "Aren't you curious, Crowley?"

Crowley grumbled impatiently, but it was clear that his looking around gave him away.

Indeed, he likes the 21st century very much. The progressive technology not only allows humans to do a lot of things, but also makes them a lot more convenient for angels and demons who keep pace with the times.

That's why he'd agreed to come with Azzi to this damn crowded fair—well, he admitted, he'd come with Aziz even if he wasn't interested.

"Did you feel it?"

The angel who always showed a gentle attitude on weekdays suddenly frowned and became serious. He stopped and looked at Crowley: "This is uncomfortable and creepy malice."

"I don't think so, I like 'creepy'," said the red-haired demon, closing his eyes to feel it, then grinning.

"——Crowley." Az dragged out his tone, his eyes full of helplessness and disapproval.

"Okay, okay, I see." The devil curled his lips and snapped his fingers, "This fair is indeed a good place to breed jealousy and hatred, and it cannot be destroyed."

In the expo venue, the bombs and guns hidden in several bags turned into something else in an instant.

After a while, there were several screams outside the venue, and the New York police arrived in time to take away those people, and the commotion quickly subsided.

The angel showed a gentle and relieved smile and looked at the friend beside him. The devil grinned back without any malice, and the sunglasses slipped slightly. Under the bright lights of the scene, the pair of golden snake eyes were particularly dazzling.

Wyatt didn't know what was going on off the court, and there were more anxious things waiting for him to solve.

There are less than 10 minutes before the opening of the expo. According to the plan, Tony should have been finishing his image in the backstage at this time and preparing to appear on the stage, but Tony, the organizer, has not yet come to the scene.

He's not even in New York.

Ms. Potts called Tony half an hour ago. Tony's voice was not particularly clear in the noisy background, but Pepper and Wyatt understood. Tony is now doing what his other identity should do ——Iron Man has his mission again.

The reactor on the chest was removed, but Iron Man was still Iron Man—Tony compressed the volume of the reactor and embedded him directly on the battle armor, which was the same as before, and even more usable.

And half an hour later, there was still no news from Tony, and even the communication was cut off.

Time passed by, the exhibition was about to start, and reporters had already squeezed into the backstage to conduct live interviews.

But unfortunately, they rushed to nothing.

Wyatt rubbed his hair helplessly, then stood up and greeted him helplessly.

——On the bright side, Wyatt, at least there is no wayward boss talking nonsense for you to smooth things over. It's just an interview, which is much simpler.

Wyatt comforted himself.

It was a reporter from the Daily Planet who came to interview. Wyatt saw the label on the microphone and nodded in a friendly way.

But the aggressive words of the reporter were not stopped because of Wyatt's politeness.

"...We are now at the backstage of the Stark Industries Expo, and we can see that everyone is preparing nervously for the opening ceremony. I heard that today's highlight is the latest clean energy from Stark Industries. The first step in the transformation of Tucker Industries from the arms industry..."

The reporter introduced to the live broadcast camera, and then changed the subject.

"Interestingly, Mr. Tony Stark, the organizer of the event, was not available for this interview, which led many to question whether this transformation was just to maintain his public image as Iron Man, or whether To redeem the past, what do you think, Mr. Caviezel?"

Hearing this sharp and malicious question, Wyatt slightly raised his eyebrows, while the burly young man with rigid black-rimmed glasses holding a video camera frowned tightly.

Clark Kent, aka Superman, is today's casual photographer.

The photographer who was supposed to come here was a friend of his nodding acquaintance. The photographer who was in a hurry couldn't find anyone who could take over the job, so he had to ask Clark who was supposed to go home from get off work to write the manuscript.

The good old man Clark naturally wouldn't refuse. He took the job and followed the main reporter of the job to the backstage.

But he didn't expect that reporter's question draft to be so...

Clark pushed his glasses and sweated for his colleague and colleague, but he didn't feel sympathetic at all.

He must have never seen the press conference held by Stark Industries after the New York War.

The last person who did this was ridiculed by his colleagues in the industry until now.

"Sorry, I don't seem to understand what you mean." Wyatt said, "Atonement, why atonement?"

"For those who lost their lives in war because of Stark's weapons."

The reporter thought Wyatt was deliberately pretending not to understand, added.

—Look, Stark didn't show up backstage, just a young spokesperson, and tomorrow's headlines are here again.

And Wyatt grinned, as if waiting for this sentence.

"You mean, the arms manufacturers are the original sin? It's wrong to invent and provide advanced technology?"

Wyatt's eyes widened, innocent and indignant: "Do you dare to say this to the American soldiers on the front line? Do you dare to say that to the scientists who have worked hard in research and development?"

The reporter was overwhelmed by the sudden rhetorical question, but Wyatt did not let him go.

"It is not the person who researches it, but the user that really determines the function of a weapon." Wyatt looked at the reporter meaningfully, "I hope you can understand what you are talking about."

The live broadcast footage recorded all of this and played it in real time. Clark, who was holding the camera, applauded Wyatt's impeccable answer in his heart, and at the same time sighed for his colleagues.

I'm afraid I won't be able to keep this job.

"And—" Under the prompt of the system, Wyatt pointed to the stage, and finally said to the camera, "Who said he didn't come?"

As Wyatt moves, Clark turns the camera on the stage.

The countdown to the opening ceremony has reached the last moment. The moment "1" jumped out on the big screen, the golden-red figure landed in the center of the stage with a loud noise.

The battle armor automatically scattered and flew away, and the person inside stood in the middle of the stage in a suit and leather, raising his hands above the audience.

In an instant, the countdown ended, and the fireworks exploded into the air, bursting out with bright light, setting off those big caramel-colored eyes with brilliance.

The screams were endless, and at this moment he seemed to be standing on the top of the world.

The angels and demons who did not want to participate in the crowded environment did not see this scene. They stood in front of a booth on the periphery and looked at the screen.

What happened to be broadcasting on the screen was the live broadcast from the Planet Daily. The kind angel frowned in dissatisfaction with the reporter's harsh question, but stretched out because of Wyatt's sharp counterattack.

"The kid is smart," he remarked.

On the other hand, Crowley touched his chin, half guessing and half sure asking: "Have you felt the law of time in him?"

Az was stunned for a moment, he regained his focus on feeling, and then nodded: "Yes, I felt the traces of time going back on him - what does that have to do with us?"

Aziz has always been reluctant to take care of these things - the original work made him tired enough.

And his friend Crowley also had the same idea with him, he shrugged indifferently, and did not continue this topic.

"However..." Aziz said hesitantly, "I seem to feel a breath of an old friend in him."

The author has something to say:

[1] This sentence comes from the book "Good Omens".

Angels and Demons is from the British TV series Good Omens, and there are also books.

The black antique Bentley in the last chapter belonged to Crowley-it was a 1926, but still brand new antique car, Crowley maintained it very well, and never refueled.

Devil's perk - at least save a lot of money on gas.

What about the relationship between Azzi and Crowley——free testimonial~

I raised four dragon eggs on the copy page, and I can see it by opening the PC side with a computer. It may take a while to refresh the slow ones, and the location is probably directly below the cover.

Hahahahaha, you can go and have a look, the dragon will be hatched in a few days!

(I will take it off on the day I put the clip on, the number of clicks is too high for fear of killing my dragon eggs)