Babie's parents didn't stay in New York for long, and after only stopping for a day, they asked Eric to say goodbye to him under the pretext that they were going back to prepare for the pumpkin festival. ＋＋＋＋

With the reluctant students, Eric sent the family to the long-distance bus terminal next to Times Square, Bobbie's eyes were red, full of nostalgia before parting, he hugged John and other friends again and again, and held Mary's hands through the thick flannel for a long time, until the Greyhound bus was about to start.

Ronnie and his mother have already gotten on the bus, Babi stepped back to the bus door, looking at these familiar faces in a daze, the past time seems to be like a deep dream, there have been fears and laughter, and now this dream is finally about to wake up, he is like a farmer who has obtained a good harvest in a dream, and only after sweat and hard work has it appeared that it is just illusory.

Babi has always thought that what he wants most is to return to his old life, and now he knows that he is no longer an ordinary Boston boy in the past, Drake, but a real Iceman Bobby. Unfortunately, this realization came too late.

Goodbye, friends—Bobby said silently, trying to keep his eyes open and hold back tears from them.

"Goodbye Mr. Eric, thank you for taking care of Babi during this time." Babi's father was politely thanking him, he and his wife had planned to visit Babi, stay here for a few days and then go back, but they didn't expect their son to go home. Now that the matter has come to this, there is nothing to complain about, Babi is their own child after all, and they must face the reality and re-establish the relationship between parents and children. With this in mind, he invited the faculty and students of the college to come to Boston for a vacation when they had free time.

Everyone sent their last wishes to them.

Just as the father and son were about to turn around and board the car, Eric patted his head and said as if he suddenly remembered something.

"Don't linger at home, Babi." He said seriously. "We're still waiting for you to come back, there's a lot to do that requires your strength."

What the?

As soon as Bobby turned around, he heard Eric's words, and the Iceman's mind seemed to freeze. He was originally immersed in a play called "Parting" and was infinitely sentimental, but when he arrived at the embarrassing place, he was told by the director that he had taken the wrong script.

"Come back?" Barbina asked, every word of the teacher's words passed through his ears, but he didn't understand the meaning.

"You don't want to?" Eric opened his mouth in surprise, but before the Iceman could react, his classmates understood, and rushed up to pick Bobby from the ground.

"I knew the boss wouldn't let you go." They pounced on it with joy. John screamed and slapped the dead party on the back, and it took several jawbs to come to his senses.

"Can I come back?" Bobby struggled desperately while shouting out to his mentor, and Eric laughed and gave him an unmistakable answer.

The Iceman finally let out a sigh of relief, he was in a trance at first, thinking that his mentor had played a trick on him, but after thinking about it, his simple personality prevailed, and he recalled that Eric did not mention that he was not allowed to come back from beginning to end. Could this have been a misunderstanding?

Whether it's a trick or a misunderstanding, now he's so happy that his chest is about to burst, so he just doesn't think too much about it. I just cheered with my friends, and then boarded the bus with my father in the driver's impatient eyes.

The four-and-a-half-hour drive to Boston is just a short part of Babi's life's journey, and it's the Iceman's home.

"Goodbye. Chief. When the bus left the station, he still stuck his head out of the window and shouted, which is how Babizi sincerely addressed the mentor in the manner of a friend.

Good luck. Boy-Bobby's voice came from afar, and Eric gave a thumbs up.

Soon after, throwing the smiling young man into the office, Eric went straight back to the top floor.

"Is there anything I need to know lately?" He asked his secretary that Mary Jane was working hard and that she had to sort out a lot of paperwork during this time, but fortunately the tedious work was finally coming to an end.

"There has been no news of Iron Man for two days in a row, neither rushing into the no-fly zone, nor fighting evil again, maybe the personalities of the heroes are the same, and he will go to the party after his interest is over." The secretary is still haunted by the last incident, she knew that Auroro and Jean would not accompany her to the firefighters' charity gala, so she deliberately spent a lot of money to rent an expensive evening dress, thinking that this would make her more colorful at the party, maybe she would meet a few seniors in the entertainment industry who appreciated her to make her Broadway road smoother, but she didn't expect Eric to refuse to bring herself to the show without even looking at it, which made her depressed until now.

"Well, what about other than that?" Eric shrugged, not intending to touch Mary Jane's heartbreak.

