Aunt Alice's family, who lives in Ruiwen, has an activity that almost everyone in the family attaches great importance to - they will take a free weekend every month to go out for a picnic. Aunt Alice thinks this is an important way to promote the relationship between the family and make everyone closer. The children are naturally very happy with this regular outdoor entertainment program, especially Little Billy, who ran around happily the house one night in advance. It took Aunt Alice a long time to finally successfully coax him to bed.

Of course, generally speaking, participating in such activities is not Raven's style, but she is also working hard to become a part of the family.

The children were running wildly on the lawn, and Uncle Jack was setting up a barbecue to bounce all kinds of meat skewers on it, and Aunt Alice was helping him.

The weather was particularly good today, with the blue sky without clouds, the sun was lazily hanging in the sky, and the golden light was splashing on the green lawn without reservation. Ruiwen looked up at the blue sky in a daze, and Eric's shadow appeared in his mind unconsciously.

I don’t know what that guy is doing now? This guy likes to show off his strength, but it’s true that I’ve been hit hard recently when I saw my father? How should he spend this weekend alone? Maybe I should go with him...

"Raven!"

Reven was pulled back to reality by Aunt Alice's voice, and she was waving toward this side.

"Ah, sorry, can you hand me the mutton in the trunk? I seem to have landed in the car."

"OK."

Ruiwen found the skewers in the trunk of the car and handed them to his aunt.

"Thank you." She smiled warmly, gently caressing Riven's black hair like a mother. "I rarely agreed in childhood, Angela (Riven's mother) but I must admit that she has raised a very cute girl, Rachel. I know maybe you are a little bit out of the blue, but it's not necessary that you are a member of our family and we welcome you to be a member of us at any time."

Cute? I'm a fool, aunt Ruiwen muttered in her heart.

"Yo? I'm not too late, right?"

Riven's familiar voice came from the side of the lawn along the road, and she turned back in surprise and saw Eric walking quickly with a natural smile on his face.

Aunt Alice said, "I remember you are...Raven's friend?"

"Yes." Eric said, "Hello, aunt, I heard that you have a picnic event today. Raven invited me to come, right?"

Nothing at all.

Although thinking so in my heart, Ruiwen quickly reacted and said, "Ah...yes, I mentioned it to him yesterday and said we have a picnic event on the weekend... I'm sorry for forgetting to tell you, aunt."

Aunt Alice giggled: "What are you talking about, Rachel, he is a very good kid, of course I welcome it."

"Ah, I'll help you, auntie." Eric quickly stepped forward.

"Oh? Do you still know how to grill?"

"That's right."

Eric then naturally mingled with them and soon became busy. Revan approached him and asked in a very light voice: "How do you know what we are doing today?"

Eric smiled: "I may know more about you than you."

Ruiwen rolled his eyes and didn't say anything, but obviously disagreed.

Coney Island, New York.

The atmosphere in the studio became obviously solemn. As one sharp question after another was throwing out, Mr. Pilinger became more and more aggressive, and his body leaned forward involuntarily.

"'Iron Man'." Pilinger continued to ask, looking like a general who was pursuing victory. "How do you define it? A brand new military weapon?"

"I don't think so." Tony said lightly.

"In order to coordinate with your other inventions, I guess it also has weapons."

"Everything is a military application, and all tools are lethal," Tony admitted.

Pilinger shrugged: "Then I guess, Iron Man armor must have the ability to mass destruction, right? Or should it be defined as a defensive industrial product?"

"All technologies can do that. I don't think I want to convince you, but every time I want to explain a problem, you ignore me directly." Tony said, "The funds obtained through military have made our company a world-renowned achievement. The money earned from the pod bomb has been invested in biological implants, alternative medicines for cardiac agents and internal pain pumps. So am I an arms dealer? No. Did I make a fortune by designing weapons? Yes. Will I do it for the rest of my life? No."

"Do you think they have your pain pump in Iraq, Mr. Stark?" Pilinger asked sharply again, "How do you think an Afghan child who had his hand broken by your bomb will be affected by Iron Man?"

The air heated up again and the atmosphere became even more tense. Tony was silent for a moment and frowned slightly.

The phone rings very out of place.

Tony took out his cell phone from his pocket and glanced at it, then pressed the hang-up button after thinking for a moment, then stood up, as if he was about to leave.

"Listen, I never thought about pursuing perfection. I know I have blood on my hands, but at least I'm trying to make the world a better place."

"'Make the world better', well, thank you for your time." Pilinger also saw that he was about to leave, and also stood up, and finally couldn't help asking, "Actually, I still have a question. You should know what I do at work, right? So why do you still have an interview with me?"

"Because I want to see you," Tony said simply, "You've been making such a documentary for twenty years, right? But have you changed anything? You've been trying to reveal panicking facts to the world, and then what? What have you changed?"

Mr. Pilinger was stunned for a long time.

"I don't know." He said at last.

Tony was silent for a moment and said, "So too."

After saying that, he turned around and quickly left the studio.

After leaving the house, he immediately took out his cell phone and called back the number he had just called.

"Tony? Is it you?" A woman's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Of course, ma'am. But the question now is - who are you? Why would you know my private number?"

"It's me, Maya Hansen, we've seen it before."

"Uh, sorry, I don't have any impression."

"That doesn't matter, what matters is that I need you." Maya Hansen paused, "or Iron Man is needed. The situation is very urgent and may rise to a national-level security accident."

"That sounds like it's time to find ASCHE."

"who?"

"Forget it, tell me the address and I'll be there in a while."

After hanging up the phone, Tony entered the bathroom.

He washed his face in front of the sink. When he raised his head, he suddenly found a young man wearing a green jacket appeared behind him at some point, his expression as carved.

He turned his head alertly, and a powerful hand locked his throat like pliers. At this moment, he saw in horror that the young man's skin was filled with a red light like a soldering iron.
Chapter completed!