Schiller looked at the mess on the ground with some speechlessness.
Schiller in the tower looked at Greed with a speechless expression.
"Look what I'm doing?" Greedy said angrily: "I just said to let the disease go up. How do I know which one is up? And isn't it usually about hunting? Who knows he will go out."
Everyone turned their attention to the superego's face again, and the superego said: "Look what I'm doing? The ego is in charge of the elevator."
"You said you let the disease come up." Zi said: "I will naturally let it go if I have the authority. Who are you going to pick?"
"Stop shirking responsibility." Arrogance said: "The question now is what to do. I just said that we can't let the disease come up in Marvel. They simply can't accept it. Now, Stark must not be stimulated.
Come?"
Greedy glanced outside again, looking at the lively fish on the ground, and said helplessly: "I just wanted to vent my anger. Now that I've done all the work, I'd better think about how to solve it."
"This is your territory, of course you have to find a way to solve it." The superego said mercilessly: "Go back to work quickly, otherwise it will be completely hopeless."
Greed had no choice but to climb up with resignation.
Looking at so many messy corpses, Greedy felt that it was not a problem to just leave them like this. He thought about it and piled the corpses up with gray mist. Now it really didn't look like many red fish, but
It looks like a complete red whale.
Regardless of what the Schillers in the tower complained about him, Greedy quickly cleaned up the scene of the crime and threw the unconscious Stark to the door of the factory. Looking at Howard who hurried over, Schiller slowly made up his mind.
determination.
Stark was carried into the ambulance. The police filed in, shouted God and rushed out. He vomited at the door of the room. Howard wanted to go in and take a look, but was stopped, so he had to take Maria with him.
Went to the hospital.
Stark woke up, but soon fell asleep again. Howard looked sad, walked out of the ward and closed the door. On the way to the smoking area, he saw a small figure.
The figure stared at him, and Howard couldn't help but slow down. He was unconsciously attracted by those focused gray eyes.
"Who are you?" Howard walked over, squatted down, looked at the little boy and said, "Why are you here? Where are your parents?"
"You should know me." The little boy said, "I ran away that day, so you haven't seen me."
Howard didn't know what he was talking about for a moment, but the little boy said: "My adoptive parents are Hamilton."
Howard understood. He looked at the little boy and said, "Why don't you go home so late? They will be worried."
"No, they won't. They are more worried about Tony Stark now."
Howard blinked in confusion, and suddenly his expression froze. He was not a fool, so of course he thought of something.
"No need to guess, it's just like this." The little boy said to him: "My adoptive parents invited Tony to my home. They knew which way he was going to go, and they also arranged the person who kidnapped Tony."
Howard pressed the little boy's shoulders suddenly and said, "Are you Sil? The child we were going to adopt that day?"
"It's me." Schiller nodded and said, "Do you know why I don't follow you?"
"Why?"
"Because you are mortal." Schiller didn't care how shocking it was for a child to say this. Anyway, even when he was a child, he was not an ignorant child. In other words, his current state is closer to his childhood.
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Howard looked at him blankly, and Schiller said: "It is better to choose Hydra as an adoptive parent than to choose a dead person. There are too many people who want your life."
"Tell me what's going on." Howard looked into Schiller's eyes, but suddenly remembered that he couldn't put so much pressure on a child, so he said: "Don't be afraid, I will help you deal with the bad guys, you just need to tell me
Just tell me what’s going on.”
"No, you can't deal with them, you will die." Schiller tilted his head and looked at him and said: "Hamilton has done whatever it takes to climb up in the Hydra. They and one of the Hydras named Garrett
They collaborated to kidnap Tony."
"They thought I didn't understand anything and didn't take precautions at home. I heard all their plans. At the same time, I got the contact information of another Hydra group that had contact with them before. Through network communication,
Told those people about Garrett's plan."
"Did you save Tony?"
"I'm just saving myself." Schiller's tone was so calm that he didn't sound like a child. Howard also noticed this, but he had no time to dwell on it now. He heard Schiller then said to him: "My adoptive parents are two people."
What idiots, they didn't realize at all that Garrett wouldn't keep them alive for too long. He was going to kill them anyway, so it doesn't matter if he kills one more child."
"I came to you because although you are bound to die, at least you can save me now, and if you save me, I can also save you."
