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Tony Stark and Bruce Banner, two of the world's most intelligent men, are now escaping from the mansion's laboratory in disgrace. The exhaust system in the laboratory is running at full power, doing its best to extract the black smoke billowing from the laboratory.

"Oh my God, Stark," Banner said, wiping tears from his eyes and coughing, "you know that this kind of stimulation might make me lose control, right?" ”

"This structural design is obviously your idea." Tony was also embarrassed and said, "I'm not stupid enough to add so many extra protective measures to the protective shield of the energy field, it will only explode because your excessive protection has caused too much pressure inside it to overflow energy." ”

"It's clear that you emphasize safety first!" Unconvinced, Banner said, "Who said that a new design structure was discovered to improve the energy efficiency of the reactor, but I was needed to help design safety measures?" ”

"But I didn't call you ......"

Jarvis's gentle voice interrupted their conversation: "Sir, I don't want to disturb you, but you seem to have a visitor. ”

"Tell him to wait in the hall, we're not done here."

"Well, I'm afraid he's already up, sir."

When Tony turned around, he saw that Eric, who was wearing armor, had broken the lock with his bare hands, pushed open the door to the balcony, and walked in with the unconscious Patient Zero on his shoulder, and threw the big gray creature on the floor.

"Little ghost, do you know that I won't let you pay for my lock or what...... Wait, this guy is Patient Zero? ”

When he saw Eric throw Patient Zero down, Tony's expression immediately became serious, and he asked instead, "What's going on?" Isn't he supposed to be on the Aegis carrier? You snatched him out? ”

"No, he escaped on his own." Eric said lightly.

"So what are you bringing him here for?" Tony asked, "Since he's faint again, shouldn't you put him back?" ”

"Because I don't trust Aegis." "Something has been going on lately, something that could be related to the submojo virus. I have reason to believe that Aegis - or even Lex Luthor - may know something, but nothing has been done. ”

Tony frowned: "Be detailed." ”

Eric spends about three minutes briefly recounting the recent events, highlighting Patient Zero's sudden outburst and a series of absurdly remarks.

“...... He said I should be able to sense it, and in fact I did. "I vaguely seem to hear a voice calling out to me, or the submojovirus in my body." I think there may be some kind of intrinsic connection between all the sub-Mordron viruses, and now that they may be changing, I need you to help me thoroughly examine Patient Zero's body and see if I can figure out what that change is. ”

"Hmm...... Alright," Tony glanced at Banner, "looks like we're busy again, Dr. Banner." ”

"What? Do I want it too? ”

"Of course, you're an elite in biology? Studying viruses is more specialized than I am, right? Tony couldn't help but pull him back to the lab, "Don't shirk, come on, I guess you're idle anyway, right?" ”

"Wow, it's your turn to be on duty today, but I was just forced by you to stay and do some new energy research......"

"Okay, okay, how about I treat you later? All-you-can-eat pizza at Fryde? ”

“...... Deal. ”

After they dragged Patient Zero into the lab's scanning equipment for a detailed and thorough examination, both experts had solemn expressions.

"I don't know much about the results," Eric asked, "but from the looks on your faces, I guess it's not good?" ”

"Your guess is right." Dr. Banner held his chin and said, "I've never seen a virus with such strange properties. It may seem strange to say that each virus is constantly releasing and receiving some kind of biological signal, but they seem to be constantly exchanging information. ”

"It feels like social software." Tony adds, "All the viruses in different individuals are theoretically able to communicate with each other, as if they were through a shared web chat. ”

"So the sound I hear is the sound of other viruses chatting with viruses in my body?" Eric asked, feeling a little weird.

"Probably not." "I also studied the sub-Morcho virus during the last outbreak of the virus in New York, and although they had shown some synergy at that time, they were different now. Some kind of trigger caused them to mutate collectively, and I guess that trigger should be at the center of them. If we use that analogy, the viruses scattered among different individuals are just users of social software, and the trigger for the recent viral mutation is the company that provides the social platform. ”

"So that's the enemy we should face?"

"Can't be sure, but it's very likely." "And if that's true, then the enemy ...... It is likely that this is the source of the virus. ”

...... of the sub-mojo virus Source?

Eric clenched his fists involuntarily.

"But it's just speculation." Tony continued, "It remains to be seen if there will be any other changes in the future, so this guy will stay here until then." Don't think too much about it yet, go back and rest first, and I'll let you know if there's anything new. ”

Eric gave one last glance at the unconscious Patient Zero.

"Well," he said, "thank you then." ”

Eric then took his leave. Looking at his back as he left from the balcony, Tony sighed: "This kid is also quite a headache, after all, so much has happened...... Isn't it, Banner? ”

Banner smiled wryly, "Who of us isn't like that?" ”

What none of them noticed was that as they looked away, Patient Zero's closed eyelids seemed to move slightly.

It was already late after leaving the Avengers Tower, and Eric went straight home. But by this time, his mentality had also eased - so many winds and waves had come so far, and no matter what kind of enemy he had to face this time, he was mentally prepared to face it.

The moment I took out the key to unlock the door, the familiar throbbing reappeared in my heart, as if a cold impact had penetrated the door panel and rushed into the bottom of my heart.

There was a slight pause in his movements, and Eric's expression became solemn. He gently pushed the door open, and with the "creaking" sound of the old door, the bright light of the living room was projected little by little.

Patrick Charlotte's bionic form is sitting cross-legged on the sofa in the living room, waving at him, as if he were a parent welcoming his son home.

"Yo, I'm back." He said in a relaxed tone, "I'm glad to see that the furnishings in the house haven't changed much." ”