At least a year ago, the emergence of illegal drugs?
Brant speculated.At least 24 years ago, you appeared.Tony said calmly.Brent:!!!
Brandt had to be impressed by Mr.
Stark's investigative methods and logical skills, and he was rather amazed and said: You have a terrible brain.Tony no longer hesitated to give compliments: You are also a rare person who can keep up with my thinking, and chatting with you is not boring.There are definitely a lot of people who hate you.Brandt said: If this way of speaking you are not just for me.Tony said nonchalantly: So what, there are more people who like me.Narcissism.Brandt concluded: still very conceited.But I don't mind, the time for small talk is over, and you don't need a sober brain now, right?
Tony listens to the strings and knows what he means: Of course, it's hangover time.Brant is back to the fridge, whiskey or sake?
Which would you like to come?
Tony Shi said with a smile: Children only make choices, of course I want them all.Reasonable.Brant came back with whiskey in one hand and sake in the other: I believe now that drinking some wine when I'm in a bad mood will really feel much more comfortable.Wouldn't I be able to drink every day?
Tony poured himself a glass of sake, thought for a moment and said, "But that's not bad, after all, I'm upset every day, and there are few people who can make me happy."
Haha, you're funny.Brant was genuinely amused.You're not bad either.Tony also narrowed his eyes and boasted.It was getting darker and darker, and Harpy, who was not small, shrank pitifully in the driver's seat, counting the seconds hand on his watch round and round, and looking at the door of Morgan's house from time to time.Didn't you say that it would come out in a while?
It's been four and a half hours, boss, have you forgotten me again!
QxQ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※Harpy: The world is not worth it :) Omir: I only deserve to be in memories now?
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+++ Happy birthday to Brother Bucket yesterday, you won't blame me for forgetting yesterday, right?
Chapter 35 Thirty-fifth Psychopath Harpy sat in the car until half past eleven, and finally couldn't help but ring the doorbell of Brandt's house, and it was not the owner of the house nor the boss who opened the door, and that Peter's little friend Jason.I'm coming to Mr.
Stark?
Harpy said embarrassedly: He has a meeting at half past seven tomorrow morning, and it will be too late to leave.Oh.Jason said expressionlessly: Then you have to take him away.Harpy felt an ominous premonition.Sure enough, as soon as he entered the door, Harpy saw Tony &middot drunk; Stark.He only felt that his blood pressure was soaring, his heart began to beat wildly, and again, he wanted to resign, but thinking about his salary several times, he still resigned himself to his boss and walked over.He's been drinking for 14 days, and I naively thought he would succeed this time.Picked up the empty bottle that Tony was holding and placed it on the coffee table.Peter straightened Tony for Harpy and put one of his arms around Harpy's neck and over his shoulder: This time?
That means it's been many times?
Harpy said bitterly: There are 23 records this year.Jason asked strangely: How much at a time?
Harpy pondered for a while and said, "The shortest is 17 hours, the longest is 24 days, and Jason looked at him indescribably: You're right."
Harpy wondered: What did I say?
Jason: You're naïve enough to think he'll make it.Harpy: The dutiful Harpy walks away with Tony, and after seeing off Mr.
Stark, the little angel Peter picks up the drunk Brandt!
I also hugged it to the bed.Jason didn't help, but he followed.Brandt's eyes were closed, and his hands were placed on Peter's abdomen in a regular manner, looking harmless to humans and animals, and he looked like he was easy to bully.Jason thinks so too.So that's why you pigtailed him?
Peter asked incredulously: Won't Brant see the top of his head when he wakes up tomorrow morning?
Except that you're me, or are you going to lie to Mr.
Stark when he got drunk?
Jason's eyes lit up: You reminded me, good idea.Peter refused to speak to him, covered Brandt, closed the door, and went back to his room.Peter and Jason should be roommates now, and Brant rented a small villa with few rooms, two bedrooms, two guest rooms, and a small loft where all people could live.Needless to say, Brant and Neil occupied one room before, Julie lived in the attic, and one room was stacked with tools and luggage as a grocery room early on, and then Bucky moved in, and Jason and Peter had to huddle together and be roommates.A roommate in a bed.Thankfully, the bed was big enough for Peter to lie on his left side with his back to Jason and bombard Harpy with his phone.
