[Zhongyingmei] After Chaoying killed me

It was already 08:30 in the evening, and the special lecture hall in Stark Tower was shining with lights and voices were buzzing.

Numerous reporters sat around the open space in front of the table in the lecture hall, holding notebooks on their laps to record, while the cameras set up around the back were aimed at the horizontal table directly in front of the lecture hall.

As the CEO of Stark Industries, Ms. Pepper is sitting in the middle of the long table facing the reporter's questions. Wyatt is sitting on Ms. Pepper's right hand side, facing the flashing lights that light up from time to time in front of her.

The New York War is over, and the work of the superheroes to save the world has come to an end, but the planning department of Stark Industries has just started their work-maintaining the company's external image and stabilizing the stock of Stark Industries after the war.

Wyatt did not expect that he was not an ordinary employee, but the deputy director of Stark's industrial planning department.

After receiving the temporary overtime text message, Wyatt hurried to Stark Tower, but he did not expect to see a sign with his name on the long table.

——I thought I was just a small employee, it would be good to touch the fish and paddle the water!

Cramming for the time being, Wyatt had to quickly look at the information provided by the system, and at the same time pay attention to the situation of everyone present, so the reporters saw the young deputy director of the planning department of Stark Industries staring blankly at his hand. The manuscript, occasionally raising his head to scan the crowd, has been silent.

Sure enough, they were still too young, and some old fritters shook their heads silently in their hearts, feeling sorry for Stark Industries.

"Hello, Ms. Potts, after Mr. Tony Stark replaced the company's CEO last year, we noticed that the shares of Stark Industries have continued to fall, and the income has also dropped a lot compared to previous years."

After skillfully and exquisitely answering several difficult questions from reporters, a reporter's high-pitched voice attracted everyone's attention.

"As the chief engineer of Stark Industries, Tony Stark has shifted his focus to becoming a superhero, or is he ignorant of people?"

All eyes were on Pepper for a moment, waiting for her to respond.

Wyatt frowned slightly.

This question is sharp enough.

A year ago, Tony Stark shut down Stark International's weapons manufacturing division, and the company began its transformation into clean energy.

The stocks of companies in the transition period are not stable, not to mention giving up the huge profits in the arms industry, and the clean energy industry has just started, so the company's profits are naturally not as good as in previous years.

But it’s hard to answer this question. If you say it truthfully, it’s like saying that Tony made a wrong decision, and avoiding an answer is more like admitting Pepper’s dereliction of duty as CEO.

The question was sharp and unreasonable, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell that it was aimed at Stark Industries, but everyone looked at Pepper as if they were watching a show in order to write a manuscript that attracted people's attention.

Tony, who was repairing the armor and watching the live broadcast, was furious.

He threw down the half-repaired palm cannon in his hand angrily, and stared at the screen engrossed.

He had known for a long time that someone would deliberately make things difficult for Pepper at today's press conference.

But Pepper refused him to go to the press conference in person—please, with Tony's temperament when he encountered such a thing, the stock price might drop by a few more percentage points.

He wished he could put on his steel armor and fly to the scene right now, grab Pepper's microphone and answer in person - but thinking about the consequences of doing so, Pepper's face might be even uglier afterwards than now, Tony restrained himself Impulsive, he picked up the donut on the table and took a bite.

The thick icing did not cheer him up.

A pair of hands suddenly took the microphone in Pepper's hand, and did what Tony wanted to do.

The camera turned to Pepper's right side, the young man who had been ignored by everyone for a long time, who looked completely inexperienced.

"Sorry, this question should be answered by me, the deputy director of Stark's industrial planning department." Wyatt stood up and said in a long official tone.

Pepper also turned her head to look at Wyatt. To be honest, she didn't have much impression of this young man who had just taken over from the previous deputy minister.

The planning department of Stark Industries has specially divided some work, which is responsible for guiding public opinion and maintaining the corporate image. Wyatt's position is dedicated to this part of the work.

And it's always been a thankless job.

There is a large shareholder who is self-willed enough to create many things one after another-to be honest, if the New York Times does not have this rich man on the page one day, it is really a rare thing.

The regular work of the previous deputy minister did not satisfy the wayward rich man, and he was even dismissed by Mr. Stark in a rage because he tried to distort the facts to maintain the company's image.

No one dared to take over this difficult and job-losing job, and this young man who had only been employed for just two years was pushed to the front.

