[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

After being cut and polished by various tools, every crystal face is tearfully shining...

The heart of Clark, a Kryptonian, suddenly throbbed uncontrollably.Could it be that the Kryptonian's sense of smell and the heart have some mysterious connection that has not yet been discovered?The only remaining Kryptonian immigrants could not help but wonder.

"You dare not love, why, little Bruce?"

"Compared to not being able to love a person, I would rather not see this person being hurt because of my love, Dr. Lecter. They will be threatened by my enemies, will be injured, and even die. The best way to protect them Just abandon them." Bruce laughed suddenly, and there were circles of laugh lines around his squinted eyes, and his blinking speed also slowed down, looking extremely focused, deep, full of aura, full of desire for control, but his lips were soft Slightly sipping, this is a look that is almost full of possessiveness.

With such a completely irresistible expression, Bruce faced the little reporter whose face turned red, and said in a low and slightly hoarse voice: "Of course, if this person is as invulnerable as a Kryptonian, and he is invulnerable to anyone If you are immune to physical attacks or even overcome your greatest weakness - kryptonite, that's another matter."

Poor Clark desperately moved to the depths of the sofa, Watson assured the Jade Emperor, and the little reporter's face and head were hot and smoking.

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Chapter 84 The Appearance of the White Knight

Clark instantly contracted his shoulders, compressed his spine, and miraculously shrunk his six-foot-three-inch strong figure to a visually small size.While the invulnerable Kryptonian face was almost evaporated by the heat, a glimmer of light illuminated the darkness, silence and coldness of the Dark Knight, as if the Antarctic glacier, which had been frozen for hundreds of millions of years, finally could not withstand the persistent and long-lasting sunshine of the sun , Finally cracks from the inside began to melt generally.

At this time, Hannibal chanted in a low voice, like two steel knives rubbed against each other, and gave a few hints of "reciprocity", and Jarvis meticulously entered the data... The footsteps of the truth are gradually approaching , The guy who lives on tears they are going to catch is right in front of them.

However, Dr. Lecter did not intend to let Bruce go.

He said in the tone of appreciating works of art: "You are the black pearl bred by the river clam through the sand, Bruce, and you are also the red pomegranate that flows like pearls under the surface with its own brilliance, and you are the dark one hidden in the shadows. The forest. You are a shard of glass, a broken pearl necklace, a starry darkness, a warm drop of blood, you are full of complexity, you are a very, very complicated creature..."

Just when everyone showed colorful "Wait, this development is not right", "Dr. Fuck, are you confessing?", "Dr. Lecter is really attracted by contradictory and complicated creatures", "Where is the promised little teacup?" ( Needless to say, the last sentence must be the complaint of Watson, who knows all the truth), Dr. Lecter said in shock: "No wonder you are attracted by the equally simple, incredible, and complex and elusive Kryptonians."

Thousands of words, turned into a cough.

Bruce couldn't help but cleared his throat, and the translucent amber light and shadow in his blue iris swirled around the nominated Kryptonian, and whispered, "You've learned badly too, Dr. Lecter. "

"As if in your mind, the Doctor's reputation isn't completely bad enough." Before Tony started talking nonsense about running the train again, the most reliable Captain America gave him a very reliable shot.

Iron Man instantly became honest like a power-off armor.

The doctor seemed to turn a deaf ear, his red eyes stared at the lazy and ready to go Bruce, looked at him but didn't seem to look at him again: "Icarus, is a young man with wings, and also a man in a labyrinth. If he stays, he will face the sharp teeth of the half-bull and half-man Minotaur, and if he chooses to flee, he will fall and drown because he flies too high."

"You are so cunning, Dr. Lecter, to deliberately embarrass the instant coffee-like minds of modern people with subtle and ingenious metaphors in classical art." Bruce's chest resonated like a cello, "Those who fight monsters, Take care not to become a monster. When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes into you."