[Harpy, when did you come to Miami?]
][How long does Mr.
Stark plan to stay?]
][To be honest, I've been rusting for more than half a month, and you know, there's no big task here.] ][Oh can't say that, that was a big case two days ago?]
][I think that drug is a bit like a low-grade version of the super serum, Captain America's, and those mutants are very powerful.] ][But when is the next mission released?]
][By the way, S.H.I.E.L.D. should exist too, right?]
During the cosmic fusion, it's really hard to say. ][Ah, I can't seem to say this?]
I mean, the universe is merging, can I?
]Happy: [I'm driving, Peter.] ]Peter tapped his head in frustration and began to press his phone again.
[Oh, sorry.] ][I don't know, I mean, I thought you were there.] ][Okay, I won't bother you to drive.] ][Stay safe, Harpy.] ]However, Peter waited for a long time, but did not get a reply of even half a word.With a heavy heart, he put his phone on the bedside, and Peter pillowed his arm and quickly fell asleep.Jason's posture is much more arrogant, lying on his back with his legs spread, and the domineering one occupies most of the bed.He took out the batrang he had picked up during the day, pillowed it behind his head with one hand, and held it up with the other to look at it carefully.The moonlight poured through the window all over the bed, and Jason looked at the black batrang, and his mind couldn't help but think of the big black bat.How could that rotten gambler have a batarang?
What's going on here?
Jason had a lot of questions on his mind, but anyway, since the batrang was here, he shouldn't be too far away.Thinking so, Jason suddenly clenched his fists, clenched the batrang tightly in his palm, and let out a long sigh.Bruce, where the hell are you, where are you exactly?
Bruce also said that this question is not very good.Opening his heavy eyelids, Bruce sat up sharply, but the dull pain of the wound made him unsteam and fall back again.I advise you not to act rashly.A cold voice said.Bruce was on guard, his chin tightening and his lips pursed.But then, a kind female voice sounded: You old man can't speak well, don't say it.Young man, your ribs are cracked and you can't move, this old guy is also worried about you, so he said so, his mouth habit is a stinky problem for decades, and it can't be changed.Bruce calmed down, and when he looked at it, he realized that it was an old lady with gray hair who was talking to him, looking at him with a smile.And what didn't sound like a good person before was a little old man who glared at him with a dissatisfied face.Looking down at his black professional outfit, Bruce couldn't help but be even more confused.What the hell is going on?
Bruce begins to reminisce that he was guarding his Gotham today, as always, and then oh yes, and then met the Riddler, the protagonist of the day.In the process of solving the puzzle, he accidentally fell into the trap of the other party and fell from the rooftop.Although he grabbed the guardrail with a hook lock in time, he still slammed on the balcony on the 8th floor and fainted.So how could he be in a car?
Or a high-end motorhome with a strong family atmosphere?
Thinking so, Bruce asked.The little old man stared at him with his arms crossed, and said in a weird way: Who knows why you fainted in the wilderness, and you don't look like a good person in this outfit, baby we shouldn't take him in, wouldn't it be good to call an ambulance at that time.The old lady squinted her eyes and said with a smile: Look how strong he is, he is exactly the same as when you were young, and it is up to him to miss you???
The little old man was simply angry and crooked: I am also strong now, I am still more handsome than this faceless guy, I said why don't you go to prison to see me in seven or eight years, any bad legs and feet are all excuses!
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The old lady was still smiling, obviously not taking her wife's vexatious troubles seriously: how could it be, dear, don't think about it.The middle-aged man sitting in the co-pilot listened to the conversation between his parents and me, and endured it for a long time, but he couldn't help it, and interrupted them in a loud voice: Dad, Mom, are we still traveling as planned?
Or send this gentleman to the nearest hospital.Bruce finally interjected: It's good to be in the hospital, excuse me and ask, where is this in Gotham?