Howard stared into his eyes, thinking this was too ridiculous, but Schiller soon showed him the evidence.
In fact, it doesn't matter. They are all records of communications between Hydra and Congress collected by Ultron on the Internet. Although surveillance equipment is not so developed in this era, we can still find clues.
"They haven't done anything to you now because you haven't shown enough value, but you know you will. You will develop more and more high-tech weapons and even disruptive technologies. Now they just
Kidnapping Tony to test you, what about then?"
Howard's complexion became very bad. He knew what he was doing. The recent bionic robot technology has made Congress salivate. They sent all kinds of lobbyists just to find out the truth.
I thought about dealing with them, but I didn't expect that Hydra had already wanted to attack me. If this continues, Congress's mask of hypocrisy will not be able to wear for a few days. Once there is a breakthrough in technology, they will definitely not get the core technology.
Will not give up.
What should I do then? What can I do?
Howard desperately found that he had no choice. He could not resist two such terrifying behemoths joining forces to attack him. He could only choose to surrender to one of them.
But will there be any good results if you take refuge? Whether it's Hydra or Congress, they just want to squeeze out their own value. Once there is no value, all three of them will die.
Their fate soon came true two days later. The Hamiltons were dead, shot twice by gangsters who broke into the house, and the house was burned down.
Howard hurried back to the manor and saw Schiller who was playing with the computer in Stark's room.
"Do you believe it now?" Schiller lowered his eyes and said, "Whether you resist or cooperate, you will not end well."
Howard looked at him with some confusion and said, "Why do you know so much?"
"This is something that normal people can think of." Schiller pointed to his brain and said: "Some people's brains develop in the direction of science and technology, and some people develop in my direction."
"What direction are you in?"
"Of course it's a struggle." Schiller said: "Whether you believe it or not, I can see through what many people are thinking, which allows me to judge the path of development of the situation very well, and also allows me to fight against all dead ends.
Find a way out, just like now."
Howard didn't ask further, because he knew that he was facing countless dead ends, and he couldn't see where the way out was.
He took a deep breath, looked at Schiller and said, "I agreed to your request and brought you here to save your life. Then, as you said, you can also save me. The key is that you can save Tony."
And Maria, right?"
"Of course, but you have to do what I say."
Howard saw the little boy in front of him put his hand back and took out something from somewhere.
"What is this?" Howard looked at the thing handed to him. It looked like a very precise model. The structure was so wonderful that it could even be called a fantasy.
"Oh, wait, how come this thing... I mean, it shouldn't be a machine that can run... but... no, it can, this structure actually..."
Howard fell into thinking almost immediately, and the one Schiller handed him was the Ark reactor model that Schiller had originally asked Stark to get.
In the next few days, Howard has been obsessed with studying this model. Although this model was created by Stark and has been restored as much as possible, the model is just a model, and there is still a certain gap between it and the actual Ark reactor structure.
.
However, Bruce relied on this model to create the Ark Reactor out of thin air, and Howard should be able to do the same.
A few days later, Schiller went to the laboratory and saw an unshaven Howard. He held the model and said with a sad face: "No, there is something key that I didn't catch. This thing alone can't be started."
Yes, this is simply unreasonable..."
"I'm afraid you can't figure it out by yourself." Schiller said pointedly.
"No way!" Howard roared: "Just give me a few more days, as long as..."
"As long as I give you a few more days, Tony and Maria will be in danger." Schiller said: "You are not an agent chief, and your side is not as airtight as you think. You know the power of this thing.
Once it is discovered by others, you may be able to study it and what do you think they will do."
Howard swallowed, and there was a painful expression on his face. He was obviously weighing it. After a long time, he still put down the model in his hand with some dejection and said: "I know my talent is not enough. If it is Tony, he
It will definitely work, but he is not in a good mental state right now...Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
"First of all, Tony will be discharged from the hospital soon. I don't want him to see me, so I want to change my stay. The laboratory is good. Secondly, you have to find a research partner. I know a person. Do you want to meet him?
?”
Howard walked around the table and walked to the computer where Schiller was sitting. He saw a photo appearing on the computer screen. The person on it was dressed completely differently from ordinary Americans. Under the photo was written a string of words - "Anton
·Vanke, Soviet physicist".
It's been more troublesome to fill in the pits recently, and it takes almost twice as long, so the update will be a little later, please forgive me.
