The correct way to attack the villain

"I know that it is difficult for you to accept the sudden notification that there will be a life-and-death contest with a group of aliens half a month later, so I accept that some people will withdraw from this operation. No matter what you decide, I respect you, but, I will definitely not Change my decision."

In the meeting room of the Avengers Alliance, as the two leaders of the alliance, Steve and Stark each occupied a single position opposite the chairman's desk, the remaining four members sat on both sides, and a Nick Fury in attendance.

After finishing the last sentence, Stark sat back in his seat, straightened his tie, and then put his hands on both sides of the chair: "Now, let's vote. If you want to quit, you can leave the conference room now. I will pay your wages during the half month of my operation."

The meeting room was quiet.

The first to speak was Steve Rogers, who had remained silent from beginning to end, and to Stark's surprise, the blond man said, "I agree."

Stark said in surprise: "Oh, Captain, it's rare for us to be united."

Captain America stood up from his chair, holding in his hand all the documents related to the war ten years ago summarized by SHIELD overnight, and these documents only occupied half a page after the summary and compilation.

"Currently everything we know about Mandate comes from the man Tony brought in, and assuming everything he says is true—"

"Guaranteed to be true." Stark interjected, "You think my facial nerve micro-analysis lie detector was invented for nothing?"

Hulk, who had been lying on the side listening to their meeting bored, finally raised his head: "Then can it measure what Hulk ate this morning?"

Stark raised his eyebrows: "Do you think your facial nerves can write on your face?"

The Hulk curled his lips, buried his head and went back to sleep, and said by the way: "Boring invention."

Captain America continued: "Assuming everything he said is true, then he may be the only bargaining chip we have to win against the destiny. The destiny has already fought against the earth once, and we can't sit still and wait for the destiny to prepare to launch the next battle." An attack."

Stark shrugged: "That's right, we've already suffered a loss of waiting to die once."

Barton raised his hand: "So can I apply for a personal accident insurance with the highest premium in New York at public expense? After all, you all know that going to outer space is not a joke."

The richest man in New York sitting on a chair: "Buy."

Thor laughed loudly: "Actually, I have always wanted to have a private wine cellar here."

The richest man in New York: "You can pick any winery in the suburbs of Stark Industries New York."

So except for Hulk who was still dozing off on the conference table, everyone looked at Natasha beside Hawkeye.

"What else is there to say? You have already made your decision." Black Widow raised her head and crossed her arms, "I agree."

Nick Fury, who overheard the normal meeting at the other end of the video, said, "If you need it, S.H.I.E.L.D. can also—"

Stark stood up from the chair at once: "Come on, director, your aircraft carrier is not as big as a small toy on the tarmac."

After finishing speaking, he adjusted his suit and walked out of the conference room, planning to go and see the guest who had just moved to the Avengers this morning.

Strange's red cloak appeared in front of Song Mo at around three o'clock in the afternoon as scheduled. It was still the familiar way of going through the fire ring, and it was still the big European-style sofa that came with it, but this time there was an extra small one. A pot of afternoon tea and a plate of biscuits on the round table.

"My cloak was baked temporarily when I heard that I was coming to you." The supreme mage sat on his big sofa, looking at the stack of human-shaped biscuits, and was somewhat unwilling when he mentioned this matter. He also baked for me every day, but after a long time, he even started ordering takeaway for me for dinner."

Strange concluded: "A cloak that loves the new and hates the old."

Song Mo saw the corner of the mage's cloak rolled up on his back, and patted the mage's calf under the table as if to comfort him.

The young man smiled, thanked the cloak and said directly: "Are you here to deal with that thing in my mind?"

Strange looked at Song Mo: "Yes."

Song Mo waited quietly, but after a long time, the supreme mage still didn't speak again, he couldn't help asking: "What's wrong, mage?"

Strange frowned, and he suddenly asked, "Why don't clowns in Gotham kill people?"

Song Mo was stunned for a moment, unable to quickly react to this extremely jumpy topic, it took several minutes before he spoke again: "You know everything."

The supreme mage's expression was very serious: "Answer me."

Song Mo smiled: "Because that will deduct behavioral points."

Strange: "That's an excuse."

Song Mo thought for a while: "Because there is a vigilante dressed as a bat there."

Strange's expression remained unchanged: "As long as you want, no one can stop you."

Song Mo was silent, his blue eyes became out of focus because of a question he couldn't answer.

The answer seemed to be on the edge of his mouth, but he couldn't say anything after opening his mouth. After a long time, the young man lowered his eyes and said, "I don't know, Mage."

Strange asked again: "Have you ever thought about what you really want?"

Song Mo opened his mouth, and finally found that he still couldn't answer.

