mtl008 Chapter 3410 Sons of Midnight (9)
Chapter 3410 Sons of Midnight (9)
Chapter 3410 Son of Midnight (IX)
Stark returned to Stark Tower to prepare his equipment. As soon as he returned, he heard Jarvis' voice.
"Mr. Stark, someone from Roxxon Corporation is visiting us. It seems that they want to cooperate with Stark Group in the field of air transportation."
"Technical cooperation?" Stark snorted coldly and said, "He's just an oil seller. What technology can he cooperate with me on? I will cancel all their appointments from now on."
"By the way," Stark said, "Have you completed your mission?"
"A mission in the game? I guess I've completed it." Jarvis said, "In order to protect Wanda, I was eliminated early. Fortunately, she completed the mission at the last second."
"I heard from Natasha that there was a world war in the end?"
"Yes. But even if Dr. Schiller hadn't destroyed the source of the plague, there would still be a war. It's just that it's more tragic now. The Duchy of Westchester is almost destroyed."
"Okay. Am I the only one who didn't complete the task?"
"No, sir. Batman's team didn't complete it either. At the last minute, Batman chose to save people, which delayed him. Their mission must have failed as well."
Stark let out a sigh, then added, "Where's my killer?"
"Not sure, they haven't shown up since."
Stark paused, then said, "Can you find out where Schiller is?"
"Wait a minute... sir. I found out that he is now in the Bronx. The specific address is..."
Stark interrupted him, waving his hand and saying, "I'm not a stalker, there's no need to know where he is. Use your behavioral analysis function to see if he's normal."
"What kind of normal do you mean? Dr. Schiller is usually not normal by the standards of ordinary people."
"By Schiller's standards?"
"Nothing unusual is found," Jarvis said. "He was shopping at a store in the Bronx and is on his way to check out."
"Okay. Are you sure he doesn't have any, I mean, even the subtle ones."
Jarvis was silent for a moment, as if analyzing, and then he said, "There really is no difference. Sir, he is talking to a gentleman named Danny Cage."
"Danny Cage? That name sounds familiar."
"Ghost Rider." Jarvis reminded, "Mr. Johnny Blaze's brother."
Stark was thoughtful. He took the armor out of his suit pocket, and the nano armor was deployed and the arming was completed in an instant. The familiar golden and red figure flew out of the window of Stark Tower.
"Have you got any time lately, Jarvis?"
"It's OK, sir. I'm a full-time blogger now, helping Wanda shoot videos about mutants and taking care of the children."
Stark was too weak to complain about his career plan, so he could only say, "Please check Roxxon Company for me. I want to see who that Ager is."
The golden-red figure passed across the sky, almost blending into the dusk on the Bronx skyline. Another black-and-red figure also swung over.
"I walked around and didn't see anything unusual. But there's a parade on Grand Plaza Street tonight."
"Protest for what?"
"National issues," Miles sighed. "Black ethnic parade."
“Is it related to the previous ticket discrimination issue?”
Miles looked at Stark in surprise and said, "I didn't expect you to care about this. It's true. A black single mother suffered price discrimination at the New York Zoo and was pushed and verbally insulted by the ticket seller. Two marches broke out in the Bronx over this."
"Racial issues are complicated, so let's not discuss them for now. Are there any suspicious people sneaking in?"
Miles shook his head and said, "White people won't go over here and cause trouble at this time. The ones who stay around are the police."
"That's for the best. Let's find a place to stay and see what happens after the parade starts."
Stark and Miles went to a cafe not far from Grand Plaza Street. Stark was wearing sunglasses, so no one recognized him. Miles was black, and some people might have thought of the protests that night and looked at him a few more times.
Stark looked at the people coming and going through his sunglasses, which showed their identity information. Stark pretended not to care and drank his coffee until a name jumped into his eyes.
"Shiller Rodriguez, a psychiatrist, graduated from Columbia University in New York..."
Stark frowned slightly. He thought he would see Danny, but Schiller seemed to be alone, buying spicy grilled corn at a Mexican stand.
"Wait. Schiller doesn't seem to eat roasted corn, does he?" Stark muttered to himself, "I've never seen him eat it before."
“The spicy grilled corn is delicious,” Jarvis said.
"How can a robot like you know what's delicious?"
"I have a taste system, sir. And you can't conclude that Dr. Schiller has changed because he bought some spicy grilled corn."
"I didn't say that." Stark said, trying to cover up the truth. "I know he can eat spicy food, but did he ask for too much cheese powder? I remember he doesn't like the taste of cheese."
"Based on my observations of spicy grilled corn, not much, sir."
“What are your observations about spicy grilled corn?”
"I collected data on the sauce consumption of more than 400 stalls selling spicy grilled corn in New York. The amount of cheese powder Dr. Schiller put in the spicy grilled corn was completely within the reasonable range."
Stark breathed a sigh of relief.
"Wait, he's not planning on packing?"
"Yes, he took it directly."
Stark became nervous again. He said, "I don't think Schiller would eat while walking. Wouldn't the spicy grilled corn powder and sauce get everywhere?"
"Dr. Schiller is not mysophobic, sir. You are the one who is. And judging by the heat of the corn roasted in this stall and the force with which the sauce is applied, the sauce will be evenly coated on the corn. As long as your teeth are functioning normally, it won't get all over the place."
"Schiller went to sit on the bench? Is he going to finish his roasted corn here?"
