Superhero Damage Control [Comprehensive]

Lucy found Holmes downstairs in an apartment, which was rented by her old boss Bob. Poor old Bob left his house to his wife and children, so he could only rent the apartment. After the death, because there were no relatives to take over the property, after a round of investigation by the police, it was temporarily vacant because the case was shelved.Lucy looked at Bob's handwritten name on the button, and felt that something was wrong.

"On a date?" asked Holmes, but not in a questioning tone.

Lucy forced a perfunctory smile, and her eyes suggested that Holmes was none of his business.

"You smell like a man's aftershave... But your relationship with him is obviously not close enough." Holmes is obviously not the kind of person who is intimidated by a look, "You only kissed him face to face." .”

"If you don't dig out other people's privacy to show off, you won't give up." Lucy snorted coldly, took out a tuna sandwich from her bag, and planned to gag Holmes.

"No, it will affect my sense of smell. Now is not the time to enjoy it. I need my sense of smell to investigate cases." Holmes pushed away without thinking.

Use the sense of smell to investigate cases?How to check?

When Lucy saw Sherlock Holmes lying on the ground with his butt raised high and his nose sticking to the ground like a dog sniffing the carpet inch by inch, she immediately couldn't help but took out her phone and opened the front door. He set up a camera, took a photo with the "Sherlock Holmes dog" in the background, and sent it to Tony with a message: How are you doing?

Soon, Tony returned a text message: I thought you, a little traitor, had forgotten me long ago.

By the way, I went back to a photo. There was a rope tied around Watson's waist, and the other end of the rope was tied to Tony's waist. The two were running on the Malibu beach. Tony stuck out his tired tongue, looking like he was being walked by Watson. A disabled dead dog.

Lucy couldn't help snorting, and Holmes suddenly took the phone away.

"Concentrate, Lang." Holmes was quite dissatisfied with his new partner.

"You haven't told me what we're looking for." Lucy snatched back her phone.

"The reason. The reason why Dr. Lizard chose Bob Koz and two other people as the transformation person. I have tried to find the common ground of the three deceased, the same medical history, the same experience, the same prayer church, the same Contact person, etc., but I couldn't find it... It was mentioned in the police report that Mr. Coates had been taking antidepressant drugs during his lifetime, and this has been confirmed by you." Holmes went into the bathroom, opened the mirror, Looking at the medicine bottles placed in the medicine compartment inside, many of the labels had been torn off. He found a small blue medicine bottle, shook it, and there were four blue round pills inside.

"I really don't understand, there are three transforming people, why only Bob ran out and made a big fuss at Tony Stark's party, if they really want to do some secret experiment, shouldn't they do it quietly Is it?" Lucy flipped through the books on Bob's desk, a few self-help books, useless.

Holmes snatched the phone from Lucy, took a few photos of the medicine bottle and pills, sent them to Tony, and threw the phone to Lucy: "If he calls you, ask him to ask Hua Sheng, are the small pills and the name of the medicine correct?"

Sure enough, within five seconds, Lucy's phone rang.

"Why don't you ask yourself? As an opportunity for moderation?" Lucy asked, pressing down, and Holmes gave her a spare look.

"Hi Tony, it seems that you have been very healthy recently." Lucy couldn't help but mocked Tony with the health problems that Captain America often talked about.

Panting, Tony responded: "My brain is almost rusted, you call this health? I feel like a prisoner who is taken out every day for a walk. I will arrange a special plane for you, do you want to come over?" Come with me, help me bring my little Dummy, and if you can, bring my MK5 toolbox while they're not looking."

"You just can't stop, can you?"

"What do you expect, creation is my life." Tony said, "Forging copper and iron is the best spiritual massage for me."

On the other end of the phone, Tony stopped running and leaned against the reef, panting heavily while leaning on his waist. He looked at the sea horizon in the distance. Flapping on the beach, seagulls fly overhead in twos and threes, everything here is so peaceful and peaceful, but he misses the hustle and bustle of the big city in New York, the 24-hour non-stop working state, countless parties, dancing, and the cover of Playboy Girl, even the ramblings of the old Popsicle are within the range of his thoughts, not to mention the little traitor who made him run and can't do anything here.

The little traitor who can show two rows of white teeth when he smiles, the little traitor who can talk and laugh in times of crisis, and the little traitor who sits with him on the advertising sign and eats donuts, when he knows that he has created countless The little traitor who jumped over like a little sparrow without thinking when he was wearing a steel armor.

It was only then that Tony discovered that he could remember every moment he spent with Lucy clearly. This doesn't match the persona of his romantic president who has countless lovers and sleeps with Playboy cover girls at all. No, it won't work. ...this is too bad!

Tony and Lucy were both thinking of different things, and fell into a weird silence.

Lucy's breathing interrupted Tony Feixiang's thoughts, and she suddenly asked him a question he hadn't expected: "How many Iron Man do you think you can make?"

Tony was questioned. He once thought that only one Iron Man was enough, but everything that happened later...he just wanted to create more Iron Man, and he couldn't protect everything he wanted to protect by himself.

"Thirty, forty... It's best to mass produce, I can't do it alone."

Lucy on the opposite side rolled her eyes, and it turned out that you frankly made me an Ultron.

"That's weird, you keep saying you're Iron Man, but now it looks like you think you can be Iron Man just by putting on that shell."