Watson noticed that when Bruce muttered the last two spell-like sentences, Dr. Lecter's scalpel-like eyes seemed to split Bruce's body, and even tore this time and space. The head with smooth and straight hair looks extremely devout.

A shadow of inspiration and understanding slipped through Watson's insensitive and insensitive mind, but he failed to catch it.

"So I've been waiting for the white knight to appear." Bruce's beautifully shaped, sculptural head turned away, which made his face unconsciously hidden in the shadows that the light could not take care of, and the pair of frivolous smiling eyes The blue eyes took on a sharp, serious shell, and he seemed to be wrapping himself in a Batman shell, and his lips were trembling slightly.

A tiny tremor unrecognizable to the naked eye, only Superman can see.

Superman has always been good at soothing pain and comforting suffering. He broke out of the cocoon of the cramped and shy little reporter, and put two strong, smooth, steady hands on Bruce's shoulders. The tightness and tremor under the skin and muscles, the passionate washing, boiling and flowing of blood in the blood vessels.

"I finally know why you hate me, dear Bruce." The expression of understanding slowly surfaced on that cute scout-like doll face, soft and reliable, "You think my life is too smooth, You think my values ​​are too optimistic, you think I don’t understand the sufferings of the world, and I try to turn people into danger and only kneel down and hug their heads and shout 'Superman help'."

"Yeah, the proud son of heaven." Bruce snorted softly, his guttural voice was like spirits calmed in ice cubes, cold and hot.

They were dressed in suits and leather shoes, no one was levitating in the air, and no one shot out claws or ropes, but the flickering black and red stayed on Watson's retina, as if stained by wet and domineering paint.

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, evil for evil, violence for violence..." Clark said in a calm and emotional tone, "Before Batman debuted, the upright and stubborn Director James Gordon fought and failed repeatedly; Before the deeper shadow of Batman shrouded, Gotham was shrouded in a thick and inextricable darkness, and the ropes of the police and gangs became more and more tightly entangled; he was the crime that brought redemption, and the poison that cured the disease , is a deeper darkness that lights up the shadows... You're a hero, Bruce, you're a hero."

"Superman and the citizens of the metropolis under the protection of Superman usually call the guardian of another city a hero." Bruce smiled with a sneer as sweet as melted chocolate, "But it seems that this world no longer needs this Batman could be anyone and do anything, and he may never be that 'hero' again."

"You mean, no longer falling from the sky, knocking out the front teeth and back molars of criminals, and then hanging them up to scare them to pee their pants? Huge progress, Bruce!" The little reporter said happily and enthusiastically.

"Who said this is a world that lacks superpowers and is so peaceful and unremarkable." Tony stretched his arms lazily, in exchange for a taunt from his real, tall, rich, handsome and handsome friend: "Come on, Stark, you You can’t grow taller no matter how much you stretch.”

Before the exit of "Put on your Halloween costumes, let's go out and fight", an ordinary word made the two restless superheroes completely quiet.

Facing the final matching result on the three-dimensional projection screen, Sherlock said flatly, "No."

Watson asked with a tacit understanding: "Is the 'Shaver' matched?"

"A 35-year-old middle-aged white man, 3 feet [-] inches tall, with a body fat rate of [-]%, has learned free kick and Sanda, is a VIP member of the gym, and works as a freelancer. He lives in a small two-story building with a garden and a garage in the suburbs of London. , there is a van, his mother was lost since he was a child, and his stepmother once beat him with a poker, and hit him on the nose, and since then he has problems with his sense of smell..." Sherlock spoke as fast and intensely as the most advanced heavy machine gun fire, and Bruce He jumped up, grabbed Clark's tie and threw him out of the window: "Quick!"

The little reporter let out a whimper, and turned into a gray shadow (he was still wearing a gray suit jacket) whose color was similar to the gray sky of London, and disappeared into the skyline like a gray wolf.

"In the yellow sun, the sebaceous glands and pores of Kryptonians hardly develop, so Clark has almost no smell, and will not arouse the alert of people with a keen sense of smell, not to mention that he is the fastest." Facing a room full of different expressions, Bruce is commendable answered.

