After the whitewashing of Chaoying, they were reborn [Comprehensive Yingmei]

After locking the door of the dormitory, he glanced at the papers on the bed, and found that they were all written in Kryptonian characters when he was confused.

He raised his hand and pulled it, tearing up the paper.

And released the No. [-] machine, which was dark purple all over.

Shrinking the body to the minimum, it was still a behemoth, the first machine, with its legs hugged and its head hooked, filled half of the dormitory room.

The posture is a bit cute, but when its eyelights are raised to look at people, it still looks very fierce.

Sasha took a small brush to apply maintenance oil to it, and at the same time carefully settled old scores with it:

【Boss, in fact, we can do it with a light push, and there is no need to tear him off the wall... Yes, although he is quite hateful, he is indeed a bit of a bully...】

That RA is also unlucky.

Sasha, who pursues the romanticism of mechs, happened to be in the mood that day. He released the No. [-] machine, washed its bound armor with a bucket and a small brush, and polished and waxed it along the way.

He took a nap when he was tired from washing, and forgot to put the No. [-] machine back into his backpack.Fortunately, all the summoned objects were set to be visible only to him, so they were not seen by RA who sneaked in through the door.

He had a conflict with RA in the corridor, and Machine No. [-] never wanted to talk to them.

It wasn't until the RA went crazy and wanted to push Sasha that it raised its hand and "touched" him with its fingers.

...Then RA was pasted on the opposite wall.

Sasha: [Boss, you are used to fight monsters, can you stop bullying children like this? 】

Machine No. [-] was too lazy to talk to Sasha.

The palm covered with heavy armor stretched out in front of him, which means young bb, and I continued to wash it.

The next day is the weekend.

Sasha had no class, so he greeted Griffin and went home with his schoolbag.

Empire State University is in New York State, about an hour and a half drive from Lower Manhattan.

But at the beginning, the Atwells thought that it would be better for Sasha to live on campus than to spend an extra fee for accommodation, rather than running back and forth to school.

Of course, Sasha couldn't say that he had the card [Teleport].

As long as there are precise coordinates, it is actually a matter of returning to the city in a second.

However, after he was reborn, he decided not to use item cards at will unless it was a special situation. After all, in the superhero world with normal order, capable people are still easy to be targeted by those weird villains.

He originally proposed to rent a house near the school.

University accommodation fees are quite expensive. Although the tuition fees of public universities have been reduced by 5% compared with previous years after President Luthor emphasized hundreds of times of universal education, the accommodation fees are still a big one. It also came to more than 4000 knives.

But the Atwells went to inspect the surrounding tenements, and they either thought the pipes were moldy, or the rooms were too gloomy, or the neighbors didn't look like law-abiding citizens.

They searched and searched, and always felt that it was wrong to put their precious golden retriever anywhere.

In the end, the couple took the salary card together and applied for a double dormitory for Sasha.

After they applied and told Sasha, Sasha thought about it and said nothing.

He just muttered, "Let me pay for the tuition and accommodation fees."

Hilda touched his little face and said dotingly: "We will give it to you. Just borrow it from us and pay it back after graduation."

Sasha insisted: "No, I will pay."

The Atwells confer together again.

In fact, many of their colleagues have children who have just entered college. Even if the family conditions are good, they will choose to apply for student loans;

The living expenses during the school period are all supported by part-time jobs, and after graduation, I find a job and then repay the student loan—mainly because I feel that I have more face in paying the tuition.

If Sasha insists on being financially independent as soon as he reaches adulthood, they can't discourage his son's motivation.

Hilda whispered to Johnson: "Well, anyway, the student loans are repaid after graduation from college, and we are Sasha's guarantors. It's good to secretly repay the loan at that time. What do you think?"

Johnson bit back: "I think so."

So Hilda said softly to Sasha again:

"Okay, Zai Zai, I think the coffee shop in front of your school is very good. Try working there after class? Part-time work is also a part of experiencing college life. It feels good to earn living expenses by your own labor. .”

Sasha's green eyes rolled around, but he still said obediently: "Okay."

So, now he got out of the subway station and, like every ordinary citizen living in New York, walked along the bustling Fifth Avenue to the next bus stop.

The sun is fine today.

The tired bird on his shoulder was basking in the sun, chirping in his left ear.

He teased the phantom of the little bird with his fingers.

Tired Bird pouted, and went back into the backpack.

Before he took two steps, the ground shook under his feet, and there was a bang and explosion not far away.

