"Well, to put it simply, this space, for example, is actually made of nanometals."

Stark's expression flashed with gloom.

At this time, he looked very different from what Chen Sheng saw in the other party's spiritual world.

"In layman's terms, we're in Ultron's belly right now."

"In the stomach?"

Natasha and Steve couldn't help but glance at each other, and they could both see the surprise in each other's eyes.

"That's right, as long as he wants, now these nanometals under our feet can swallow us in an instant."

Stark uttered another sentence that surprised everyone instantly.

"Then why hasn't he done it yet?"

Steve couldn't help but speak, with confusion in his eyes.

He had thought that the constant emergence of robots from the ground would be bizarre enough, just like the undead who now occupied Asgard, but he didn't expect Stark to say that it was even more dangerous.

"I don't know, but what I do know is that he must be watching us at the moment."

Stark shook his head.

The speed of his speech gradually increased, and fast talking was the essence of his character, and he seemed to be beginning to adjust to the clone body.

"Everything here is under his control."

"Looks like he has other plans."

Chen Sheng showed a thoughtful expression.

"Is it trying to stall so he can do something else?"

He was naturally not afraid of these nanometals, in fact, if Ultron wanted to launch these nanometals to devour them, Chen Sheng would definitely destroy this place as soon as possible.

"If it's true, Tony, do you know what Ultron is trying to do?"

Steve's expression was a lot more solemn.

(This chapter is counted as 2,000 words.) I came back too late today, and I haven't finished writing sorry o(╥_╥)o.,It's expected to be revised around 1 o'clock! ）

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When darkness falls on Gotham, a city full of heavy industry, it is accompanied by an arrest warrant for Bruce Wayne.

"Bruce Wayne, since you are suspected of murdering the mayor and three councillors, as well as seven security guards, etc., we are now asking you to go back and assist in the investigation, this is an approved arrest warrant, please cooperate."

Outside the big iron gate of Wayne Manor, there are already several police cars with flashing warning lights, as well as a large number of onlookers who rushed to hear the news - for them, in recent years, except for the 'bat' in the city, Gotham City may not have been more exciting than the murder of the mayor and his legislators by billionaire Bruce Wayne, the head of the Wayne family.

Facing the police officer standing in front of him, looking at the piece of paper held in front of him, Bruce Wayne stared at the paper, and seemed to read all the words written on the door very seriously, and then was silent for two seconds.

"Do you Director Gordon know about this?"

He spoke in his usual calm tone.

"Director Gordon has left his post, and this matter has nothing to do with him."

Some chubby short uncle cops replied with expressionless faces.

"I know what kind of friendship you might have with Director Gordon, but Bruce

Wayne, even if you are rich and rival the country, but money and favors cannot be an umbrella to cover up your crimes, do you think we don't have sufficient evidence, will come to visit suddenly, your incriminating evidence and defense, all for the judge to judge, take away. ”

With a wave of the fat officer's hand, the few policemen on call behind him quickly surrounded him, only to hear a click, Bruce lowered his head, a little cold, and the handcuffs with a silver glow were already hanging on his two wrists.

"Take it away."

The fat officer repeated the emphasis, and was the first to turn and push open the heavy iron door of Wayne Manor, and then countless reporters frantically flashed their cameras and camcorders in their hands, rushing up like locusts.

"Bruce Wayne, can you talk about why you killed the mayor and the councilor, I heard that your methods of crime are extremely cruel, and you can't find a complete body of the victim in the crime, what is your motive for committing the crime?"

"Mr. Bruce, this incident is bound to have a significant impact on the shares of Wayne Enterprises, will the shareholders and committees impeach you from Wayne Enterprises? How do you want to plan for the next step? ”

"Mr. Bruce, I heard that you know Batman, and that the former Gotham Police Department Chief Gordon is involved, what do you think about this, do you really know Batman, and do you know who his face is hidden under the helmet?"

"Mr. Bruce"

Countless voices and microphones almost drowned out Bruce and his party, and more than a dozen police officers struggled to squeeze a narrow passage through the crowd for Bruce Wayne to enter the police car, and until he bent down into the back seat of the police car, the silent Bruce Wayne did not say a word to any reporter.

In the prison of the Gotham Police Department, the iron bars trap the former uncrowned king of Gotham City.

Sitting on the edge of the cold, rusty iron bed, with his hands crossed on his knees, and his eyes staring straight into the corridor beyond the bars, Bruce Wayne didn't look like a criminal in prison, but like an elite boss in deep thought at his desk.

He's waiting. Wait for someone. Maybe it's still a team.

"Mr. Clark, you can't just come in like that."

Suddenly, a voice came from the other end of the hallway, accompanied by several multiple footsteps.

"The case has not yet been tried in court, and after the request of lawyer Des, we are allowed to come to the shelter for temporary visits."

A man's voice retorted the last sentence.

"All this is within the scope of law."

Immediately, Bruce looked up and saw a black-haired man wearing glasses and a decent suit standing outside the iron bar, his tall body was easy to think that he might be a boxer or something, plus the muscular body that was strong enough to support his clothes, just standing there gave people an unconscious sense of oppression.

"Bruce."

While Bruce Wayne was looking at him, the man was looking at him in the same way.

There seemed to be an indescribable look in the eyes under the black-rimmed glasses.

"Don't worry. We'll help you get out. ”

After two seconds of silence, the man took a deep breath and said slowly.

"Four hours and twenty minutes and five seconds, Clark, is there any trouble in the metropolis. You're late. ”

Bruce Wayne's expression didn't change, but he finally managed to squeeze out a faint smile and speak.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple."

"Someone is trying to frame me."