Chapter 3410 Midnight Son (Nine)
Stark returned to Stark Building and prepared to get out. He heard Jarvis's voice as soon as he returned.
"Mr. Stark, someone from Roxon is visiting, and it seems that he wants to cooperate with Stark Group in air transportation."
"Technical cooperation?" Stark snorted coldly, saying, "He is an oil seller. What technology can he do to cooperate with me? He will reject their appointments in the future."
"By the way," said Stark, "has your mission been completed?"
"Is the mission in the game? It's been completed," said Jarvis. "In order to protect Wanda, I was eliminated early. Fortunately, she got stuck in the last second to complete the mission."
"I heard from Natasha that I ended up fighting a world war?"
"Yes. But even if Dr. Schiller did not destroy the source of the plague, he would still have to fight. But now it is a little more tragic, and the Principality of Westchester has almost been destroyed."
"Okay. Is it the only one who didn't complete the task?"
"No, sir. Batman's group was not completed either. At the last moment, Batman chose to save people, which wasted time. Their mission should have failed."
Stark breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Where is the murderer who killed me?"
"I don't know very well, they haven't shown up again since."
Stark paused and said, "Can you find Schiller's location?"
"Wait...Sir. I found out that he is now in the Bronx. The specific address is..."
Stark interrupted him, waved his hand and said, "I'm not a stalker, there's no need to know where he is. Use your behavioral analysis function to see if he is normal."
"Which type of normal do you mean? Dr. Schiller is usually abnormal if you look at it by the standard of an ordinary person."
“What about Schiller’s standards?”
"Nothing unusual," Jarvis said, "he was shopping at a store in the Bronx and was on his way to checkout."
"Okay. You're sure he has nothing, I mean, that kind of slight difference is also counted."
Jarvis was silent for a moment, as if he was analyzing, and then he said, "It's really no different. Sir, he was talking to a gentleman named Danny Cage."
"Danny Cage? This name seems familiar."
"Ghost Rider." Jarvis reminded, "Mr. Johnny Blaze's younger brother."
Stark thoughtfully. He took out his armor from his suit pocket, and the arms were completed as the nano armor unfolded. The familiar golden and red figure flew out from the window of Stark Building.
"Are you available lately, Jarvis?"
"Okay, sir, I'm a full-time blogger now, helping Wanda shoot videos about mutants and take care of the kids by the way."
Stark was unable to complain about his career planning, so he had to say, "Help me catch Roxen, I want to see what that Ager is from."
A golden red figure flew across the sky, almost blending with dusk on the Bronx skyline. Another black and red figure swept over.
"I walked around and found nothing unusual. But there was a parade on the street of Grand Plaza tonight."
"What to protest?"
"Ethnic issues," Miles sighed, "Black races."
“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 single black mother was discriminated against at the New York Zoo, pushed and verbally insulted by ticket sellers. Two parades have broken out in the Bronx for this."
"The racial issue is complicated, we won't discuss it for the time being. Are there any suspicious people scrambling into it?"
Miles shook his head and said, "White people will not go over and cause trouble at this time, and the police are staying around them."
"This is the best. Let's find a place to stay and wait until the parade begins before checking out the situation."
Stark and Miles went to a cafe not far from Grand Plaza Street. Stark wore sunglasses and no one recognized him. Miles was a black man, and some people might think of the protests at night and looked at him a few more times.
Stark looked at the crowd coming and going through his sunglasses, and their identity information was displayed inside. Stark pretended to be careless and drank coffee until a name jumped into his eyes.
"Schiller Rodriguez, a psychologist, graduated from Columbia University in New York..."
Stark frowned slightly. He thought he would see Danny, but Schiller seemed to be alone, buying spicy roasted corn at a Mexican stall.
"Wait. It seems that Schiller won't eat roasted corn, right?" Stark muttered to himself, "I've never seen him eat it before."
"Spicy roasted corn is delicious," said Jarvis.
"You, a robot, know what delicious food?"
"I have a taste system, sir. Besides, you can't conclude that Dr. Schiller has bought some spicy roast corn, just because he bought him."
"I didn't say that." Stark said, trying to cover up, "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."
"According to my observations on spicy roasted corn, not much, sir."
"What do you think about spicy roasted corn?"
"I have counted the consumption data of sauces in more than 400 stalls selling spicy grilled corn in New York. The amount of cheese powder added by Dr. Schiller bought in spicy grilled corn was completely within a reasonable range."
Stark breathed a sigh of relief.
"Wait a minute, is he not going to pack it?"
"Yes, he took it right."
Stark became nervous again, saying, "It seems that Schiller won't eat while walking, right? Isn't the spicy grilled corn flour and sauce everywhere?"
"Doctor Schiller has no obsession with cleanliness, sir. It is you who have obsession with cleanliness. And judging from the heat of roasting corn in this stall and the strength of brushing sauce, the sauce will be evenly wrapped around the corn. As long as the teeth are functioning normally, they will not be everywhere."
"Shiler walked to the bench and sat down? Are he going to finish gnawing the roasted corn here?"
"It seems. I think it's a great location, with both a view of the whole street and a telephone booth that blocks the wind, making it a great place to chew spicy grilled corn."