The passers-by around sat down in half with a "wow".

Sasha: "..."

Don't ask, just ask about New York's characteristic daily life.

While picking up the earphones, he dropped an [scp131·Eyepea] from his backpack, and let the Eyepea go and have a look.

[scp131·Eye Pea] is also one of the more than 400 item cards restored by Tired Bird.

There are several eye pods in Sasha's hand. They are 30 cm tall, brightly colored tear-shaped creatures with a pointed head and a bulging belly. There is a big blue eye on the belly.

The eyesight is very good, and the movement speed is extremely fast. It can jump 60 meters in one second, and it can also jump on a vertical plane.Both in function and in character, they are well suited to be sent to scout and protect targets.

As a New York policeman, Johnson also has one by his side. If his father is in danger, Sasha will know immediately.

Eyed Bean blares a report: [%#...%! 】

System: [AIM's Robot Soldiers vs S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents. 】

Sasha: 【What is the situation like? 】

System: [In the beginning, it was probably a barely tied situation. 】

Sasha: [Did Coulson join the battle? 】

System: [Participated. 】

Sasha squeezed the teleportation card in his hand for a while.

Before rubbing it outside, I heard a distant sonic boom in the sky.

The dazzling steel armor under the sun passed by the sky above the head at super high speed, and shot towards the battle circle in the center of Manhattan.

The tail of the battle armor dragged a cone-shaped white smoke in the distant sky, and the golden red paint was dazzling and eye-catching, and it looked like it had its own aperture.

People on the street collectively froze for a moment.

Then, falling to the ground and sitting up in a dying state of shock, all the vehicles on the road stopped abruptly!

"Ow! Iron Man! Iron Man is back from San Francisco!!"

"The richest man! Look here, the richest man! Look at your long-lost son!!"

"Look at your daughter, Iron Dad!! Your daughter can't afford to eat for three days!!!"

Sasha was stunned for a while, put the transmission card back into the backpack, and plugged the earphones again.

He hopped on a bus amidst the frantic crowd and staggered home.

System: [Enter the shield range. 】

Sasha got out of the car, crossed the road, passed through the [planetary shield] that only he could see, and ran upstairs three steps at a time.

Although it is now the restart timeline that has been successfully corrected, after all, it is a superhero world full of war damage. On the first day he returned home, he activated the invisible planetary shield, and first put the small apartment building where the Atwells lived cover.

Sasha went upstairs and opened the door, raised her hand and threw her schoolbag on the sofa.

First open your mouth and call someone: "Mom!!! I'm hungry."

Look around the bedroom and around the toilet.

Sasha: "Mom!!!"

He kicked off his slippers and looked around the kitchen again.

He ate all the potato chips in the fridge, save for a cup of broccoli salad with a post-it note from Hilda:

[Don't touch my diet meal. ps Zai Zai doesn’t eat broccoli, so I specifically refer to Johnson]

Sasha yelled: "Mom!!! There is no food at home."

Sasha closed the refrigerator door and rummaged through the boxes for a while, remembering that Hilda had left a pound of ham for the upstairs neighbors last night, telling them not to dig it out and eat it.

The hungry little golden retriever followed the smell and finally found a pound of Virginia ham.

Sasha: 【Alright. 】

He threw himself into the cupboard and ate the ham.

Hilda is off work.

Hilda saw the schoolbag on the sofa at first sight, and immediately looked for the kitchen at the second sight—as expected, half of her buttocks were exposed outside the cupboard.

Without saying a word, she walked over with plush slippers.

System: [Dangerous, dog host, dangerous. 】

Hilda slapped Sasha's ass with the back of her slipper: "...I knew you couldn't help it! You said you couldn't eat it! How can I give it away if you take a bite! Tell me how to give it away!"

Sasha was beaten and screamed.

The buttocks were covered with a pile of shoe prints, and he was lying on the sofa with his dead body.

He was a little puzzled: [Is it because I have been home too frequently recently?I remember when I first started to treat depression, my mother still kissed me every day, telling me that I love you little prince, little honey, little angel and so on.Why am I being treated like this now? 】

System: [I really can't blame your mother for this, the character of the dog host is born to belong to the mother. 】

Seeing the little golden retriever muttering again, Hilda came over and pinched his cheek: "Wash your hands and eat."

He turned Sasha's head again and looked: "Why is there a small piece of baldness here???"

Sasha: "Accidentally shaved."

Hilda was startled: "Why do you shave your own hair? If you want to change your hair, go to the barber shop, don't do it yourself."

