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Power stone, please
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Human strength lies in the ability to change yourself. – Saitama from the anime One-Punch Man.
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Downey still didn't start, leaving the old bartender to sleep there.
He could have taken the opportunity to kill the old bartender. After a hundred, this is the most relaxed choice, but in the end, he still didn't start, just watched and thought in silence.
Downey sighed and sat down on the sofa, knocking on the table intentionally or unintentionally. The old bartender has become a key node. Neither Downey nor the vampire can tolerate the old bartender falling into the hands of the other party alive, which means that his own intelligence and information have been leaked.
In other words, the old bartender is in his hands, and the vampires have every reason to suspect that he knows the vampires' god-making plan, and he has got the details from the old bartender. To prevent the information from leaking further and getting what they don't know, they must attack the old bartender and Downey. Downey couldn't tolerate the old bartender being taken away, which meant that his related information was leaked, and at the same time, he could be sure that he knew the god-making plan and detailed information they didn't know.
But he doesn't know the detailed information at all, and the vampires don't believe it. Downey attacked the vampire stronghold and killed the head of the Thompson family. He was declaring to them that he knew everything.
The serious asymmetry of information and the infinite loop of logic make tearing the face a foregone conclusion. No one can get away. There is no need to negotiate, and there is no way to negotiate. The war has already begun.
"It's so troublesome. The plan to make a fortune in silence is over." Downey sighed again and again, feeling that he was too unlucky. He originally planned to develop low-key and wait until he fully grows up before participating in a series of big events, but it is very obvious, it's impossible.
The vampire can't let him go, even if he is guilty of murdering the outside world to defend his dignity, a **** battle can't run away.
He didn't trust vampires either. He was worried that the front foot would hand over the old bartender in exchange for peace, and the back foot vampire would kill Downey after torturing enough information.
Neither party trusts the other, nor allows the old bartender to be in the hands of each other.
Downey took out that phone and sent a message to that number: Who are you? After waiting for a while, there was no response, so he put the phone in his pocket again.
"I'm still too kind to even kill such a troublesome person." Downey was helpless and felt that he was still a kind person. He could kill villains and people who targeted him at will, but he couldn't kill a person who was barely enough. innocent people.
Of course, it is not unprincipled not to kill. He will not use "not to kill" as his code of conduct like the Flash and other superheroes. But the existence of the old bartender had already threatened Downey's safety, he could completely kill him, but at this moment he thought further.
This is an extraordinary world, a superhero world.
Downey had a faint hunch that he could not kill the old bartender. It was more like standing in line. If he killed him, he would stand in the evil camp. If he did not kill, he might not be accepted by the hero camp, but at least he would not be easily hostile.
It's like someone is forcing him to make a decision, forcing him to make a choice, and even expecting him to kill the old bartender and walk the opposite of some people.
"Who is calculating me..." Downey's face was ugly. He thought a lot. He got a lot of pitfalls. He always wanted to grow up. He thought of a lot of things deep down.
The role of the old bartender is not necessarily just to make him fight with vampires endlessly, but to serve as a benchmark for judging Downey.
Downey turned to look at the seemingly unsuspecting old bartender, his eyes flickering. He was never a bad guy, and the old bartender had threatened him after all.
The old bartender sleeps in an inelegant manner, with his back facing Downey, as if he is too big-hearted, and completely resigned.
"What role do you play in this?" Downey sat on the sofa and stared at the old bartender for a long time. Ken said it... but who is the chess player? Hey!"
The old bartender turned over, muttered a few words, and snored.
Downey took out the phone again. This may be the only clue. He can track someone through this phone. Even if he is not behind the scenes, it must be related. But how to track it? He does not understand hacking technology, does not know hacker masters, does not believe in S.H.I.E.L.D., and his own Transformers are only a kind of ability creation rather than a mature life form. For the time being, he cannot decipher computer language like in movies.
"Professor X or Magneto...you can only find them..." Downey sighed. He didn't want to get close to either of them. His ability restrained him, even if he could easily hang him with one hand.
I haven't slept all night, the sky will soon light up, and a round of full sun will show a corner from the horizon, quietly watching the earth.
Downey called the old bartender, asked him to help him modify the motorcycle, and asked him what he needed.
"It's very simple to modify. You want to use it to fight, not just for safety and racing." The old bartender told Downey that this kind of locomotive mainly works on the energy loop. "You can modify the tank and control them for you. In battle, the strength of the metal and the efficiency of energy transmission are the most important."
The old bartender analyzed and heard some insights~www.mtlnovel.com~ He reminded Downey that although motorcycles are easy to use, tanks and armored vehicles are the first choices.
"If possible, if you get a few fifth-generation fighters to rebuild, then you will be invincible." The old bartender brags with a bottle of wine, claiming that if Downey gets the fifth-generation fighters, he can further modify them to become Downey. Build the strongest killing machine.
Downey asked him if he could modify a fifth-generation fighter plane. The old bartender cheekily said it was blowing.
Snapped!
Downey dragged the old bartender with a swollen nose and swollen nose and drove Optimus Prime to the large repair shop in the city according to the route he gave. This is secretly the most famous racing car modification base in the area, but it has the underworld color. Downey left him there, staring at him until he modified a high-performance motorcycle.
This was also Downey's original purpose, but he didn't expect it to be so troublesome now.
The old bartender picks and chooses in that large repair shop. In the eyes of everyone surprise, he casually calls the staff and asks them about various related parts. Finally, he came to find Downey, showing a mouthful of yellow teeth: "The parts and alloy models here are complete, but the price is very expensive. The traction converter alone is very expensive. I can modify a high-performance motorcycle for you, but I Five thousand dollars as payment."
The old bartender wants to be paid to buy wine, and the wine at Downey's house was almost drunk by the two last night.
Downey agreed, and the old bartender ran to refit, and got a lot of motorcycles on the spot, busy with various parts and large equipment.
Downey looked around warily, he couldn't easily let the old bartender die.
After the transformation of Arcie, he can only go to the nearby Professor X as soon as possible. After all, he can't cross half of the earth to the vast sea to find Brotherhood Island. Downey can only gamble, he bets on Professor X's character.
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