"Your research...was quite meticulous?" John Watson, the super lubricant and adhesive, said cautiously in the face of the silence.

Three minutes later, Clark, whose suit jacket burned out at the Kryptonian's super speed, carried a thin, comatose man, carefully pushed open the window that was always in a trap, and floated in as if to take credit.

Watson quickly called Scotland Yard, allowing the poor and anxious Inspector Lestrade, who had made an appointment for a physical examination and psychological counseling, to breathe a sigh of relief.

"I'm assuming you barely destroyed the evidence scene?" the best partner who knew Superman best asked bluntly.

"...Almost." Except that when the "shavers" was knocked unconscious, it hit a wall, a chair, a table, and shattered into glass residue, which was not easy to clean up... a pile of bottles and cans QAQ.

... This tone, perhaps it was too early to relax?

The author has something to say: Thank you for those who leave comments~ It’s too late for the postgraduate entrance examination to reply to QAQ~ Please don’t be careless and continue to give me!

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Chapter85 Endless Possibilities

It was too early for them to relax.

Batman is a master of interrogation, he is good at dealing with all types of criminals and lunatics, whether they have superpowers or ordinary people, he dug out incredible conclusions from the mouth of the "barber".

The ordinary face of "The Barber" was ignited by ecstasy, his medium-sized eyes lit up like explosions manipulated by Moriarty, and the handcuffed hands were convulsively waving desperately, He didn't hesitate to wear out his wrists, and the sound of metal crashing added a sense of weirdness to his fanatical words: "I have nothing to hide from you, what does the king want to hide from his subjects? I am The uncrowned king of the smell kingdom, I can manipulate smells, and I have discovered the deepest secrets of smells!"

"There is only one motive for all crimes, and that is desire." Sherlock concluded in a low voice, "and the desire about smell is so hidden..."

"I can manipulate gas molecules, but I can't compose the most beautiful smells! But I have discovered the secret to formulating the most beautiful smells! I'm almost done, only the final perfect curtain call, aftertaste and finishing touch, the twelve-movement The last chapter..." His nostrils suddenly twitched, and his expression turned grim with ecstasy, "Ah, I found him, it's you, the little blond man!"

The "little blond man" sighed innocently, and rubbed his temples on both sides with his thumb and middle finger.

This action made his scent spread more intensely, "The Barber" protruded his eyes and expanded his nose, showing a fascinated and suffocated expression: "This is this, this is... There is magic in your smell, there is magic... it smells like Like sticky, soft, unenriched, golden honey with fresh flowers, like biscuits soaked in milk, and a little charcoal aroma burning in the fireplace, like smooth pebbles hit by clear springs... "If he hadn't been bound to the chair, Watson swore that the "barber" would pounce on him and sniff him carefully from head to toe...

He shivered, feeling the chills in his head.

"Please, please let me get your scent! You just need to lie on the bed sheet smeared with my specially formulated oil and lie down for a night! With your scent, I am in the kingdom of smell The work will mature, and it will surely acquire a power from which no one, man or woman, can escape. Men will be subdued, they will be disarmed, helpless against the magic of the smell. And they will won't know why, because they're stupid, their noses are just for breathing, and they think they can recognize everything with their eyes... Please, I beg you to let me do the greatest work in the world! I can talk to You share this smell! When you have it, people will be completely conquered by you, they will chatter about your handsome, elegant and charming, they will use limited language to praise your perfect appearance and shapely figure. They will say that your eyes are like sapphires, your teeth are like pearls, your hair is like gold, your skin is white as milk and ivory...and other stupid similes. You will be painted by imbecile portraitists and people will spread the word about you Internet, scrambling to say that you are the most handsome man in all of England, no, the world. Men will regard you as an all-powerful idol, and women of all ages will sigh when they see you, and dream in their sleep that they can even for a day. To gain your favor...you can sprinkle the scent on letterhead and send it to the wealthiest families asking them to give away all the wealth they've amassed over the centuries, or write a perfumed letter to the Pope declaring yourself a New Age Savior……"

Watson interrupted him with a cough: "Let me tell you a story."