The Atwells have special occupations. When they were very young, Sasha often waited for them to leave the night shift at the door; this situation only became better when they grew up.

Hilda is very talented in medical research. She was often poached by various large pharmaceutical companies in her early years, but she has been reluctant to enter a large private research institute under the name of a chaebol.

She wanted to establish a pure land dedicated to scientific research, so she accepted a private non-profit medical research institution from her late teacher, with research directions in immunology, molecular and cell biology, autoimmune diseases, virology and synthetic The development of vaccines is temporarily supported by donations from some small foundations.

Johnson is a senior inspector of the Manhattan Police Department. His team is responsible for major security incidents, including terrorist attacks, vicious kidnappings, and serial killings.

As soon as the case came up, I had to chase after me with a bowl.

Johnson left work on time today.

The family sat together for dinner, and the old policeman was very excited today, talking about the little riot caused by the unmanned robot in the center of Manhattan at the dinner table.

His team was also going to call the police, but after Iron Man rushed to support from San Francisco, they called it a day and got off work.

Johnson was slightly regretful: "It's a pity that he went back to San Francisco after solving the incident. If Iron Man can stay in Manhattan, the serious crime team will definitely relieve a lot of pressure."

Hilda: "Normally, he is the richest man in the United States, and San Francisco has Stark Industries' technology department, so there are too many things to be busy. Aren't there Avengers who are resident in Manhattan?"

Johnson: "That's not true. New York is so big, and they have to help Zhenglian manage the gang of super-powered criminals in the Metropolis. How can they recruit so many people. But has Stark become the richest man in the United States now? How do I remember last year? Bruce Wayne the year before last?"

Sasha listened to their gossip and ate tonight's Virginia ham.

Johnson: "Huh? Isn't the ham going to the neighbors?"

Hilda was amused when she thought about it, and pointed to Sasha: "I was bitten by this little glutton, so I had to cook it all."

The shoe prints on Sasha's buttocks have not been wiped, but she still has a shy face: "It's delicious."

Hilda laughed angrily.

But looking at the little golden retriever, she was much more energetic than when she just came back, her heart softened into a puddle of water, and she wanted to stretch out her hand to touch her forehead, but instead gently scraped the tip of Sasha's nose.

Hilda said softly: "Zai Zai, usually finish your homework and go to school parties more often. When you see someone you like, take the initiative to attack. It doesn't matter if you talk more, at least you know who is suitable for you."

Sasha: "Got it."

Hilda quickly added: "Oh, of course, boys are also fine. Any country, any gender is fine, as long as it is a child you bring home, we will love him as much as we love you."

Johnson interrupted: "Son, listen to Dad. Anyone is fine, but don't abduct aliens or mutants back. We don't care, the main thing is..."

Hilda: "Forget about aliens. What's wrong with mutants? Are you discriminating? You're still a senior police inspector. Can you keep up with the times and see the X Gene Empowerment Act?"

Johnson argued: "What do you mean I engage in discrimination? From the perspective of daily life experience, I gave my son some advice from people who have experienced it..."

The old couple started bickering again, and Sasha had to stop him quickly: "Okay, I know."

Although he was mentally prepared to wake up every day and see the ceiling of the shelter, this day never came.

So, as the days passed, he gradually no longer felt that everything was just a dream.

On the contrary, those turbulent mission times and that dark and broken timeline are more like a long nightmare.

But now, he finally woke up from the nightmare and returned to his own life.

But out of personal feelings, Sasha made up his mind that he would never mention anything about the living host and the restart of the world to his parents in this life.

All he needed was for the Atwells to think that the 8 years that the golden retriever cub they had pampered and raised was nothing more than a coma, and he had never suffered or experienced those bloody years.

Everyone in this family has experienced loss to varying degrees.

He knew that this was the greatest consolation for the Atwells.

Hilda ate her supper and went out to answer the phone.

When he came back, he didn't say anything, and his expression didn't change, but he didn't speak again.

Sasha was sharp: “What’s the matter?”

Hilda: "It's nothing, baby, it's all about work."

She looked at Sasha's sideburns, and still couldn't bear to look directly at her and touched them: "Next time, don't shave yourself. Even though you are a boy, you can't just be so bald..."

Johnson whispered: "Is the funding chain of the institute broken again?"

Hilda ignored him and held up her plate. "Who wants sugar peas?"

With a spoon in her mouth, Sasha got up and said she was going to answer the phone.

After entering the room, I immediately put my ears on the door and heard my mother sighing in a low voice.

