PFC Chapter 2684 Hollywood Rhapsody (42)
Chapter 2684 Hollywood Rhapsody (42)
Chapter 2684 Hollywood Rhapsody (Part )
Schiller looked at the mess in silence.
Schiller in the high tower looked at Greed in silence.
"Why are you looking at me?" Greedy said unhappily, "I just said to let Morbid go up, how would I know which one would go up? Besides, aren't we usually hunting? Who knew he would go out?"
Everyone turned their eyes to the super-ego again, and the super-ego said, "Why are you looking at me? The ego is in charge of the elevator."
"You said to let the sick one in." Self said, "I'll let him in if I have the authority. Why would I choose which one?"
"Don't shirk responsibility." Pride said, "The question now is what to do. I told you not to let Pathology come to Marvel. They simply can't accept it. Now, won't Stark be provoked into doing something bad?"
Greedy looked out again, looking at the fish jumping around, and said helplessly, "I just wanted to vent my anger. Now that I've done it, I should think about how to solve it."
"This is your territory, so of course you have to find a way to solve it." Superego said mercilessly: "Hurry up and get back to work. If you're any later, it will be completely hopeless."
Greed had no choice but to climb up resignedly.
Looking at so many messy corpses, Greedy felt that it was not a good idea to just leave them there. After thinking about it, he decided to pile up the corpses with gray mist. Now they did not look like many red fish, but more like a complete red whale.
Regardless of the complaints from the Schillers in the tower, Greedy quickly cleaned up the crime scene and threw the unconscious Stark at the factory gate. Looking at Howard who hurried over, Schiller slowly made up his mind.
Stark was carried into the ambulance, and the police came in one after another, shouting "God!" and rushed out, vomiting all over the door. Howard wanted to go in to take a look, but was stopped, so he had to take Maria to the hospital.
Stark woke up but soon fell asleep again. Howard looked worried as he walked out of the ward and closed the door. On his way to the smoking area, he saw a small figure.
The figure just stared at him, and Howard couldn't help but slow down his pace. He was unconsciously attracted by the pair of focused gray eyes.
"Who are you?" Howard walked over and squatted down, looking 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 didn't see 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 don't, they're more worried about Tony Stark right now."
Howard blinked in confusion, and suddenly his face froze. He was not a fool, so of course he thought of something.
"No need to guess, this is it." The little boy said to him, "My adoptive parents invited Tony to visit my home. They knew which way he would go, and they also arranged the people who kidnapped Tony."
Howard suddenly pressed the little boy's shoulder and said, "Are you Shil? The kid we wanted to adopt that day?"
"It's me." Schiller nodded and said, "Do you know why I didn't go with you?"
"why?"
"Because you are mortal." Schiller didn't care how shocking these words were coming from a child. After all, even when he was a child, he was not an ignorant child. Or it could be said that his current state was closer to his childhood.
Howard stared at him blankly. Schiller said, "It's better to choose Hydra as your foster parent than to choose a dead person. Too many people 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 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 everything he can to climb up in Hydra. They cooperated with a man named Garrett in Hydra to kidnap Tony."
"They thought I knew nothing and didn't take any precautions at home. I heard all their plans and got the contact information of another group of Hydra that had been in contact with them before. I told that group about Garrett's plan through online communication."
"You saved Tony?"
"I'm just saving myself." Schiller's tone was so calm that it didn't sound like a child. Howard also noticed this, but he didn't have time to dwell on it. He heard Schiller continue to say to him: "My adoptive parents are two idiots. They didn't realize that Garrett wouldn't let them live for too long. They were going to be killed anyway, so killing one more child didn't matter."
"I came to you because although you will surely die, at least you can save me now, and if you save me, I can also save you."
Howard stared into his eyes and thought this was too ridiculous, but soon Schiller showed him the evidence.
In fact, it’s nothing serious. They are just some records of communications between Hydra and Congress that Ultron collected on the Internet. Although surveillance equipment was not so advanced in that era, clues can still be found.
"They haven't taken action against 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 develop subversive technologies. Now they are just kidnapping Tony to test you. What about then?"
Howard's face turned very bad. He knew his own business. The recent bionic robot technology had made Congress salivate. They sent lobbyists from all walks of life just to find out the truth.
He was thinking about dealing with them, but he didn't expect that Hydra had already wanted to take action against him. If this continues, Congress will not be able to keep the hypocritical mask for many days. Once there is a breakthrough in technology, they will never give up until they get the core technology.
What will I do then? What can I do?
Howard discovered in despair that he had no choice. He could not resist the joint attack of two such terrifying behemoths. He could only choose to join one of them.
But will there be a good result if they surrender? Whether it is Hydra or Congress, they just want to squeeze their value. Once they have no value, the three of them will die.
Their fate came true two days later. The Hamiltons were killed by two shots from the gangsters who broke into their home. The house was also burned down.
Howard hurried back to the manor and saw Schiller fiddling with the computer in Stark's room.
"Now you believe it, don't you?" Schiller lowered his eyes and said, "Whether you resist or cooperate, you will end up in a bad situation."
Howard looked at him puzzledly and said, "Why do you know so much?"
"This is something that any normal person can think of." Schiller pointed to his own brain and said, "Some people's brains develop in the direction of science and technology, while others develop in the direction of mine."
"What direction are you heading?"
"Of course it's a struggle," Schiller said. "Believe it or not, I can see through the thoughts and ideas of many people, which allows me to judge the path of development very well and also allows me to fight for a way out of all the dead ends, just like now."
Howard didn't ask any further questions because he knew that he was now 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 to 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 hands behind his back, but he didn't know where he took out something.
"What is this?" Howard looked at the thing handed to him. It looked like a very sophisticated model with a wonderful structure, one that could even be called fantastic.
"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 deep thought almost immediately, and what Schiller handed him was exactly the Ark reactor model that Schiller had asked Stark for.
In the next few days, Howard was obsessed with studying this model. Although this model was made by Stark and had been restored as much as possible, a model is just a model, and there is still a certain gap between it and the actual structure of the Ark reactor.
But Bruce used this model to create the Ark Reactor out of thin air, so Howard should be able to do it too.
A few days later, Schiller went to the laboratory and saw Howard with a beard. He held the model and said with a worried look on his face: "No, there is something I don't understand. This thing alone cannot be started. This doesn't make sense..."
"I'm afraid you can't work it out by yourself," Schiller said meaningfully.
"Impossible!" Howard roared, "Just give me a few more days, just..."
"If you are given a few more days, Tony and Maria will be in danger." Schiller said, "You are not a spy chief, and your surroundings are 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. What do you think they will do?"
Howard swallowed his saliva, a painful expression appeared on his face, and he was obviously weighing the pros and cons. After a long time, he put down the model in his hand and said dejectedly: "I know my talent is not enough. If it were Tony, he would definitely be able to do it, but he is not in a good mental state now... Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
"First, Tony will be discharged soon, and I don't want him to see me, so I want to stay somewhere else. The laboratory is a good place. Secondly, you need to find a research partner. I know someone. Do you want to meet him?"
Howard walked around the table to the computer where Schiller was, and saw a photo appear on the computer screen. The person in the photo was dressed completely differently from ordinary Americans. Below the photo was a string of words - "Anton Vanko, Soviet physicist."
It's been quite troublesome to fill in the gaps recently, and it basically takes twice as long, so the update will be late, please forgive me