Soft singing could heal the soul, fragrant wine could heal fatigue, and long-lost friends could soothe nerves. But often, when these three were combined, the effect was not as good as one imagined …
"Phew …"
Seiber furrowed his brows and swallowed the wine in his glass. He felt the cold liquid in his mouth and swallowed it with difficulty. Finally, he let out a deep breath and leaned back on the futuristic chair. He reached for the wine bottle on the table and looked at it.
"Is this thing really worth one million dollars? Why do I feel that it tastes weird? "
Tony Stark, who was busy, glanced at him. He took off the gold-rimmed glasses on his face, put on special experiment gloves on his hands, and put the dark red helmet Saber brought on the experiment table in front of him.
"That needs to be tasted, not swallowed in one gulp like you did. Vodka is the most suitable for you."
Tony's hands circled the helmet up and down, and a very delicate blueprint of blue lines appeared above the experiment table. The seemingly ordinary blueprint shook up and down with his fingers.
"This thing looks very ordinary. There's no technological content in it at all. Jarvis, magnify it 100 times!"
Tony said casually. Saber was stunned for a moment, then looked around. "Who are you talking to?"
"Jarvis, electronic butler, laboratory assistant …"
The billionaire turned his head to look at him. Looking at the confused expression on Saber's face, he rubbed his forehead helplessly. "Artificial intelligence, genius …"
As he spoke, the blueprint of the helmet's internal structure, which was completely composed of blue lines, was quickly magnified in front of them. Saber could not help but stand up from the chair. Tony put his hands on the edge of the experiment table and curiously turned the large model over.
"Tsk tsk, seven layers of construction, seven different metals, and even the outermost coating is strange. It seems that this thing is really something else!"
Tony clicked his tongue in wonder. He held the cold helmet in his hand and looked at it over and over again. His eyes were filled with a special kind of joy. As a real rich man, he had always been very interested in these strange things. He tried to buckle the helmet on his head. After walking around a few times, he took it off and held it in his hand.
"It's close to a full-coverage defense, and it's much heavier than a normal helmet. It must be very painful to wear this thing for a long time."
A mocking smile appeared on the playboy's face. "A perfect design concept, a terrible design product. This must be made by a layman, but its effect should be very strong."
Saber was not interested in these theories at all. He only cared about one thing.
"Hey, buddy, can you copy it?"
"Duplicate? Are you kidding me? "
Tony Stark gave Saber a contemptuous look and threw the helmet to the side. "You're humiliating me, aren't you? Now that we know the principle, we can improve it and make a more perfect product. "
He spread out his hands like a fanatical researcher.
"Thinner, more stable, better feel, add some other functions … make a better shape … for example, yes! Your mask … "
Tony snapped his fingers. "You can integrate this idea into your mask and turn it into a generator with some kind of shielding force field. It only needs to protect the head. At most, you can add a headband, or simply design it into a full-coverage helmet! A weapon with this idea will definitely be very popular in the battle against the mutated humans. "
Seeing that Tony was about to fall into a research frenzy, Saber had to reach out and interrupt him.
"Hey, hey, buddy, calm down. This thing is right here. You can study it whenever you want. I don't have time to be your test subject. I need to go out for a while. If everything goes well, I'll be back in New York or Gotham by the time you have some results."
Tony Stark's fanatical thoughts were interrupted, but he wasn't too angry. Instead, he walked to the table and poured himself a glass of wine. He first sniffed it gently, then pursed his lips. He opened a box. The TV screen opposite the two lit up. The scene was full of the confrontation between the marchers and the mutated humans in New York.
The reporters were never afraid of things getting out of hand, so the scenes they filmed were always direct and violent.
"Look at this messed up world. I heard that a guy called 'Magneto' detonated the EMP? He also fought with you guys at the Statue of Liberty for a night. It is said that seven blocks around the battlefield were completely destroyed and hundreds of people were killed or injured. Look at it now, the whole of New York is a mess. "
Tony held a glass of wine and leaned on the table. He said with a strange expression.
"When I was young, I also came into contact with the mutated humans. At that time, I felt that they were quite pitiful and lonely. Now it seems that I should be grateful that they didn't kill me …"
He picked up the glass again and sipped the amber liquid. He looked at Saber.
"Why are the mutated humans so dangerous? A single person could paralyze an entire city? What is the background of the Mutated Brotherhood? They look like a group of violent people. "
"There is probably no third mutated human in the world who is as strong as Eric."
Saber scratched his head. "I don't know much. A lot of information about the mutated humans is blocked by SHIELD. As for the Mutated Brotherhood, I don't want to say much about their philosophy, but their style of doing things is too hateful …"
He lit a cigarette and sat in the chair in a limp posture, his eyes staring at the gentle light above his head.
"Three hours ago, I should be considered as a moderate who specializes in fighting against these radicals. Our leader is a bald old man who can fight with Eric until the end of the world. He sits in a wheelchair and is a ruthless person who can preach. With just one look, he can replace your mind with that of a six-year-old girl …"
Saber squinted his eyes at Tony maliciously. "Who knows, he might even let your little pepper braid your hair …"
Tony looked at him suspiciously. He showed a unique eagerness and enthusiasm for these secrets that belong under the surface of the world. However, he was a smart man after all. He quickly understood the meaning behind Saber's words.
"What about now? Did you have a falling out with them? "
Tony drank the rest of the wine little by little. He took out a box of exquisite cigars from the drawer and threw it to Saber. He whispered, "I smell a story from you. Come, tell me."
Seiber glanced at him and spent three minutes telling him the whole story. In the end, he lit another cigar, leaned back in his chair, and spoke amidst the smoke.