"...the savior of the new age... ah???"

"Once upon a time there was a farmer who got up to carry water every day. One day he suddenly wanted to know what the king used to carry water when he got up in the morning. After thinking about it, he felt that the king had gold, silver and jewels, so he would not use a stick like him. Broken poles to carry water—yes, the emperor has plenty of gold, silver and jewels, and only a golden pole is suitable for his status. The story is over."

All kinds of loud laughter and knowing smiles broke out in 221C, which was temporarily used as an interrogation room.

Even Bucky's Winter Soldier's face showed a smile: "If all the villains in the world have the consciousness of John, then how much easier we will be in the superhero industry."

"And the villains are always lacking in creativity, destroying the world, ruling the earth and so on are overplayed, pulling us to the same level as them..." Every time Tony Stark is in the limelight, even if it is only on the language level The same goes for limelight.

"You are crowing again, Stark." It was not Bruce but Batman's cold accusation, thrown at Tony's face like a bat dart.

"Hey BAT, I know..."

"No, you don't know anything now. For example, the gene of the 'shaver' has been modified by some unknown alien technology, so he has acquired an extraordinary sense of smell. And this kind of genetic structure, I am in Asia. Saw it on Sir Corey and the Atlanteans."

There was silence, save for the frenzied, chattering begging of "The Barber," and Tony Stark's inflected "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh".

"So...we're going to go back to our old ways of fighting aliens soon?"

"And this time, our task is more arduous than countless previous battles. Now that the Justice League is completely wiped out, Batman chose the only one that had no choice but to file, return the remaining energy, and put all chips on A group of 'geniuses' who form a temporary team and have low emotional intelligence, then I can only wish us good luck." Bruce said coldly, and took a bunch of three-dimensional projection data in the air.

In the dazzling blue lights and strings of terms that represent the perfect combination of wealth and IQ, Watson vaguely captures "life origin room", "genetic modification", "human traitor", "point and surface", "conspiracy" ...

"I am the first existence on Krypton to give birth naturally in thousands of years," Clarke seemed to have forgotten his setting that Kryptonians do not need to take in oxygen from the earth, and separated the two slices very humanely, which are more plump, ruddy, and well-proportioned , smooth lips, took a breath deeper than humans, and filled Krypton's lungs, "The life origin chamber is also an indispensable existence on Krypton, and it was annihilated together when Krypton was destroyed."

"Are your skills, personalities, and genes programmed?" Tony asked curiously.

"Yes, including career, future and destiny, all were set when the Kryptonian was still a fertilized egg. It seems that the Atlanteans are continuing the old Kryptonian routine."

Captain America shot up angrily, scanned the entire 221C with his blue eyes that are good at impressing and inspiring, and said: "The meaning of life lies in infinite possibilities, at least infinite possible opportunities. I can't imagine a world that deprives freedom and The chosen world will never allow Earth to become the next Krypton or Atlantis."

"Typical American heroism and liberalism, huh?" Sherlock said with a hint of British sarcasm, and Watson was sure he rolled his eyes slightly.

Watson touched his head and asked tentatively, "Kryptonians, Atlanteans, why do they violate the laws of nature and even control the origin of life?"

Clark sighed and said, "Can you imagine what it's like to be extremely scarce? Can you imagine that even a milligram of protein and fat can't be wasted? Can you—even if only in a dream—dream about all the material and The most efficient allocation of resources to the limit, what kind of absurd scene will it be? The organic matter and mineral elements contained in the dead people do not return to the ashes, but are recycled and used to become the nourishment for the next generation in the origin of life room... ..."

Well, the friends of 221C couldn't even make a disgusted expression. In short, everyone was stunned.