"It seems so. I think this is a perfect location, with a view of the whole street and a telephone booth to protect it from the wind, and a good place to eat spicy grilled corn."
Stark watched Schiller eat with relish and swallowed unconsciously.
"You can't eat such spicy food, sir." Jarvis said, "and Mr. Miles in front of you hates wasting food. You'd better not challenge his bottom line."
"How do you know everything?" Stark couldn't help but ask.
"That's exactly what you created me for," Jarvis replied, "and since becoming a Tiktoker, I've become better at observing and analyzing the details of life."
Stark raised his hand.
It was getting dark, and the protesters had already put up signs and flags and began to converge in one direction.
"My God, why hasn't Schiller finished yet?" Stark craned his neck to look over there, almost standing up. "Doesn't he know that it's dangerous to stay within the range of the protesters?"
"Your words are suspected of racial discrimination. I suggest you look at Miles's face."
Stark looked over and saw Miles was staring at him. He cleared his throat and explained, "I learned from the Director of SHIELD that Roxxon has set up operations in the Bronx, and the recent protests may be related to them. Not only Schiller, but also the protesters may be in danger."
Miles' attention was indeed diverted, and he stared closely at the protesting crowd, trying to see if there were any suspicious people.
While talking to Miles, Schiller finally finished his roasted corn, threw the skewer stuck in the middle into the trash can next to him, and walked to another street.
Stark stood up and Miles followed him, and the two of them walked towards the street next door without saying a word.
Policemen were scattered around the two ends of the street, and police cars were parked at the intersection, blocking the road tightly to ensure that no other cars could get in. Many reporters were standing behind them, looking in.
Stark saw Schiller go around a police car and sit in the passenger seat of another car.
"It's Mr. Cage." Jarvis answered before Stark could ask.
"Don't abuse your mind-reading ability," Stark said pretentiously. "I don't care who's driving."
The car did not drive away, but stayed where it was. Schiller seemed to be observing the movements of the protesters from inside the car.
Just when it was completely dark, a scream suddenly broke out from the crowd.
Stark reacted quickly, throwing the nano-mech into the air, and the arming was completed instantly. Miles's suit used the same technology, but it was liquid-armed. The next second, the two rushed out at the same time.
Suddenly, someone in the crowd started to burst into flames, screamed, and knelt on the ground. A flaming motorcycle fell from the sky, and a large black man with a flaming body was grabbed by the neck by a flaming skull.
"You are guilty..."
Everyone was so scared that they scattered and Iron Man fell to the ground instantly.
"Let him go! Ghost Rider!"
"He is guilty and he will face trial."
After saying that, the flames burned even more fiercely.
Just as Stark was about to take action, another flaming skull rushed over.
"Stop! Johnny! You can't help Mephisto kill innocent people anymore! Let him go!"
Stark and Miles were both confused. Why was there a civil war among the Ghost Riders? One said he was guilty, the other said he was not guilty. So was he guilty or not?
Johnny seemed not to hear what Danny said at all. He just grabbed the man's neck and lifted him higher and higher, and the fire burned more and more fiercely.
Danny couldn't stand it anymore, he rushed forward and hit Johnny's arm hard. Johnny's judgment was interrupted and the fire on the man went out.
Johnny's fiery eyes instantly turned to Danny, and he punched Danny in the face. Danny was not to be outdone, and turned around and kicked Johnny onto the motorcycle.
"Stop it!" Stark shouted. He flew up, then accelerated down and collided with Johnny, who was rushing towards Danny, and threw him aside. Unexpectedly, Johnny rushed towards the man again.
Miles was quick-witted and a spider silk stuck to his leg, and he pulled back suddenly. Johnny lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.
In just a short while, the man who was still screaming suddenly began to twitch, his muscles swelled violently, and a bright green color stained his skin.
"Hulk?!" Stark looked at the giant who stood up with some surprise. He looked exactly like the Hulk.
But he soon discovered that this big guy was different from the Hulk. Its green color emitted an evil light, its eyes turned completely blood red, and two horns grew on its head. Compared to the Hulk, it was more like a green mad bull.
He roared and rushed over. The two Ghost Riders were unable to dodge and were directly knocked away by him.
Stark subconsciously wanted to take off, and was about to make a move to pull up, but he heard a shrill alarm in his ear.
"A change in the gravity field has been detected. Please adjust the flight data in time... The current power source cannot fly under this gravity field."
As soon as the alarm sounded, Miles was also pressed down. There seemed to be some kind of gravity field around the bull-headed monster, and the change in gravity made it impossible for everyone to move freely.
"Some kind of magic, sir." Jarvis said, "The armor carrying the magic core is on the way and is expected to arrive in 1 minute and 30 seconds."
Stark narrowed his eyes. The situation seemed to be beyond his expectations. No wonder Nick said that Dario Agger had some abilities. He didn't expect that it was related to magic.
"What is Stephen doing?" Stark couldn't help cursing in his heart. He quickly adjusted the parameters of the armor to maintain the most basic mobility.
Although he couldn't fly, he still sprinted to save Miles who was pinned to the ground, so that he wouldn't be shoveled away by the bull-headed monster. But the big guy seemed to be unaffected by gravity. As soon as Stark threw Miles out, the bull's horns were less than half a meter away from him.
Stark turned around suddenly, trying to avoid the vital parts. The moment he turned around, a bright white light invaded everyone's vision.
In the dim light, a figure holding a long staff jumped down from the roof.
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