[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter62 The surging torrent

"Do you like carbon fiber and plastic alloy armor, Jarvis?" Tony suddenly lazily picked up a gold and red armor from the carpet, and poked the head of the armor teasingly. The head swung to the side in response to the sound, and then bounced back quite elastically.

Then, everyone in 221B heard a helpless electronic voice that sounded everywhere: "...Yes, sir."

Hey, don't bully him just because he is an artificial intelligence!

"Trouble you to live next door, Mr. Stark, Aff will prepare a room for you." Bruce said with a cold face-to be exact, the tenants of 221B have not faced his pure Batman mode for a long time Yes, until Tony, who is also a local tycoon, moves in, "Dating cover celebrities and supermodels as you like, and we need to do things." Bruce emphasized on "doing things".

"There are a lot of serious things waiting for me every day, handsome guy. For example, I am thinking about one thing now: buy Baker Street, and I have to live here anyway."

"I'm sorry, I've already got there first." Bruce continued with a stern face, a complete departure from Tony's frivolous, mindless discharge with blinking big chocolate-colored eyes.His mind is full of the girl in the photo, the shaved hair, the scar on the back of the neck, the mark and the demonstration stick, and the cocoon inside the stick.

Watson originally expected two superheroes who are also "playboys" to compete on who can win the title of "mobile hormone"... No, the current state is very good, lest the two playboys discharge at the same time, Then Thor, the god of thunder, had to swing his hammer out of the mountain to protect the earth from the brink of destruction due to electric charge overload... The temple at 221B Baker Street is really small, and it really can't accommodate one big god after another!

Sherlock murmured something in a low voice, which sounded like "at least Plastic Man doesn't have much chest muscles", and then capriciously, recklessly, and consistently held the hand of his cohabitant, using the skills that he could no longer practice after countless repetitions. "Come with me, John, before the Andersons destroy all the evidence."

"I don't think going to the scene will help much. Don't forget that I am your colleague, and I will not lower the average IQ of this industry." Bruce's voice sounded cautiously behind them. Putting on the gloves for the experiment, he stood beside the dining table that had once again lost his dignity and was temporarily set up as an experimental table during the battle between Sherlock and Hannibal, carefully dissecting the silkworm cocoons with steel needles and tweezers, Gathered enough evidence—without spoiling the scene—to find almost nothing, except that the killer was a tall white male with small feet.”

Tony shrugged, and casually suggested: "By the way, I'm a full-time scientist, not a middle school student who is touching an experimental instrument for the first time."

"Like... you're a billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, and superhero?" Watson fought fiercely in his mind for a second, resolutely letting go of his desire to complain.

"Thank you for your recap, John. I have exactly half an hour to kill, and I wouldn't mind helping you out by helping this bumbling East Coast handsome guy back from struggling with low-end technology."

Watson: "..."

Sherlock: "..."

Bruce: "......"

Bruce Batman Wayne, between a sentence with "clumsy", "low-tech" and "struggling"?We must not speak the same language Tony Juju...

Putting all the dumbfoundedness of the tenants under his eyes at the same time, Tony explained mercifully: "Mr. Wayne seems to have spread his superb but ultimately limited talent too much, so that his technical accomplishments Might as well take it for granted. I'm explaining it with kindergarten-level logic, and I hope you're smart enough to…"

"Thank you." Bruce unceremoniously stuffed the cocoon in the petri dish into Tony's hand.

Another member of the local tyrant group grabbed the air gracefully, and the three-dimensional holographic projection of the silkworm cocoon rotated in the space in front of him.Tony's aura suddenly changed, like wearing goggles and a white coat, he concentrated on adjusting the angle of the holographic projection, checking inch by inch.

Batman is at best a black technology... As for Tony Stark, it is a complete future black technology!

Watson gave Bruce a sympathetic look, and said in a low voice, "You can beat him to vent your anger—he's almost reached this level anyway—after hacking Jarvis."

He wasn't sure if the armor leaning against the armchair moved thoughtfully.

And Bruce sank heavily into the sofa, with two long legs raised high, fingers raised against his chin, and two brightly colored lips slightly parted——

"I have a hunch that a quarrel at the level of a child will be born, John, let's go to the scene of the crime to get some fresh air." Sherlock shook his skirt vigorously, and put the left hand that was clasped with the cohabitant into the coat pocket Inside—and into his wide pocket at the same time, Watson's right hand.