"Actually, it's nothing. It's just that our ideals are different … I don't think I'm suitable for saving the world. It's enough to try it once. I think I'm more suited to be alone. I don't have any attachments. I can go wherever I want and do whatever I want."
There was a rare hint of tiredness in his eyes and a trace of determination.
"If you interact too much with those with ideals and beliefs, it's easy to become a hot-blooded person like them. I'm not discriminating against them, but some people are destined to be heroes, and some people are destined to be unknown. There are too many restrictions, and I don't like it … It's better to be straightforward."
"But haven't you realized that you have something to worry about now?"
As a bystander, Tony rationally helped Saber analyze the situation.
"Those kids that you brought along … I remember Hogan told me last time that you only have one girl by your side. That's your sister, right? But look at you now. Wow, a group of kids is following you. If I didn't know who you are, I would've thought that you changed your career to become a youth counselor …"
"You've changed, Saber. Admit it, you're not the same as before! If we don't consider your age, can we call it 'growing pains'? "
Tony reached out and took two apples from the plate beside him. He threw one to Saber and took a bite of his own. "You've become more like a normal person … The coldness that keeps people away has dissipated a lot. Uh, except for the strange red light in your eyes … Seriously, don't you need a full body checkup?"
Tony's words left Saber speechless. He didn't even know how to refute, but he had to admit that maybe Tony was right. He had never encountered such a problem before, and it made him feel a little helpless. He didn't know how to deal with this change. In the end, he raised his head and looked at Tony with a pleading gaze.
"Then … Then what should I do?"
Tony looked at Saber, this person who killed people like flies. He looked at the helpless look in his eyes. He shrugged and took a bite of the apple.
"Uh, when my parents died, I locked myself in my room for three whole days. But it wasn't because I was sad …"
The Playboy spread out his hands. "I know I should be sad. I should feel pain like a normal person, but … I can't. You know, I've had a bad relationship with my parents since I was young. I just feel like I've lost something important, but I don't feel sad … Not even a little bit."
Tony turned his head and looked at the wall of the basement. There was an abstract painting hanging there. It was so clumsy that it looked like a child's doodle.
"My sadness came three years late. Recently, when I thought of them, I realized that their image in my mind had never faded. This is probably sadness, but life always changes …"
The Playboy turned around and saw Saber looking at him with a confused expression. The latter scratched his head and said in confusion.
"Although I don't think I should interrupt you, but … What are you trying to say?"
"Damn it!"
Tony scratched his head fiercely. "What I want to say is, f * cking change. What does the changes in life have to do with you? Just do what you have to do! If a change can change your personality, how miserable would you have been in the first twenty years of your life? "
After a few minutes, Saber shrugged.
"You're right. Although it's useless to me, I still have to thank you, Tony … Alright, I'm leaving. I'll send them back to Gotham, and then … a trip."
"A trip? Where are you going? If it were me, I could recommend a few places to you. It's the best place to relax! "
Tony was excited and wanted to say something, but he was interrupted by Saber's gaze. The guy stood up from the chair, stretched his arms, and reached for the alloy knife beside him.
"I appreciate your kindness, but I've already chosen my destination … The Western Desert. I'm going there to meet someone."
On the other side, on the 17th floor of the triangular wing building, the circuit that had just been repaired was not very stable. The flickering voltage made the atmosphere in the entire office strange.
Nick Fury sat behind the desk, and Coulson sat in front of him. The Lv8 had abrasions at the corner of his eyes, and his face was bruised. He looked miserable.
"What do you want from me, Coulson?"
Fury flipped through the documents and glanced at his right-hand man. "You should go back and recuperate now."
A hint of hesitation flashed in Coulson's eyes, but soon, he gritted his teeth.
"Director, you really didn't send anyone else to assist in the Weapon X project?"
"Hmm?"
The pen in Fury's hand stopped, and he looked at Coulson. "What did you find?"
"Saber told me that when he was chasing the remnants of Stryker's forces, he found SHIELD agents looking for living samples for this system!"
Coulson took out a data card from his pocket and placed it on Fury's desk.
"I've reread the dossier on Weapon X and found this. Two years ago, in November, you personally signed a document authorizing five Lv5 agents to assist in the Ministry of Defense's experimental project. Seiber was right, Director Fury. It seems like you're hiding a lot of things."
Fury didn't answer, but inserted the data card into the computer next to him, tapped it a few times, and saw a photocopy of the document. His one eye stared at the screen. After ten seconds, he reached out and walked to the edge of the office. He gently pressed on an inconspicuous wall, and a layer of light blue light swept across the entire office.
"Coulson, tell me, this time you led the team to assist the X-Men in their battle against the Brotherhood. Whose order did you receive?"
Coulson was a little confused when he heard this question. Finally, he pointed to Fury in confusion. "It was you, Director, you personally gave me the order through the encrypted channel!"
"Haha …"
Fury let out a low laugh. "What if I told you that I didn't issue any orders at all at that time? I thought the world was peaceful, and when I received the news, it was when Magneto caught Hawkeye … And the document you brought was not signed by me. There was also a fake Magneto's top-secret information. I checked the personnel transfers in the past 15 years this morning, but I have never seen more than 30% of the transfer documents, but they were approved by me. Coulson, there is an invisible hand manipulating all of this. Our enemy is not just external … "
"What?!"
Coulson sat up on the spot in shock, and Fury glanced at him.
"I need you to go to Greenland and Iceland to search again. I will give you another two months, at any cost! Bring back the people we need! Coulson, don't trust … anyone until the danger is lifted. "
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