Captain America was the first to recover from the rising anger and disgust. He clenched his fists, thumped heavily on the armrest of the sofa, stood upright like a pine tree that broke through the ground, and said in a steady voice: "Then, save the world." Leave it to us."

At this moment, the familiar and lingering electronic voice sounded amidst the clattering noises:

"You did a good job mobilizing before the war, members of the League of Talents." Nice, firm and hopeful, needless to say, Kyle Al.

"I hope your hands-on ability is as strong as your mouth-moving ability." The tablet was cold and hoarse with a threatening tone, who else could it be except Batman, a control freak?Everyone can imagine him pursing his lips and looking impatient.

"Come on, they are not natural warriors like us Amazons, you have to give them room to grow." The only female voice, a natural Amazon female warrior, was Wonder Woman Diana.

"Hey, this is Cosmic City^ Manager... No, the guardian of the universe, Green Lantern, the Atlanteans beat us up, give me back! Break their noses, kick their ass... woo Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…"

The solemn and serious atmosphere was so conceivably ruined, and everyone waited for the next speaker with black lines on their faces.

"I knew I couldn't let Hal speak. His level of talk is directly proportional to his brain power! I have nothing to say, I just ask you not to waste the last chance, after all, find a superpower who can run faster than the speed of light It's not going to be easy, of course, if you find the second flash, my uncle Barry Allen is another matter, although he passed away in our world, of course, there is also evidence that Barry may be lost in the speed Lizhong...wait a minute, I haven't finished yet!" Flash Wally must be acting like a hamster, looking pitifully at the guy who steals his talk.

"Hi, this is Arthur Corey, one of the true seven giants, the Aquaman who has been ignored forever. I heard that you have found me as a boy, so a reminder is necessary: ​​this is a violent teenager looking for My own story, please bear with me."

Secondary school... Violence... Sure enough, there is no such thing as a miserable childhood boy who is ashamed to say that he is saving the world, even the Neptune who has an infinite sense of existence is not exempt.

In other words, is it really a man to associate "Secondary School Violence" with Arthur Curry's adorable childlike giant (scratched) breasts (dropped)?

"This is the Martian Manhunter who spoke last. Let me sum it up... In order to protect this beautiful planet where Oreos can be eaten, everyone, do your best!"

221C crowd: "..."

After a while, Tony carefully chose a joke: "So, the people of Atlantis deprived the possibility of 'Oreo'?"

"Yes, all sensual pleasures are considered ineffective, needlessly draining energy, and need to be eliminated."

"So, donuts and coffee?"

"What else can you expect?"

"It's inhuman! It's incomprehensible, it's unbearable! Well, Atlanteans, get ready to bear the wrath of Iron Man!" Tony jumped up, not at all ashamed of the childish behavior of elementary school students, on the contrary, he He thought that his "pre-war mobilization" was done just right and his blood was boiling.

"It's unforgivable." Dr. Lecter's expression was very calm, but Watson swore he saw a flash of white fangs and a tongue that was as red as if it had sucked blood.

Among the superheroes with tragic pasts, geniuses with personality flaws, and high-functioning sociopaths, some people looked at each other silently, some laughed and laughed at each other, countless words were kept silent, a seed quietly buried:

We will do everything in our power to protect this fragile yet glorious planet and its 70 billion fragile yet glorious lives of infinite choice and possibility.

The author has something to say: Friends, the first part is over~ Don't be careless!Although there are a few couples whose relationship has not been settled, everything will be presented in the second part~ In the next part, the friends on Baker Street will join hands to officially fight monsters, and of course there will be new members joining one after another ~

Xiaofeng's postgraduate entrance examination has entered the sprint stage, and we will see you after the postgraduate entrance examination~

(PS: Norton's little friend's side story is also the content of the second story~)

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Extra: Everyone is responsible for loving Neptune

Today's superhero career is developing rapidly, and has entered a new era of colorful and ever-changing, and "if there is no heinous and terrible childhood past, and no psychological problems that come at any time, I am ashamed to say that I am saving the world." This point seems to be a milestone for a new hero in the new era.

