Odin Burger,

The waiter, wearing a Nordic horn helmet, raised his hand to look at the watch on his wrist, estimated his off-duty time, and then asked the strangely dressed man in front of him, "Sir, what do you need?" ”

It's summer, and he's wearing a heavy trench coat, leather boots from the early part of the last century, and even a walking stick.

But the waiter only cares about his own off-duty time now, and the rest is not important.

"An Odin Double Chicken Thigh Burger, with a Rocky Fries and a Medium Thor Coke"

"Please wait a minute~"

In the corner of Odin's burger joint, at the table by the window, Li Zu sat down and exhaled.

Once again, he is back in the 21st century.

The Fourth World,

And the most interesting thing this time is...... There is no time limit, just a "door" for traveling through time and space, and it is completely silent.

As things stand, he's stuck here.

"Maybe I'm going home"

After responding to Cthulhu's call to himself, the thing that was placed in his body seemed to have ushered in a change.

It's already 10:31 p.m.,

The city is still vibrant, with people coming and going in and out of the burger joints.

For example, three middle school students walked in out of the blue.

"Man, look there, he's really handsome~"

"Isn't he hot?"

When the three young men whispered, they found that Li Zuzheng suddenly turned his head to look at them, and the three of them were so frightened that they quickly turned their heads to order food, pretending that they didn't know anything.

"Sir, your meal is ready~"

"Harley Quinn should miss this smell too, what should I bring to Eagle Girl? …… It's a pity that Usha died in Dagon's belly in that battle, otherwise she might have seen the prosperity of humanity. ”

It was as if he was reminiscing, but he didn't see the slightest regret.

And it is difficult for his brain to have a chance to be quiet, especially because his strong hearing allows him to hear many interesting conversations.

"Tony Stark has been missing for a month, and now he is back alive and has announced that he will never produce arms again."

"Their blood-sucking merchants are always like this"

"He said that he would use his company to produce clean energy and contribute to the world."

"If you want me to say, maybe his death in that terrorist attack is the greatest contribution to the world."

“……”

The content of the small talk, which fell into Li Zu's ears, was a huge amount of information.

……

……

In a hidden building,

A man in a black leather trench coat stands in front of the window with his hands behind his back, overlooking the brightly lit city.

Knock knock~

"Please come in"

The person who pushed the door in by the "director" was none other than the FBI agent half an hour earlier.

"What did you find? The location where a quantum force field similar to the Rubik's Cube appears. The director turned slowly, his black beard wrapping around his dark skin.

An eyepatch covers one eye.

"It's a strange case," said Agent Phil Coulson, "Witnesses say it was a strange yellow man dressed in clothes similar to the last century, who was able to turn people's arms into toys, but after investigation...... The toy arm is just an ordinary toy, and the psychiatrist has determined that she has a mental illness. ”

"It was an accident, and there was no clue to be found, and this person didn't seem to exist." Phil said emphatically.

"It can't be a coincidence, Agent!"

The director's one-eyed glow in the dark office exuded a wise light: "All kinds of crises are beginning to appear on the earth, this time, maybe it's the clarion call for the start of the battle, or maybe it's a wake-up call." ”

He turned around and looked out the window again: "How is the old man who woke up from the ice?" ”

Speaking of the "old man", Phil Coulson was the most excited, his face was flushed, and his breath was short: "He is always ready!" ”

"He's not enough," said the Director, "for the time being, send agents to follow up on the mysterious man who may not exist, but our immediate priority is to solve the Stark family's problems." ”

"Tony Stark? What's wrong with him? Phil Coulson asked.

"A repentant arms dealer, this shows that conscience can finally be used to negotiate prices."

……

……

In the morning without the whispers of Cthulhu and the roar of the Dagon,

The shopping mall, the high-end dark green suit that hung in the mall because of the special color and the discount was not sold, now finally has its own owner.

The beggar hung a sign and squatted in the corner, he was dismissive of leftovers, and only green bills could arouse his interest.

"What do you think of this world?"

There was a voice in my ears.

This is not the first time that artists who think they know art and are pretentious have come to the streets to ask what they think of the world.

If it weren't for the fact that he could get a good salary after every interview, this beggar would have left long ago.

"The people of this world are so tired, they are enslaved by something called money, they don't smile, oh~~" The voice that pinched his throat and pretended to be awkward came out before the beggar opened his mouth.

The beggar turned around and found it a man in a green suit with two odd toys.

The socks with red and blue must have been carefully prepared by him, with dark green leather shoes, a crazy match, maybe only performance artists dare to wear them on the street like this.

"What do you think, sir?" He put away the ugly hyena-like toy and asked the beggar.

"My fee is not low" The beggar decided to negotiate the price first, before the interview began.

"A pleasant conversation is priceless, and happiness is the premise of being determined to do something," he said, bowing his head to wipe away the gray footprints on the dark green upper: "But in business, it is better to explain the price clearly." ”

"You're not here to interview my artists?" The beggar noticed that this guy with strange behavior and strange speech seemed to be different from those artists.

“…… Art! I love art! But what we're going to talk about today will be cliché, full of the smell of money, and it might disappoint you! He said apologetically.

"When you have money, art is beautiful," said the beggar.

"I like your answer, can you do me a favor?" At this request, he handed out a dollar bill, brand new.

"I want to know when the man without an arm will come and go for the next week," he said, pointing to a disabled man in a white lab coat and laughing with a man into the building.

The building called Osborne Industries.

"There's more to the stalk, friend!" The homeless man was somewhat dissatisfied.

"Shh~" He opened his clothes, revealing a thick wad of banknotes tucked into his belt.

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