[Comprehensive British and American] Fulian Hotel

Steve thumped the steering wheel heavily. This was already the number of subway stations he turned, and he almost turned the entire subway station upside down, but he couldn't find any passage to go underground.

After all this time, is Tony still alive?Steve didn't want to think about it at all.

Just when Steve was about to start the car again, his eyes swept across the street, he was stunned for a moment, the subway station he passed just now was near their hotel, and he saw a little boy circling around the entrance of their hotel, watching It looked a little cramped.

Steve hesitated for a moment, then parked the car on the side of the road, walked towards the boy, knelt down and asked, "Hello, what can I do?"

The little boy looked startled, and immediately hid the things in his hands behind his back: "Ah, you... good."

"What's wrong? Sorry our hotel is closed today, is there anything you would like to ask?"

The boy shook his head vigorously, his face turned red: "No, it's not something, I want to find someone..."

"So that's the case, so who are you looking for?" Steve was a little puzzled, none of them were so powerful that they still had friends in London in this world.

The boy lowered his head and kept drawing circles with his feet on the ground. He seemed to muster up his courage and raised his head and said, "I'm looking for Iron Man!"

"Stark?" Steve asked in surprise.

The boy looked excited: "Is that his name?"

"Well, yes, but sorry boy, he's not here right now..." Steve said with a wry smile, "but how did you know him?"

"... Uncle Watson's wedding that day was so hot, I... couldn't find where my mother was... I was so scared, I just squatted there and cried. Suddenly, a big golden guy rushed from the window. He came in, hugged me and flew out, so handsome!" The boy smiled and showed a small canine tooth, very innocent, "He said his name is Iron Man!"

The boy carefully took out the thing hidden behind him, it was a bunch of small bouquets mixed with many green weeds - it was almost impossible to tell which one was more flowers and grass: "I listen to everyone Say, he lives here, and I want to give this to him!"

Steve was silent for a while, he looked at the creamy yellow frangipani, they swayed in the wind, looking weak and cute.

Even in a different world, Iron Man instantly has his own little fan following.

He thought about what he said in the argument with Tony, maybe he was wrong - Tony Stark was already the only Iron Man, it didn't matter whether he was wearing armor or not.

"Where did he go?" the boy asked. "Can you give him this?"

Steve took the bouquet, rubbed the child's head, and the corners of his lips were very gentle: "He's just... temporarily lost, no problem, I will bring your Iron Man home soon."

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The countdown on the big screen is displayed at 5:00:00.

Tony stood up staggeringly, moved back a few steps upside down and leaned against the wall near the door. Then, he seemed to be in excruciating pain, and couldn't help but bowed down and covered his left arm, and the other party of course Don't miss this opportunity.

One of the black men rushed up and hit Tony in the abdomen with his fist. His strength was so great that Tony threw himself on the ground, spitting out some bile mixed with traces of blood.

And without them noticing, there was a slight "click" somewhere - like, the sound of a key being twisted.

But then everyone noticed, because the door with the iron fence creaked open, and the dark passage of Hessia appeared in front of the survivors without any obstacles. It was the road that belonged to the winner. And it was opened so easily, opened by the blood-stained key in Tony's hand. Even though he knew that there were gunmen guarding outside, there was still an irresistible temptation. They were arrested longer than Tony. At this time, he was even more shaken, as if he could reach freedom by taking one step out of the door...

The two black men seemed to be dazed for a few seconds, and what Tony was waiting for was the opening of this moment. He quickly grabbed the neck of the black man who had just attacked him with one hand from behind, twisted violently to one side, but fell down. He knew in a second that it was not good. The angle he was looking for was correct, but the strength of the arm that was out of force was not strong enough. There was no way to break the opponent's neck with this blow, but it was absolutely impossible to give the black man a chance to fight back. Tony pinched decisively. With the hand on his neck, he immediately squatted down, stretched out his legs and tripped him at an almost twisted angle, and knocked him out of the iron gate with his elbow with the greatest strength at the moment the man lost his balance.

Tony himself was also taken out for a short distance, he grabbed the iron gate so as not to fall out, and then the only two people left in the arena heard a series of gunshots, the sound of bullets entering the gun, a slight There was a popping sound, like the sound of pulling out the cork of a wine bottle. After a few seconds, it was completely silent, leaving only a little smell of gunpowder smoke in the air.