He looked at the scenery on the side of the road and thought for a long time, but he didn't expect when Gotham would have such a place, he knew every inch of Gotham, and it was impossible not to recognize it.But the middle-aged man's answer made the doubts in his heart even worse: Gotham?
This is Miami.Miami?
That coastal metropolis in Florida?
Bruce was full of question marks, and he couldn't figure out how he moved from Gotham to Miami, thousands of kilometers away, during his short period of coma.Gotta tell Ah Fu quickly.Thinking so, he turned on the contact device, but there was no signal on the other side, and borrowed his mobile phone to call Ah Fu, but it kept prompting that it was an empty number.I couldn't help but open Google, search for his city none, search for Wayne Group none, search for Superman Green Arrow and Flash are all none.Inexplicably came to Gotham, thousands of kilometers away, no one knows, and Afu, who has become an empty number, and Bruce &middot who can't find this person; Wayne, all of it all came together, gave him an ominous premonition.He may have come to another universe, thinking of Gotham without his supervision for a while, Batman's brows under the hood furrowed tightly, and it simply broke an old mother's heart.Seattle.In a huge tank more than a person high, an adult male hangs in the water, his eyes shining with a lake-green sheen through the water waves.His limbs hung in the water, unable to move, but his consciousness gradually returned.From today onwards, you will be called Omir!
Xiao Douding said seriously.I don't want to give this painting to the teacher, I want to give it to you.The kid held up a sketchpad to show off.I'm not in a hurry to take over the body, don't you want to eat fruit towers?
Go eat enough.The young man who grew up looked at him with tolerance and trust.And the heart-rending sound.Omir!
He thought about it all.He is Omir, and the sole purpose of his existence is to protect his Creator.Brandt's lips opened and closed, and he silently spat out a call.Edward, who was pacing restlessly in front of the tank, suddenly looked at him.Is consciousness really returned?
He pinched his trembling fingers and quickly brought up the data panel: all indicators are normal, heart rate is restored, cell activity is excellent, have we really succeeded?
The older people couldn't hide their excitement: Quick, let it out.Edward didn't bother to correct his title, and opened the glass lid above the water tank and slowly clamped the man out with his mechanical arm.Omir sat naked on the ground, feeling the return of his power and the super-strength he had never felt before.He slowly clenched his fists and lowered his arms, adjusting to this new state.The elder voice in his ear muttered words of loyalty and devotion to brainwashing, and Omir hung his head without saying a word, but after he had fully adjusted to his body, he stood up sharply.This startled the elderly: what do you do?
Omir's reply was a punch to the bridge of his nose, then smashed the window, and jumped out without looking back, disappearing into the thick night.The old man's nosebleed down, but Edward couldn't hold back it, and burst out laughing.The elder covered his nose and scolded angrily: What are you still doing in a daze!
Edward said innocently: I can't beat him either, you forget, every data of his body is optimal.He sighed and said, "This is the future you see?"
The old man stopped the nosebleed and was silent for a long time before he said, "It was just a small mistake, and he will come back."
He turned to look at the huge water tank and said faintly: He can't do without this.Omir took advantage of the darkness of night to rummage into a house, stole his clothes and quietly rummaged out.The owner of this house is probably a little short, which causes the T-shirt to show his lower abdomen and his trouser leg to show one ankle.But he was now full of Brant and didn't care about any of that.Miami.He looked at the moon and muttered in a low voice: I'll go over and look for you, wait for me, Brandt.
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※Omir: Bubu, think you want you to think you Brant: Brother Tie, cheers!
Omir: Bubu, I'll go to you right away Brant: Brother Tie, you're really my confidant!
Lao Tie: Huhu zzz Omir: ???
Love is a green light, the world is not worth it :) Chapter 36 Thirty-six Psychopathy Brandt's first hangover in his life was half-pushed and half-dedicated to Tony· Stark, who had been drunk for nearly a whole day, was not until the next evening, when he was completely woken up by a tireless knock on the door.Trying to open the eyelids that seemed to be glued together, Brant used all the willpower in his body to force himself to manipulate his rusty body and climb out of bed with difficulty.The moment my feet stepped on the ground, I realized how sore.