What does he want?

He wants to change a decent tombstone for his adoptive father, he wants to play the role of a second-generation clown, and he wants to stay away from people like Charles. When he is negative, he thinks about letting his sister be buried with the whole Gotham. In fact, not all of them deserve to die.

He yearns for an extremely free and indulgent life without legal and moral constraints, and sometimes feels that being an ordinary person is actually not bad.

Before he really thought about it, he thought the answer was simple.

Song Mo looked down at his reflection in the coffee cup: "I don't know."

Strange: "You are very conflicted, and you know exactly where the source of the conflict is."

Song Mo didn't speak.

The Supreme Mage looked at the youth.In fact, originally in his plan, he didn't intend to tell Song Mo the solution so soon, at least until he figured out his position.

He did predict Song Mo's future. The young people in front of him are closely related to the survival of the earth. In the end, Otto will achieve his goal, or the earth will be spared. But no matter what kind of outcome is for Song Mo, all his omens are only in the end. will converge into one—

He must die.

Extending the life span of 30 years was not what Strange saw from the prophecy, but the second solution he found in another way after spending the whole night failing to find the right direction.

No one would blindly believe in such things as prophecy, let alone he is the supreme mage, because in the chaotic and intertwined timeline, every action of people in this world will affect the difference in the future,

Just like after he searched through the classics of Kama Taj and finally found the only way to stop the mind in time and copied it and planned to use it on young people, countless new branches were opened up on the dead end of the original youth, but .

He wasn't relieved by the ending those branches foreshadowed.

Because these branches truly fulfilled the natural disasters predicted by the Eye of Agamotto a long time ago——

The destruction of the second generation of civilization, the advent of the third generation of civilization.

The Supreme Mage finally sighed.

He stood up, walked behind the young man, folded his hands in front of him and slowly pulled them apart.

The Eye of Agamotto hanging on the mage's neck slowly lit up.

"Hope you don't disappoint us all."

When Stark came to the floor where the young man was, the supreme mage had already completed his time-stop spell, took his sofa and table into the fire circle and walked cleanly, Song Mo was the only one sitting in the hall on the second floor On the sofa, holding coffee in both hands, seems to be thinking about something, engrossed.

The setting sun was just right, projecting in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, those blue eyes were as pure as the Malibu inner sea in midsummer.

"Looking at your appearance, no one would have guessed that you are a vicious criminal." Iron Man, who had seen countless people, couldn't help but say something.

The young man on the sofa came back to his senses, turned his head to look at the bearded man leaning on the door frame, and said with a smile, "It's impossible for a villain to write the word villain on his face 24 hours a day."

Tony Stark, who obviously didn't think so, immediately reported a series of names: "Red Skull, Zemo, Whiplock, Hammer—"

Song Mo: "The criminals in Gotham are different from those in New York, Mr. Stark."

"Indeed." The richest man in New York, who has been featured in the New York Fashion Week countless times, agrees, "The criminals in New York have much more taste than you."

He sat on the single sofa diagonally across from Song Mo, picked up the bagged blueberries on the table and stuffed them into his mouth: "At least the Red Skull knows to wear a black windbreaker every time he plays, even though the whip locks are not that long. How about but at least the dress is decent, and no one is running around the street in a green wig and a purple suit."

Song Mo: "..."

The only nanny robot in the entire building was graciously handing over a cup of freshly brewed hot coffee to his boss. Stark reached out to take it, and frowned after seeing the rust stains on the robot: "This is What shit? Jarvis, are there no other cleaners in the building?"

Jarvis: "Last month you said you were going to put twenty of the latest babysitting robots in the building."

Tony Stark: "And then?"

Jarvis: "And then you forgot."

Tony Stark touched his nose: "Okay, it's your fault for not reminding me." He tapped the oval head of the nanny robot, with a smile in his voice, "Go to the basement and wait for me, I will give You upgrade your hardware."

The inverted triangular eyes of the nanny robot flashed excitedly, then obediently left the hall and drove to the basement.

Tony Stark took a sip of coffee: "The mage has solved that thing in your mind?"

Seeing Song Mo nodding his head, he continued, "Then we can talk about business now."

Song Mo: "Say it, sir."

So Stark said.

He looked at Song Mo.

"I want to see Huberian."

The time is eight o'clock in the evening New York time.

The address is the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean off Lower City Island, Gotham City.

A huge wave swept across the sky without warning, and slapped hard on the abandoned harbor of Xiacheng Island. This is a no-man's land, and no one cares about what happened here. The waves became more and more violent as they hit the reef several times. Small, finally regained calm.