Stark looked at Shiller eating with relish and swallowed unconsciously.
"You can't eat anything so spicy, sir," said Jarvis. "And the Mr. Miles in front of you hates waste of food, you'd better not challenge his bottom line."
"Why do you know everything?" Stark couldn't help asking.
"That's what you created me," Jarvis replied. "And since becoming a Tiktoker, I've been better at observing and analyzing the details of my life."
Stark raised his hand.
It was almost dark, and protesters had already set up signs and flags and began to gather in one direction.
"God, why haven't Schiller finished gnawing yet?" Stark stretched his neck and looked over there, almost standing up. "Don't he know that it's dangerous to stay in the protesters?"
"Your words are suspected of racism, so I suggest you look at Miles's face."
Stark saw Miles staring at him. He cleared his throat and explained: "I learned from the Director of SHIELD that the Roxon Company has been arranged in the Bronx, and the recent frequent protests may be related to them. Not only Schiller, but also protesters may be in danger."
Myers' attention was indeed diverted. He stared at the protesters, trying to see if there were any suspicious characters.
Just as he was talking to Miles, Schiller finally finished gnawing the roasted corn, threw the sticky stick in the middle into the trash can next to it, and walked to the other street.
Stark stood up, Miles followed behind him, and the two walked quietly towards the street next to him.
Police were scattered around both ends of the street, and police cars parked at the intersection, blocking the road tightly to ensure that other cars could not enter. Many reporters blocked behind them and looked around.
Stark saw Schiller bypassing a police car and sitting in the co-pilot of another car.
"It's Mr. Cage." Jarvis replied before Stark could ask.
"Don't abuse your mind reading." Stark pretended, "I don't care who is driving."
The car did not drive away, but stopped in place. Schiller seemed to be observing the movements of the protesters in the car.
Just when it was completely dark, a scream suddenly erupted from the crowd.
Stark reacted quickly, and the nano-mech threw it into the sky, and the arming was completed instantly. Miles's suit used the same technique, but was just liquid armed. The next second, the two rushed out at the same time.
Suddenly, someone in the crowd began to get angry, screamed, and knelt on the ground. A fire-riding motorcycle fell from the sky, and the big black man with fire was caught by a flame skeleton.
"You are guilty..."
Everyone was so scared that they ran away. Iron Man landed in an instant.
"Let him go! Ghost Rider!"
"He is guilty and he is to be tried."
After saying that, the flames burned even harder.
Just as Stark was about to do something, another flame skull rushed over.
"Stop! Johnny! You can't help Mephisto kill innocent people anymore! Let him go!"
Stark and Miles were both confused. Why did the Ghost Rider still have a civil war? One said he was guilty and the other said he was not guilty. So is he guilty or not?
Johnny seemed to be unable to hear Danny talking at all. He just grabbed the man's neck and raised him higher and higher, and the flames burned more and more vigorously.
Danny couldn't stand it anymore, so he rushed forward and hit Johnny hard on his arm. Johnny's judgment movement was disturbed and the flames on the man's body were extinguished.
Johnny's eyes turned to Danny in an instant, and he punched Danny in the face. Danny was not willing to be outdone, so he turned around and kicked Johnny on the motorcycle.
"Stop it all!" Stark shouted. He flew up, then accelerated and descended to rush, grabbed Johnny who was rushing towards Danny and threw it aside. Unexpectedly, Johnny rushed towards the man again.
Miles had quick eyes and hands, and a spider silk stuck to his legs and pulled backwards. Johnny lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.
After a while, the man who was still screaming suddenly began to twitch, his muscles swelled violently, and his bright green color stained his skin.
"Hulk?!" Stark looked at the giant standing up in surprise, and it was Hulk.
But soon he discovered that this big guy was different from Hulk. Its green emitted an evil light, its eyes turned completely blood red, and two things like cow horns grew on its head. It was more like a green mad cow than the Hulk.
He roared and rushed towards this side. Both evil spirit knights could not dodge and were directly knocked away by him.
Stark subconsciously wanted to take off and made a move to lift, but heard a harsh alarm in his ears.
"When a change in the gravity force field is detected, please adjust the flight data in time...the existing power cannot fly from this gravity position."
As soon as the alarm finished speaking, Miles was also pressed down. There seemed to be some kind of gravity field around the monster, and the change in gravity made everyone unable to move freely.
"Some kind of magic, sir." Jarvis said, "The armor that transports the magic core is on the way and is expected to arrive in 1 minute and 30 seconds."
Stark narrowed his eyes, and the situation seemed to be a little beyond expectations. No wonder Nick said that Dario Agg had some skills, but he didn't expect it to be related to magic.
"What did Stephen do?" Stark couldn't help but curse in his heart. He quickly adjusted the armor parameters to maintain the most basic ability to move.
Although he couldn't fly, he still rushed to save Miles who was pressed to the ground, so that he would not be shoveled away by the Minotaur monster. But this big guy seemed to be unaffected by gravity. As soon as Stark threw Miles out, the opponent's horns were less than half a meter away from him.
Stark suddenly turned around, trying to avoid the vital parts. Just as he turned around, a bright white light occupied everyone's vision.
In the hazy light, a figure holding a long staff jumped down from the rooftop.
Chapter completed!