Of course, Sea King Arthur Corey is not immune, although in the world of this article, Atlantis is in the sky rather than in the water, and the title of "Sea King" is not as appropriate as "Aquaman".

Captain America said with a serious face: "Thank God, I am a soldier who has experienced the cruelest war, and I don't have to suffer from depression, anxiety, and post-war syndrome like the fashionable superheroes of the 21st century. Yes." He took a deliberate look at Tony with frank, serious blue eyes with a hint of worry.

钢铁侠一边的眉毛“嗖”的一声窜上发际线，他毫不客气的反唇相讥：“至少我没有从小被人揍得拿垃圾桶盖当盾牌，没有因为小情人坠崖而开飞机殉情… ..."

His chattering stopped abruptly, just as Watson finally had the consciousness not to mess things up for Tony Stark. When he looked up, he found the gleaming metal arm of the Winter Soldier, firmly jammed his neck.

When the Winter Soldier stared at him with icy eyes for a long time, thinking that he had given enough lessons to the local rich with long mouths but no brains, after a sound of mechanical gear calibration, Bucky let go of Tony's neck, but he was icy The expression on the face did not relax at all.

It wasn't until Steve swept Bucky straight across Bucky's face with a disapproving, slightly reproachful, "can't do anything about you" look that the Winter Soldier had melted into the Spring Soldier.

"Jarvis, why didn't you remind me?" Tony held his nearly broken neck with one hand, coughing and complaining endlessly.

"First, you didn't give me an instruction to 'remind you before Sergeant James Barnes strangles you' in advance; second, I have calculated that the chance of you getting a lesson through this time is 50.32% ..."

"Mute!" Tony roared majesticly, accompanied by a series of unsightly coughs and a long series of muttering complaints, "Jarvis, you increasingly annoying little British bastard, I will donate you to the British government ..."

Bucky triumphantly raised his eyebrows and raised his chin. If it weren't for the threat in his words, he could have been pulled into the bar to strike up a conversation and flirt with him: "I know it's amazing, huh? Who told you to take that little idiot? To provoke him in the past? To provoke him is to provoke me, understand?" Bucky smiled at Yan Yan, as if the Winter Soldier who was exuding cold air just now was just a hallucination that appeared collectively. The words of the steaming gray-blue eyes.

The little reporter came out to uphold justice at this time, and he concluded: "Come on, Bucky, you can't bully a guy who is so much shorter than you, find someone who is about your size."

Tony Shorty and Handsome Stark: "..."

211B crowd: "..."

Therefore, honest people occasionally get bad, and bad people really can't hold it.

Seeing Tony's face turning pale and turning pale, he wanted to summon the inner heightening armor immediately, Bucky held back his cheeks with a smile, Steve's shoulders and chest trembled slightly, Bruce was unceremoniously ready to taunt his friends... …

In order to maintain world peace and prevent justice from being undermined, Clark immediately remedied the righteousness and said: "Let's forget about the height problem. In fact, what I want to say is that the reason why ordinary people worship superheroes is not only because we can fly the universe and reverse Planets, playing high technology in the palm of their hands like magic, or possessing superpowers that only exist in people's imagination, but because they have seen the growth we have experienced, the loss we have faced, the responsibility we have taken, and With the sacrifices we made..." He glanced at Bruce with super speed, from the dark and exquisite face to the bruised and robust body that concealed countless pains - accidentally used X-sight - Xiao The reporter folded his arms, which made him look like a superman in suits and ties. "People like us and worship us, not just as a symbol for entertainment, or a savior who descended from the sky, but It is everyone who can find their own shadow in our imperfect past, and see their dreams in our nearly 'perfect' present. They can see that being like us is not out of reach .”

Tony said bluntly: "At least becoming a playboy, super rich, scientist and philanthropist like me still has a long way to go."

Bruce switches to a dour, hissing tone and strikes back in Batman's voice, "At least it's easy to get PTSD."