"I...I don't know." Tony was a little dazed, "Maybe, after all, I still need to go through some small training. For example, those who use electromagnetic light waves, hand cannons, shoulder armor blasting bombs, etc., those things It’s not something you can play if you want to.”

Lucy chuckled: "In my opinion, there can be thousands of steel suits, but maybe only one person will choose to rush into that big hole with it when the nuclear bomb is about to explode. It doesn't matter whether it is Iron Man or not. It's not about that person's fighting power, but some... other things, what kind of person is under the iron suit determines whether he can bear the title of Iron Man..."

"Is it okay for a slutty billionaire who sleeps on the cover girl of Playboy, and a technological genius who invents a patent every day?" Tony's cynical voice tried to interrupt Lucy's sensationalism, "Oh, it seems that it can only be me."

"You know what I'm talking about." Lucy didn't care about Tony's deliberate evasion, "There is only one Iron Man in this world, and there is only one Tony Stark. He has a brain that shines like a diamond, and he has a golden heart." Like a heart, can you believe it, I am his big fan."

Tony suddenly felt a little hot in his eyes.Since the New York War, he has been making steel suits non-stop, and even has a bigger plan to protect the earth in his heart, all of which come from his fear, and he finally realizes that he is just a mortal body , He needs to create more defensive weapons with mass destruction to make himself feel at ease, and making weapons has almost become a kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder for him.

"You can make countless battle suits and deploy countless defensive facilities, but you can't bring real peace to the world. Danger always exists. Superheroes who can choose to sacrifice without hesitation when danger comes are the last in this world. The line of defense. Tony, it's not the suit of steel that makes you an extraordinary person, you are so special."

"Oh don't say it, I'm about to cry." Tony rubbed his eyes really, "Can I borrow these words, the next time I go on stage to receive an award for the most handsome superhero to save the world I'm writing my acceptance speech."

"Fuck you, you have to pay me." Lucy joked.

"I thought Sherlock Holmes asked you enough, and there is still a lot of compensation for leaving the job!"

"You know that I was kicked out by Orion Company?"

"Uh... This matter is strictly a conspiracy between the two of us. If you want, you can go to work at the Stark Foundation next week." Stark said, he noticed the sign that Lucy was about to lose his temper, Quickly added, "But believe me, what I said at the time was to respect your opinion and let Holmes try his best to lobby you to resign. I didn't expect him to kick you out of the company directly!"

"Let's not take this as an example. Let me think about going to work. After all, I have to consider a more suitable salary and position after changing jobs." Lucy said coldly, "But don't just think about it."

Tony felt a layer of cold sweat on his back.

Lucy's voice became serious again: "Think about what I said, you have to get rid of your excessive obsession with technology and weapons, and don't be bound by those steel gadgets."

Holmes's obnoxious voice cut in: "I didn't tell you to call Tony Stark to give you an opportunity to flirt with him. Have you forgotten that we should be down to business?"

Lucy pressed the receiver and chatted with Holmes, and then asked about the photo. Tony called Watson over. Watson saw the photo clearly and snorted twice: "Sherlock, I know you are here." Listen, stop your little word game, you know my phone number, stop bothering Miss Long and Mr Stark, and, this is not a pill for depression, it's a pill that improves people in the short term It can make people more moody, irritable, manic, and it can worsen depression."

Sherlock and Lucy looked at each other, and Lucy felt a surge of rage that whoever gave Bob the drug must have caused Bob's death.

Lucy hung up the phone, suppressing her anger: "Someone deliberately changed Bob's medicine to make him collapse faster and commit suicide, and then they took Bob's body and let him transform. But Bob has been taking this drug for a long time, which made him still irritable after transformation, so he escaped..."

Holmes tentatively endorses this reasoning: "At any rate we shall find the man who gave Bob the pill."

The mysterious phone call appeared in Lucy's mind again, and she thought she already knew where the source was. The organization that transformed Deadpool Wade Wilson was the one who pushed Bob to the abyss of death, but she thought that this organization Command to look for those who are dying, instead of reforming those who have died... And how can the dead be resurrected?

Lucy racked her brains and couldn't figure out what went wrong.

The final answer, perhaps only one person has.

"Doctor Lizard," said Lucy, "we need to find him as soon as possible."

On the beach in Malibu, Tony looked at the blacked-out screen, feeling a sense of reluctance in his heart.

"Tony, run another two kilometers, victory is just ahead, yo hoo~" Watson encouraged Tony optimistically.

Tony stuffed the phone into his arm pocket slowly: "Joan, I have to admit something to you."

Tony took a deep breath, proclaiming the end of the world: "I secretly made the Iron Man suit while you were sleeping."

"What?!!" Watson exclaimed, "Captain America and I have confiscated all your tools."

Tony peeked at Watson's livid face, and had to admit: "There is an underground studio in my Malibu villa, it's secret."

"...how many did you make?"

"three……"

"three item????"

"Three...thirty...a lot of parts are ready-made, so it's faster to make." Tony ran away without waiting for Watson to get angry, pointing forward while running, "Look, there's Leona ahead. Do DiCaprio's villa, if you are lucky today, you might be able to have a meal with him!! Run, Watson!!"

"Tony, I want to tell Captain America and Miss Boots about this!!!" Watson chased after Tony.

Tony was running in big strides. The cloud that had shrouded his head since the New York War finally slowly dissipated. He felt the kind of genuine comfort, happiness, and...

release.

Yes, from the fear of the future, from the guilt of the past, from the obsession with the steel body...

He was liberated.