The urgent press conference did not go through too much discussion. In the original plan, Wyatt was just a background board to fill the scene. It would be even better if he could answer some clichés in a satisfactory manner.

Pepper didn't know what Wyatt wanted to do, but Pepper was full of trust through the sincere light gray eyes looking at him.

"Sir, I want to ask you a question first." Wyatt said politely, the voice was not too loud, but it was enough for the reporters off the field to hear clearly through the microphone.

Perhaps it was because Wyatt's appearance was too young, or maybe it was because of his mildness and youthfulness in his brows and eyes. The reporter who asked the question didn't pay attention to this young man who looked very bully at all. Arthur asked.

This also made Tony frowned in front of the screen. He, who was always flamboyant and unruly, didn't like this seemingly weak way of coping.

"May I ask if the eyes on your head are decorations?"

The reporters in the audience froze with a slightly arrogant expression on their faces, and the sudden words made him unable to distinguish the meaning for a while, but when he reacted and his eyes widened before he could get angry, Wyatt continued .

"Stark Industries has fully transformed and promoted clean energy. This Stark Building is a benchmark for renewable and clean energy. It is completely powered by self-sufficient new clean energy. Have you forgotten the press conference of Stark Industries' transformation?" Have you seen it? I will ask my assistant to organize a video and send it to you later, please leave me an email address?"

In the eyes of everyone, Wyatt's exquisite and delicate facial features have completely faded away at this time, and he grinned with a mocking smile: "It's because there are people like you who can't see the big Stark in the middle of Manhattan." Can the stock price of a person whose signboard is lit by new energy not fall?"

There was low-pitched laughter from the audience, and the reporter who asked the question blushed and then turned pale, and wanted to ask more questions, but he couldn't speak for a while, and sat there dejectedly.

Wyatt bowed to the audience, indicating that he had finished speaking, then handed the microphone back to Pepper, and sat down again as his background board.

Pepper naturally took over the microphone, followed Wyatt's words and began to introduce his new business.

One sang /red/face, and the other sang /white/face, which naturally exposed this sharp question, and no one had the cheek to watch the excitement.

"Hanhan, you are so handsome, really, for a moment I became a fan of you."

The system stared at everything in Wyatt's mind - if only he had eyes or a mouth.

"I have discovered the essence of this mission." Wyatt suddenly replied in his mind in a wrong way.

system:?

Wyatt: "The Avengers have assembled some of the most powerful people in the world. If I succeed in reporting my thigh, then no matter who the enemy I want to avenge is, it will be solved—especially my boss is Jin Lord Papa!"

Wyatt, who had just browsed through all the information of his boss, felt that his eyes were bright.

system:…

System: That's how he's handsome for less than three seconds, right?

And the father of the gold master Wyatt said, sitting in front of the screen, even forgot the half of the unfinished donut.

"—Whoah," he said, his caramel-colored eyes widening, "I mean—whoah."

This is really——too much to my liking!

"Jar, call out—" Tony paused, and found that he still didn't know the name of his employee. Fortunately, there was a sign with his name in front of everyone's seat, "Call out Wyatt Carvey Ze all the information."

The screen in front of Tony was divided into two halves, one half still played the live broadcast of the press conference, and the other half showed Wyatt's ID photo.

Jar's pure British accent with a mechanical sense sounded: "Wyatt Caviezel, 25 years old, graduated from the School of Humanities and Social Sciences of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, and then entered Stark Industries..."

"I don't want to hear this, Jar." Tony rolled his eyes and waved his hand. He didn't have any interest in the dry information, but looked at the photos on the screen with interest.

The youthful brown shattered hair was softly pasted on his head, and his facial features were exquisite and delicate. Stark, who had high requirements for appearance, had to admit that this boy was very pleasing to the eye.

"—I thought you might be interested in this, sir."

Jar, who was interrupted, did not continue to read Wyatt's resume, and a video popped up on the screen.

The video has a serious color cast and the picture quality is very blurry. After Jar processing, the content on the screen can be seen clearly.

This is surveillance video from the camera.

The angle of view is on the street, a girl is sitting on the side of the road and crying loudly, and there are occasional figures running in a panic on the street, which happened during the battle in New York this afternoon.

Tony frowned suspiciously, not knowing what Jar would do by bringing this video up.

The monster stepped on the aircraft and broke into the surveillance screen, pointing a gun at the crying girl on the ground.