The hand that belonged to the soldier and the doctor, holding the scalpel motionless, and holding Browning was as firm as a rock, melted into the airtight pocket in an instant.

He even felt that he had shrunk and become smaller, as if being picked up by Sherlock and stuffed into his pocket and taken away.

This made his melted right hand ripple like water.

"Aff will drive you there. You don't have to worry about Big Holmes starting a war and causing traffic jams." Bruce changed the subject, and waved at the blind pair unconsciously at the door.

"Oh, the boy on the butler's watch chain." Tony Stark said with great interest, folding his arms.

"Would you mind pausing for a moment, Tony, tied to Jarvis's belt, capable of anything but shut up, Mr. Stark?" Bruce's tongue had long since been sharpened than Gryffindor's sword, and he said bluntly counterattack.

The golden-red armor shrunk at one corner seemed to shrink even more.

Aff was waiting for them at the door of 221B, driving the repaired, "low-key" (Bruce term), Lamborghini that had been slaughtered by humanoid weapons at all.

At the same time, somewhere in the old site of S.H.I.E.L.D., Steve, who fell into a brief coma due to the failure of the super serum, was curled up in Bucky's arms, and Bucky carefully opened the door of the Batmobile, and also sat lightly. go in.

The cool and domineering humanoid weapons that tore off the car door with bare hands are completely invisible.

Steve's brows were tightly frowned, and a faint, unfamiliar emotion similar to pain and vulnerability spread like a mist on that always gentle and firm face.

This made Bucky couldn't help reaching out his hand again and again, wiping away the pain between Steve's brows.

He knows that Captain America is the existence of the spiritual leader. His heart is strong enough. He will always speak inspirational words with a calm and friendly smile. He will always maintain a straight back and raise his arms. Will not reveal his pain and vulnerability as Steve Rogers in front of others...

It made his pain all the more moving.

Steve tossed and turned in the dream, the sweat on his forehead weakly oozing out, which was gently wiped away by Bucky repeatedly.

When Steve Rogers first became Captain America 70 years ago, he was sent singing and dancing to sell treasury bonds.

Until he learned that Bucky was captured and his life and death were unknown.

Because of Bucky, he decided to end his career as an art soldier and become a real soldier.

There are many ways to give in the world, and Bucky made him make the final choice—they walked the most difficult and dangerous path together.

The snow-covered mountains are easy enough to erase the traces of anyone and anything.A train speeds through the mountains...Steve's shield comes off and Bucky is thrown out of the car to cover him...Bucky gets hurt, Bucky falls, before Steve can reach him Before.

His outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and he watched Bucky fall on his back, in the mountains, ravines and boundless ice and snow... He had no choice but to lie on the iron carriage and cry.

At this moment, Steve suddenly discovered that he was not strong enough, not strong enough, not fast enough... He swore that he would become stronger, and he would never allow this kind of thing to happen again...

Later, similar things happened again and again... It wasn't that he was not strong enough, because no matter how strong he was, he still couldn't fight against time.

Fast forward 70 years and everything has changed.Adrift in the traffic and crowds of the 21st century, Steve has become obsolete.

But what hurt him the most was always the loss of Bucky.

Nothing hurts me more than losing you, Bucky.

(I've been through a lot of changes, Idon't know anything hit me shard as losing Bucky.)

In the melee with Hydra, the whole of New York was in chaos.But Steve was sure of one thing: he'd see Bucky again, and the next time they met, he'd get answers from Bucky.

Steve opened his eyes slowly and laboriously, as if they were being held back by heavy eyelashes.

"I hope you don't lose your memory like I did, Steve, I'm not sure you can get it back as easily as I did." Bucky was about to pat Steve on the shoulder, but his hand didn't touch it. Steve shrank back from his limp shoulders and rubbed his messy blond head instead.

"You can be sure, Bucky." Steve's pale cheekbones welled up with a touch of blood, and his soft lips opened and closed slightly.

This caused Bucky, whose memory had been restored to pieces, to have an irresistible impulse. He bent down without hesitation, and covered Steve's lips with his own.