"In addition, there has been a lot of news about rising temperatures and climate change, and many environmental groups have called for more investment in new energy sources and restrictions on the continued operation of old polluting industries. Yes. Patting the thick stack of newspaper clippings at her hand, she knew that this was what her employer wanted, and through the public opinion and Osborne, Eric was carefully weaving a large net, although she did not know when the opportunity he was waiting for would come, but it would not be long.

Satisfied with the secretary's work, Eric promised her a raise for her hard work, and walked into the hall with the eyes of the secretary, and walked to the glass curtain wall to look into the distance.

As a playboy who is happy to show off, it is not Stark's style to go behind closed doors. Mr. Tony may have revealed his top executive's secret, and Obadai is grinding his fists to deliver the final blow.

Maybe today, they will have a big collision.

Eric guessed, and it was exactly what he predicted.

Tony at the moment. Stark is once again facing a crisis in his life.

"Relax, relax." Obadi gently held his neck, letting Tony's head hang carefully on the back of the sand, he had just attacked him with a small sonic oscillator, after a sharp sonic attack, now Tony's nerves were numb, the purple-black veins of his head appeared all over his face, and the muscles were completely out of control.

"Remember that, right?" Obadai shook the small weapon in his hand proudly, its surface was smooth and cute, and it looked only the size of a USB flash drive. "It's a shame that the government didn't approve production, and a lot of things were blocked and stopped halfway through, and you also have credit for that."

As he spoke, he walked around the sand to Tony, removing the earbuds and removing the tools as he took them out.

"Tony, I ordered you to be assassinated, I was worried that I would kill you, the goose that lays golden eggs, but fate didn't let you die, and there is still a golden egg left for me." As he spoke, he placed the tool on Tony's chest, and after a brief shock, a light gyroscope appeared in front of him, this was no longer Tony's first generation of motivation for shoddy work in the cave, it was a completely new process.

"Do you really think that if you have an idea, that idea belongs to you?" Obaday looked at the new motive as if he were looking at a fine handiwork, and then turned his gaze to its creator, bent down deeply, and patted him on the cheek. "You're so selfish."

The wire attached to his chest was pulled out, and Tony's heart immediately beat wildly.

"Look, it's beautiful." Obadi admired the wonderful light, while Tony, who was sitting stiffly, turned paler and paler after losing the support of electricity. "This is the Ninth Symphony you brought me, what a great work. Behold, this is thy precious legacy, thy masterpiece, which will lead the world back in the right direction, and thou shalt see that my ways are not as conservative as thee. ”

"I'm sorry to drag Pepper in, I'd rather she live. Goodbye, Tony. ”

Putting away the motive, Obadai got up and left.

In the empty mansion, only Tony, who looks like a dead man, has an old-fashioned motive in his workshop, but will he be able to make it there?

Outside the top floor of the equally empty Manhattan office, Mary Jane was alone packing up her desk, and after a long process of sorting, her task was finally completed. She doesn't have much free time lately and rarely practices dancing, and Harry is also busy and doesn't talk on the phone, but except for the depression of not attending the party, she is quite satisfied. Eric's salary was high, and he wasn't usually very busy, and if her former friends knew it was enough to make them break their heads and compete for positions, and she had a lot to gain in addition to money, this employer was a little incomprehensible, but not annoying, and wise enough. He has a far-sighted vision, and can always find clues behind the scenes from a fog, and follow those clues all the way, often to gain insight into the mystery behind it. This kind of gain is more important to the secretary than money.

Maybe in a few years, she will be able to become a powerful business woman herself, with her own property in this place where every inch of land is at a premium—although she knows that this is delusional, Mary Jane occasionally can't help but have this idea.

But now is not the time for self-absorption, and the most important thing is to send the results out in time.

Mary Jane picked up the materials and opened the door to the hall, where it was dark, and through the faint starlight, Eric could be seen standing by the glass wall quietly admiring the night sky.

"Why don't you turn on the lights, I almost fell." Mary Jane grumbled, placing the papers on Eric's desk, and walked up to him curiously to see what her employer was looking for.

"This is the night, and the brightest stars in the sky can only be seen if you are quiet." Eric's deep eyes looked out the window, and a bright firelight was slicing through from above.

"There really are shooting stars." Mary Jane exclaimed, she didn't see that it was a tail flame from under the humanoid armor, and Eric saw it but didn't say anything.

Through the concrete jungle on the other side of the river, Eric could vaguely see a raging flame burning in the distance. (To be continued!)

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