Hilda rubbed her eyebrows: "Two foundations have withdrawn. But it's not that serious. The students are still actively seeking other funding."

There are more than 10,000 non-profit medical research institutes in the United States. The cost of medical research is quite high, usually supported by private funds and various foundations.

Sometimes some small and unknown research institutes cannot keep up with the funding support in the first phase, so they often have to stop several research projects and concentrate their limited funds on the main research directions.

If all projects are stopped, the institute can be shut down.

Johnson: "Why did you suddenly withdraw two companies? When you applied for funding, didn't you talk about it well?"

Hilda sighed, and said with a bit of boredom, "The two foundations are both under the name of Hoover Pharmaceuticals. The last time someone came to the institute to invite me, maybe I was too harsh."

She whispered again: "Don't talk about work when you go home, especially in front of Sasha."

Sasha strained her ears to listen, but she didn't understand.

I had to let the system scan all the information of Hoover Pharmaceuticals.

This company is the second largest private pharmaceutical company in the United States, with a capital of 20.4 billion. There are no black materials that violate laws and regulations. The price of $13.5 was raised to $750, an increase of 5456%. The perennial drug monopoly has aroused public anger.

This is probably one of the reasons why Hilda has not accepted recruitment.

No matter how much Sasha knows about various extreme ways of life, how to use firearms, etc., he was a marginal person in the past.

Once he returns to a civilized society, his understanding of capital operation and the like is really that of a young man who has just turned 18 and has not yet entered society.

Sasha pouted: [Never mind it.Anyway, I just work hard to make money, so I can support our family and my mother's research institute. 】

He was still muttering, and the BB machine in his backpack rang wildly.

System: [Oh, I just came to work.Coordinates: [40.853514N, 73.787213W]]

Sasha immediately opened the door and went out: "I have to work in a coffee shop."

Johnson was a little confused: "Why so suddenly? Isn't it after 7 o'clock? Let's go after dinner."

Sasha: "Our...the store manager cut his finger, I have to go to work quickly."

Hilda was ashamed: "Why did he cut it again? Last time you said he cut off a hand or something...??"

The bb machine in the backpack rang loudly, and there was no sound after the sound.

System: [Dog host, your boss is dead. 】

Sasha had to speed up, putting on the shoes with one hand and the jacket with the other: "Yes, last time... it was his head that flew off... I'll temporarily... cover the shift..."

Hilda: "...Head flew off???"

Sasha hurriedly checked the [planetary shield] protecting the apartment building, and ran downstairs.

There is a secret alley behind the apartment building. For his "job in a coffee shop", Sasha checked all the surveillance cameras along the road. The cameras are too old and will no longer work.

There was an abandoned bicycle shed at the end of the alley, and Sasha plunged into it and began to change clothes.

The BB machine in the backpack was silent for a moment, and then began to send coordinates over and over again.

System: [Your boss is alive again. 】

Sasha cursed and jumped up with his trousers up: [Crap, if I knew he would shake people so suddenly every time, I should have put my clothes on inside. 】

He is going to work, and the nature of the job dictates that it is important to wear clothes that will not reveal his true identity and wrap himself tightly.

So he stole a small SWAT uniform from Johnson's old clothes. The NYPD (New York Police Department) printed on the back was shoveled off with a carving knife and worn as work clothes.

Usually this police uniform is stuffed in the four-dimensional backpack, and when I am out of work, I also put the changed daily clothes into the backpack.

The BB machine is silent.

System: [Your boss is dead again. 】

Sasha has already pulled out [White Death] at this moment.The cold white sniper was on his back, and he was still sitting on the ground, hurriedly putting another combat boot on his feet.

Sasha: [Let's go, let's go. 】

System: [Launch [Memetic Pollution].Launch [Fixed-Point Transmission], coordinates: [40.853514N, 73.787213W]]

Sasha's entire head, starting from the neck, was quickly covered with a layer of mosaic, completely erasing all possibility of identification through facial features.

The fixed-point teleportation started, and the scene in front of him was blurred, and the loud gunshots roared into the eardrums instantly, and there were also the sounds of various vehicles colliding in a row and passers-by screaming.

While tying his shoelaces, Sasha rolled into the nearest ruined bunker, threw the Eyed Pea out, and let it explore the situation.

Eyed Pea ran away: [%#￥#%! 】

The battlefield is simply chaotic.

Dozens of large trucks overturned on the road, drivers and passers-by were running around, and a gas station not far away was also blown up.

