In the small town warehouse, Tony looked at the results of Peter's surgery and turned his face away unbearably.
"How did you get its brains out of its ears and eyes? It's still frozen on the hair. Even the ancient Egyptians knew that the brain had to be taken out from the nostrils when making mummies."
Although Iron Man said this, he still took the body out of the freezer and put it aside with disgust on the ground for inspection.
"It's not me. I just opened her chest and abdominal cavity to find out the cause of her death." Peter shook his head quickly. He also felt a little sick. It was like strawberry yogurt was stuck to the corpse and exuded...
Weird fishy smell: "It wasn't like this when I left."
Tony raised his hand and released a grating, allowing it to scan various indicators of the corpse back and forth. His steel suit was a mobile laboratory. Although the biology aspect was a little weak, it could connect to the database in the building, and many problems changed.
Gotta be simple.
After a few seconds, Iron Man came to a conclusion.
"It died of the flu. I detected the virus. Yes, it's the disease that you can heal yourself. It really sounds like something from an old science fiction movie. Martians invaded the earth and then died of a cold?"
"I've seen that movie, and I think it's quite real. It would be like this if there were no antibodies in the body." Peter turned his back to the corpse and Iron Man. His heart was full of regrets for the deceased, but he really didn't insult the corpse.
I also learned it from the Internet. It is an absolute standard: "Before the invention of antibiotics, many people died from influenza. First they sneezed and coughed, then fever turned to pneumonia, and finally internal bleeding, infection, and sepsis."
"So you didn't cut open the lungs when you dissected the corpse. I don't even know what you did. You just took out each organ and put it back together? This is not a rigorous scientific attitude."
Tony educated the child seriously, but paused and found another step for Peter:
"But biology is not a rigorous science. You should study physics with me. After you graduate, why not come to Stark Group for an internship?"
He has a desperate plan to lead Spider-Man to the 'right path', and the one thing he hates most is biologists.
"Mr. Stark, I'm just a middle school student now, remember?" Peter lifted up his mask to reveal his chin, showing only a light fluff around his lips: "I still want to go to high school, then college, and work every day to make money."
"Tsk, yes, you still have to make money to support your family. It's much harder than my childhood. You know, when I was your age...forget it, there are some things I'm not suitable to tell you." Tony almost blurted out.
Your glorious deeds back then.
But after thinking about it, I felt it was not appropriate.
You can’t say that when you were in middle school, you drove a sports car all over Los Angeles and took care of many beauties inside and outside the school, drinking and taking drugs, right?
Ignoring the curious look on Spider's mask, Tony stuffed the body into the freezer and prepared to pack it away.
He took off his suit and asked Jarvis to carry the freezer with the remote control suit and leave. Then he naturally changed the subject:
"Now that we have real clues in our hands, we may be able to follow the clues to find those alien terrorists. I asked the suit to send the freezer to Vision for careful inspection. Do you have any thoughts or ideas? For example, suppose you are a
What will the bad aliens do now that their evil plans are exposed?"
Peter walked around and hung upside down from the ceiling to think. He swung back and forth like a pendulum for a while and came up with a conjecture:
"If it were me, maybe I would completely lurk? Wait for the opportunity."
"Well, that's a good idea. Judging from the videos leaked on the Internet, the other side has a spaceship with forty or fifty manpower. It is definitely not our human opponent in a head-to-head fight... But so far, no aircraft has been detected leaving.
Earth, these alien beasts should still be on Earth."
Tony touched his mustache, took out a cigar from his pocket and trimmed it.
Spider-Man got Iron Man's affirmation and felt a little happy. He further put forward his hypothesis:
"Will they hide in the sewers, or... No, I take back these words, they should choose a more hygienic environment. They are afraid of getting sick, but at the same time they have to eat dirt to satisfy their hunger. Mr. Stark, you
Do you know where there is clean soil?”
"Sand spa, sex toy store, hospital, or any vacuum environment."
Tony gave a lot of examples without thinking.
"Yes, sir, I think someone should keep an eye on things like air radars. Now that the faces of the alien bad guys have been exposed, people all over the world know about their existence. Those places you mentioned before
, would be considered unsafe for them, and they should go to the vacuum environment of outer space to forage.”
"Yes, your intelligence is very similar to your style when I was there."
Tony took out his cell phone from his suit pocket and prepared to call Roddy. War Machine was his good buddy and still served in the Air Force.
"Hey! What about you, why are you in my warehouse?!" At this time, a man appeared at the door, dressed slovenly, holding a double-barreled shotgun in his hand, and smelling of alcohol: "I have noticed a lot of them since the day.
I came here, but I drank too much and couldn’t move! I didn’t expect you were still there when I woke up! How brave you are!”
From here you can see the difference between children and adults.
Facing the gun, Peter immediately rolled over and landed on the ground, raising his hands to stop the other person from getting excited, but Tony chose to make the other person more excited.
The man with the mustache said to the other person on the phone, "Wait a minute," and then took out his checkbook smoothly: "I'm Tony Stark. How much does it cost, including your warehouse and all the junk inside? I'll buy it.
Already."
Sure enough, the man was so excited that he could no longer hold his gun steady, and his hostility dissipated instantly.
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Half an hour later, the moon, Attilan.
Su Ming held a videotape in his hand and fell into deep thought.
He didn't know why, but he always felt like there was a steady stream of black smoke coming out of the tape, like some kind of ominous or curse.
It's the kind that, after you plug it into a VCR, there will be indescribable chunks of flesh and tentacles crawling out of the TV.
It's all Wade's fault, because no one is willing to work as a photographer or editor for him, so his "battle" with the evil alien bionic man can only be turned into a selfie. He also said that for the sake of artistic sense, traditional film must be used.
At that time, Su Ming was too lazy to pay attention to him. He just took out a lot of Terrigen crystals as a set, decorated a big bed and left.
I didn't expect that Deadpool's movements were so fast, but the finished product seemed too dangerous...
"What's wrong? Cousin, haven't you watched it yet?" Deadpool, who had played with the Bichi-level androids to pieces, came back from the toilet with a cigarette in his mouth: "There is also a classic clip of me shedding my skin, watch it.
Look, by the way, when I was taking a shit just now, I was thinking about what was missing in this scene. It turns out that the soundtrack is missing, do you want to match it?"
Su Ming closed his eyes, threw the videotape in his hand to Cloak, and sent it directly to Sepulk for the adjutant to handle. Then he looked up to the sky and sighed:
"No, I don't deserve it. I don't even deserve to appreciate your masterpiece..."