Iron Man couldn't bear it anymore, and immediately retorted: "Who has shadows on guns and pearl necklaces?"

Batman: "Who built a pile of armor to hide himself from?"

Iron Man: "Who's that gloomy kid hiding himself behind a mask?"

Batman: "Who knows who is that wayward and naive baby."

Iron Man: "The mascot of the city, huh."

Batman: "That's what I said, Iron Man."

Iron Man: "Who on the surface spends a good night with beauties, but is actually a transvestite with heavy tastes?"

Batman: "Who slept on the cover girl of "Playboy" for a year, and asked the AI ​​​​butler to spend a lot of money on his kidney?"

Iron Man jumped up: "You are slandering!"

Batman was at ease: "You poured a lot of dirty water on me, too."

Iron Man: "Who poured all the dirty water on his own head?" (Referring to Harvey Dent becoming Two-Face after his death, Batman took all the blame on himself to save the White Knight the brilliance)

Batman: "Who is self-destructive when the whole world knows about it?"

Iron Man: "Who's the one covered in bruises and scars?"

Batman: "Whoever dies drunk on alcohol knows it himself."

Iron Man: "Aha, then who is afraid of their own abilities, afraid of losing control of their power, and refuses to drink even a little alcohol?"

Batman: "Who really got out of control and built a bunch of Transformers legions and used their armor to play with fireworks?"

Iron Man: "Then who built an artificial satellite and told Superman to play it like a baseball?"

Batman: "Why, have you started comparing battle damage?"

Iron Man: "Happy to accompany you."

The two local tyrants with full mouths and poisonous tongue skills looked at each other angrily, as if they would take out banknotes and throw each other at the next moment, in order to achieve the goal of a showdown.

Clark spread his hands unbearably, he straightened his back and returned to his superman appearance, and said in a chest-resonant, penetrating voice: "You two rich people are arguing, don't bring me in the working class."

Watson muttered in a low voice: "Fortunately, I'm just an ordinary person..."

As a result, everyone in the room paid attention to Watson with "you're fucking kidding me" eyes.

Tony gently squeezed Watson's shoulder and arm, and gently directed Jarvis to fire a bullet at him at close range. After Watson subconsciously ducked, there was another bullet on the wall that was about to make the landlord complain endlessly. Bullet holes, and finally said softly: "Ordinary Teddy-spider, huh?"

At this moment, Watson missed Natasha Romanoff unparalleled.As the main attacker of the Avengers, only the widow can hold back this group of superheroes whose mental age is as low as one.

After a lot of back and forth upstairs, and verbal confrontation, does any of you remember the cute blonde boy Arthur Curry?

As the most inexistent of the seven giants of the Justice League, Arthur Curry, as the only human-Atlantean hybrid in the world, as a rare creature that is more endangered than Kryptonians, as a blond big A muscular boy with a baby face... He said that it is everyone's responsibility to love Neptune.

Please enjoy DC's new animated film:

Justice League: Throne of Atlantis.

The author has something to say: The real purpose of this chapter is revealed here: Amway DC's new animated film!It is said that DC's live-action movies are far behind by Marvel, while animated movies have always performed well and are remarkable.

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Chapter80 has an unusual visitor today

"Boredom is worse than doomsday." The playboy, billionaire, genius scientist and American philanthropist who took off his steel armor is reclining bored in a small double apartment in the center of London, England. The same small Changsha In terms of hair, you need style without style, personality without personality, without countless boards of directors of Stark Corporation who will eventually be turned off, without the arrangement and urging of Pepper who hates iron and steel day after day, and without a year The girls on the cover of Playboy spent a good night together, and even lost the task of saving the world once a week on average... Tony Stark felt that he was rusted into a ball from his armor to the reactor.

He had to change his posture on the sofa in various ways, a pair of depressed and lazy brown eyes swept across the roommates and neighbors gathered in the living room, as if the pictures were either sweet and cute, or straight and sunny.