Then a young man rushed over to protect the girl, stopped the bullet in an extremely unscientific way, knocked the monster into the air, and finally sucked the gun from the monster's hand into his own.

Although the video is not very clear, it can be seen clearly that this young man is Wyatt.

——Newton's coffin board can't bear it anymore!

But seeing Captain America who has lived into the 21st century, seeing Dr. Banner who can transform into a green monster in minutes, and Sol who lives in Nordic mythology but appears alive in front of him, Tony has been able to accept all this calmly.

What's more, Tony has also heard about the research on mutants. He raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect things to become more interesting.

"This video was taken from S.H.I.E.L.D. News," Jar added.

SHIELD?

"Delete video source, obtain and delete all materials related to Kiyat in S.H.I.E.L.D."

Tony, who has always been unimpressed with S.H.I.E.L.D., rolled his eyes, and said that he would not be quiet if he could add to the chaos—no, he said, based on the principle of protecting his own subordinates.

After quickly browsing through all of Wyatt's information, Tony hooked the corner of his mouth.

The press conference didn't last long, and after it was over, Pepper walked to Wyatt, who was standing aside.

"—I'm sorry, I was too impulsive just now." Seeing his boss approaching, Wyatt immediately apologized obediently.

"There's no need to apologize." Pepper smiled at Wyatt friendly: "I also have to thank you for saving me just now, you did a good job."

"This is my duty." Wyatt squinted his eyes, and the phone in his pocket vibrated twice suddenly. Wyatt politely greeted him and motioned him to leave first.

Walking out of Stark Tower, Wyatt turned on the phone, and there was an unread message in the phone information bar.

[Mr. Wyatt: I wonder if you are interested in joining the logistics department of the Avengers, responsible for connecting with the news media and coordinating the work of various departments. This will be your part-time job and you will get extra salary. 】

Signed by Tony Stark.

"—Wow, it looks like the mission is about to be completed?"

The sudden text message surprised Wyatt, and under the urging of the system next to his ear, he typed a line on the keyboard.

"Of course, my pleasure."

Very good, one step closer to the father of the gold master. Next, we will draw closer, report to the thigh, complete revenge, and accomplish it in one go, and reach the pinnacle of life from then on.

"Ding—congratulations to the host for completing the task, and get the reward: increase the survival time by 30 days."

"Congratulations for getting an extra reward: 10 points."

"Do you want to use points to restore part of the memory?"

The countdown timer floating in the upper right corner finally turned back to green, and Wyatt suddenly had a floating option in front of him.

This is also the option that Wyatt is most looking forward to.

Restore memory.

Since his so-called "rebirth", Wyatt has no sense of substitution in the present world without the memory of the past.

Life is not expected, death is not to be feared, and Wyatt, who has no ties to this world, is probably the only motivation for this energetic system in his mind that bounces around every day.

What was your past like?Who are you?

This question haunted Wyatt all the time.

Wyatt rushed home, packed everything, and lay on the bed. After confirming that everything was correct, he selected "Yes" under the line "Whether to use points to restore part of the memory".

A white light flashed, followed by a bumpy sight.

Surrounded by ruins full of gunpowder smoke, the blazing light shone on him.In the raging flames, countless people ran and howled.

Wyatt couldn't stop his pace, his body ran forward uncontrollably, and there seemed to be a knife cutting in his heart, the pain was suffocating.

"attack."

A cold and ruthless order came from the ear, which came from the headset.

He stopped, and his eyes moved up involuntarily.

A golden-red figure hung in the sky and broke into Wyatt's sight. One person was suspended in the sky and the other was on the ground, looking at each other with a steel mask hundreds of meters away.

Then the golden-red figure raised his arm, a dazzling white light burst out from the cannon in his palm, and the brilliance struck with the sound of howling wind.

For some reason, Wyatt clearly understood that he could avoid the white light, but he couldn't control his body, so he could only watch the white light pass through his chest.

Wyatt straightened his back suddenly, his breathing was rapid, and cold sweat ran down his forehead.

It was already dawn at this time, and the sunlight outside the window shone on his slightly moist brown hair and brought him warmth, which calmed him down a little.

In that instant, Wyatt felt death.

"...the system." Wyatt's voice still trembled with the aftermath of a catastrophe.

system:?

Wyatt: "I seem to...have a thief as my father?"

system:? ? ?

The author has something to say:

Of course, this seemingly polite invitation letter was written by Jar -V-