Eyepods, who quickly wandered around in the flames and hail of bullets, found the location of the "coffee shop owner":

It was right in the center of the battle circle, hanging upside down in the hands of a huge red tank.

Sasha: "..."

... How did this guy manage to provoke more people than one?

A mercenary with a broken mouth, wearing a red and black tights, with two knives strapped to his back, with one leg pinched in the hand of a red tank, kicking around like a grasshopper in mid-air, chattering and croaking while dialing the phone :

"You're fucking dead! Did you hear me! You're going to die when my bodyguard arrives! Not only does my brother want you dead, but I'm going to punch you in that fun helmet—ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Oh, don’t, don’t tear it from the middle of the legs!! The ○○ that is torn from the middle of the legs will become one on each side!!”

The red tank let out an extremely terrifying roar, and the other palm, which was half the size of a human being, snapped off the man's lower body!

Poor mercenary: "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah—"

Sasha also shivered: "Hiss..."

Sasha had no choice but to pull the bolt and fired a special anti-tank armor-piercing bullet.

The barrel of the forest white gun sticks out of the ruins.

"Ping—"

[White Reaper] has a very strange clicking sound.

Compared with a bullet popping out of the chamber, it was more like an unusually shrill whistle.

Anyone who has heard it once will recognize it immediately.

The red and black figure twirling in mid-air suddenly burst into joy: "Good! He's here! Wait for death!"

The giant with a terrifying figure was shot through the knee and fell with a bang, and the mercenary in his hand also fell out.

He turned his head and looked around, but he couldn't find anyone at all, and his anger could be seen jumping to the top of his head.The red tank hit the ground with both fists, growled lowly, and went straight to the nearest melon-eating crowd.

The melons in the hands of passers-by fell to the ground, and they ran away: "Wow, wow, wow!!!"

Sasha jumped into an unmanned convertible car on the side of the road, with one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand holding the sniper horizontally, and began to fly a kite with the red tank.

The red tank is huge, but it moves terribly fast, and it managed to catch Sasha's exhaust several times.

The convertible floated like a red phantom. Obviously the prediction of the red tank was accurate, but it was always one step slower than the front of the car.

While switching the vehicle mode, the system warns:

[There are tens of thousands of roads, and safety comes first.Dog host, remember, you are no longer the survival host, if you are killed by him, you cannot read the file. 】

Sasha: 【I feel okay.If he bumps into my car, put...]

System: [Just start the first machine? 】

Sasha pursed her lips: 【Forget it, don't turn on the number one machine. 】

Tired Bird recovered all the used props. In terms of the top-level attack and defense that has been tested in actual combat, of course it is the first machine.

But of course he will not forget that the powerful combat effectiveness of the first machine must be based on the high level of mental synchronization with the driver.

If the body is injured, the driver will feel the same level of pain.

After he was reborn, he often took out the No. [-] machine to scrub and clean it, but whenever he thought of the great pain he was forced to endure in the cockpit, he would instinctively feel the physical and mental torture, so that he could not easily get on the machine again. machine driving.

There are two mobile function cards in the backpack, [Shadow Clone] can teleport 5 to 10 meters, but cannot carry people;

[Fixed Teleportation] is also the one that he sent Batman out of the Red Sun Prison.

It's great for long-distance movement, but the biggest flaws are:

There is a boot CD.

Activate once, cool down for 20 minutes.

He just used [Teleport] to enter the battlefield a few minutes ago, and now this card is in an unusable state.

Of course, he also has [Petrochemical] [Slumber] these magic cards.

But the biggest difference from function cards, summon cards, and weapon cards is that skills, buffs, and healing cards cannot be recycled, and they will never be used again.

Since there will never be any new cards coming in, when Sasha uses the one-time card, it will be very, very painful...

System: [Actually, it's mainly because the dog host is stingy. 】

Sasha: [If you can solve it with technology, it’s not called being stingy, it’s called asking yourself. 】

He led the red tank further and further away. In the rearview mirror, he saw only the upper half of the mercenary crawling around on the ground, looking for his lower half.

Sasha shouted from a distance: "Boss, I'm here to fix the boss! If you are satisfied with the service, remember to give me a tip!"

The mercenary exhaled fragrantly: "Brother's legs [——] are gone, you have the nerve to say a tip! You must deduct money! Deduct all! F**k!! It hurts brother to death!! What [——] summoning skills! !"

Sasha: "I'm leaving the boss."

Mercenary: "Don't—"