"Wow, the combat power is amazing." Tony grinned, but the wound to the corner of his mouth hurt and gasped.

The rest of the niggers looked out the door dully, as if they still couldn't understand what happened, but when they came back to their senses, their attacks on Tony became even more frenzied. After seeing with their own eyes how little hope of escape, A certain part of his mind seemed to have collapsed, becoming completely hysterical.

Tony lay on his back on the cold ground and felt dizzy for a while. The hand pinched on his neck made his brain start to lack oxygen, and gray halos appeared in front of his eyes. The appearance of floating in the air was very cute. Tony felt the man's boobs. The raised lower body kept rubbing against his thighs, the friction between the fabrics brought a rough and nauseating feeling, together with the burning pain on his neck numb his senses, Tony thought distractedly, this person is fucking/he Torn between killing him and looking like he ended up doing both at the same time, what a good idea.

He clearly knew that he had passed the limit of his physical strength long ago, and he no longer had the strength to kill the opponent. Tony began to seriously consider how much the success rate of killing the opponent would be increased if the big man in front of him was on him. After all, when a man is immersed in sexual desire During the middle, vigilance and concentration will be reduced to a certain extent, so that he can have a chance to survive, but it must be solved in the Colosseum. He also needs to drag the opponent's body to cover part of the bullets outside—— Tony thought about it almost seriously, without even thinking about the loss of being fucked once. It was more like a piece of data and a bargaining chip, which was used to analyze and improve the probability of success.

To some extent, an arms dealer is the most suitable occupation for Tony Stark. He himself is almost a self-destructive desperado. And crazy and dangerous.

But Tony soon found out regrettably that this plan was not feasible, because the big man pressing on him broke his left arm in a fit of excitement, directly reducing his combat effectiveness by half, and Tony couldn't help but tilt his neck up because of the pain. He snorted, but it seemed that the other party was more excited/excited, and the hand that was temporarily relaxed on his neck tightened again.

Tony had to start thinking about another plan while struggling to breathe - regarding the signal he had signaled to the camera before that, he hoped that Moriarty, a criminal who was keen on showing off, would not be willing to let him die in such an obscurity , he will definitely find some way to show off his death to Sherlock and his party, but all this is just his speculation, even the fact that this place is under the subway station is also his speculation, not to mention the complicated subway lines in London , They need a certain amount of time and luck to find this place.

But regarding this matter, he actually didn't have much expectation for it. After all, his luck has never been very good. For example, he has never seen his mother or his father since he was a child. People were thrown into the cave, for example, a bullet got into his heart, for example, he failed to rescue his friend Ethan, for example, Little Pepper married Happy in a blink of an eye, for example, in the world two years later, everyone is far away from him. and go.

Looking at the small white halo constantly floating and jumping in his sight, Tony thought, one sentence among the bunch of bullshit evaluations made by the media on him is actually correct, he is a man who has everything and nothing.

In the world of the superhero Iron Man, the hero never actually appears.

All the time, it's just him.

"Are you crying?" the nigger asked with a strange face, looking at the red eye circles of the other party.

Of course Tony didn't cry, and he even smiled cooperatingly, although the smile was miserable: "Dude, if you've been strangled for so long, your brain will be hypoxic and your eyes will turn red."

The man groaned, and of course he didn't let go of the hand that was on his neck, but clenched it even tighter.

Tony didn't even have the strength to cough, and his pale face gradually turned red. He was convinced that he was going to die, but his thinking became more active. His memory drifted back to his childhood, when he was young in his father's laboratory. Walking back and forth in slippers, he was reading an old-fashioned comic, with a pile of the same comics beside him. This is the only entertainment book in his family, and it seems that his father bought it as a memory, but What is that?Tony thought very seriously, the cover is always filled with blue, red and silver, overwhelming colors, the only colors in the entire book, quietly filling his lack on the night when he lost his father, when he had everything and nothing. world of colors.

Tony found out that he was wrong. At the moment when he was about to be killed, he found that he was not as invincible as he imagined. He had no faith, and he was still useless, holding a tiny, tiny...

No, more than a little bit, he missed, longed for, felt wronged, and even wanted to cry for it.

There are heroes who can belong to him.