No one knows that just now, a behemoth that is as large as the entire Lower City Island quietly appeared on the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, and if Nick Fury, Natasha or whoever experienced the alien invasion ten years ago If the main personnel of the war were at the scene, they would blurt out his name the first time they saw this.

Huberian.

Almost as soon as the aircraft carrier appeared, Stark put on his steel suit and boarded the Hyperion apron at the same time as Song Mo.The transparent protective cover separated the sea water, and the two of them walked on the ground.

Tony Stark looked at the large and small light cruisers and heavy cruisers of various types parked on the Hyperion tarmac and countless warships engraved with the sign of destiny, although he was mentally prepared.

The well-informed Iron Man still couldn't help swearing.

"I have to admit." Iron Man said his first words after stepping on Hyperion, "If this was created by the leader of Destiny, then he is indeed a genius."

Song Mo: "Many people say that. When Otto was born, the previous bishop of the church said that he would become No.1 among all Catholic bishops."

A refitted flying ship with smooth lines stopped in front of the young man, and the young man opened the driver's door and sat on it—no one would want to walk the entire Hyperion apron with their feet in order to reach the Hyperion control room. Because that's probably enough for them to go until dawn the next day.

Iron Man followed the modified car with a turbojet, and the modified car was connected to his communication device, the young man said clearly.

"Hubrian, as the main body of the attack in the battle ten years ago, is probably the invention that Otto is most proud of so far, so there is nothing better than studying this to quickly understand the core technology of Destiny."

"If you want to have a more comprehensive understanding of Tianming Technology, I can always park the aircraft carrier here."

Tony Stark raised his eyebrows: "If I remember correctly, this is the site of the Gotham Vigilante."

After speaking, as if confirming his words, the phone in Song Mo's pocket vibrated.He looked at the name on the caller ID and pressed to answer.

"boss?"

He didn't turn off the communication when he spoke, Tony Stark glanced at the direction of the driver's seat of the modified car through his metal mask, and whistled: "What did I say?"

Bruce Wayne's voice came from the other end of the phone: "What did you put in the West Sea?"

Song Mo switched the modified car to autopilot mode, and then cut off the communication with Stark before saying: "My ship, boss."

Bruceton paused for half a second: "Hubrian?"

Song Mo smiled and narrowed his eyes: "Yes, it's the area closest to the safe waters of Xiacheng Island. Do you want to visit?"

Bruce: "With the Tin Woodman in New York?"

Song Mo shut up.As far as the relationship between these two rich men is not even in the right place, this proposal is obviously bad.

So he changed the subject: "I'm sorry I didn't inform you in advance, but I don't think you will mind. After all, it's better to put this on your site than on SHIELD's site. I'll give you a break." With all the access rights of Berlian, you can come up at any time to research anything related to Tianming Technology, and—”

Someone knocked on the roof of the modified car at this time, Song Mo didn't even need to adjust the external monitoring to know that it must be some richest man who was impatiently waiting to remind him to get down to business.

Song Mo curled his lips, and could only say, "Boss, I have something else to do. I'll contact you later."

After speaking, he hung up the phone and reconnected Iron Man's communication device: "Do you have any questions?"

Stark asked, "What is your relationship with your boss?"

Song Mo was stunned for a moment: "I mean, the question about Hyperion. If you have something that you are particularly curious about or want to know, we can get some research directions from it—"

Stark obviously wasn't listening to the young man. He maintained the same speed as the modified car, opened the door of the passenger seat of the modified car halfway and sat on it. The mask automatically opened upwards. He said to himself: "Barton crossed the boundary back then. Half of his hair was scorched by him, and he used dozens of fighter jets to target my chest before I crossed the line, and we were all just chasing New York criminals who fled to Gotham."

"It's fine that you brought Osborn and Strange to Gotham before, but now that he blatantly puts such a large aircraft carrier into his territory, he just called you gently? Not to mention that you are still his enemy."

Song Mo couldn't even tell from Tony Stark's tone whether he thought so seriously or just wanted to make fun of him.

And if it's a joke, Song Mo doesn't mind making it bigger.

He said blankly: "He wants to be my father, so do you understand?"

Tony Stark looked complicated: "Then it seems that you may indeed be rivals."

Song Mo didn't speak, and after the modified car drove forward for a while, he realized after a while: "How do you know—"

Tony Stark: "How do I know Bruce Wayne is Batman?"

Song Mo nodded.

Tony Stark spread his hands exaggeratedly: "I not only know that Bruce Wayne is Batman, I also know that Clark Kent is Superman, please, I'm not a fool, I don't want to repeat this sentence a third time."

Song Mo looked away and didn't answer any more.

He also didn't ask questions about "Who is Clark Kent" which is obviously not like a high IQ criminal would ask in the current atmosphere.