"At 21 o'clock in the evening of August 1, an unprecedented explosion occurred at the Wayne Building in downtown Gotham, paralyzing the road center."

"The Dark Knight named Batman is widely recognized by the public, and Director Gordon claimed in the revelation that he provided the molecular formula for cracking the chemical agent, and the identity of this person is not known at this time."

"On August 2, the TPC of the United Organization for Earth Peace was located in the East Island headquarters of the Pacific Ocean, and the victory team of the special investigation team intercepted an unidentified meteorite this morning..."

Just then, a voice suddenly sounded behind Tony Stark:

"Yours are recovering faster than I expected, Mr. Stark."

Stark looked back and stared at him with a pair of pale blue pupils, deep and clear.

Sitting on a black solid wood chair in a pure white casual suit with a tall back, a glass of sherry slowly poured into view.

It was a mixed-race man, and he looked like he had just graduated from high school.

The dark hair gives an indescribably clean, angular facial features that outline the yellow skin of the cheeks.

The brow bone is slightly protruding, the eye socket is deep, the lip peak is distinct, and the nose bridge is high, which is obviously a mixed Chinese and Western characteristic.

The man combed his neat and clean hair, leaned comfortably on the chair, and the slightly rolled up cuffs exposed the muscles on his arms, which was a little weirdly well-proportioned.

Generally speaking, it is impossible for such a dense muscle to be the same size and shape as a normal human arm.

Across from him, a lavish table was filled with a dazzling array of dishes, steaming hot and fragrant.

Whole turkey, auro, burger, fried rice, stir-fry, foie gras, steak, grilled meat...

It is mainly based on Chinese dishes, with snacks from all over the world, spread out on a table ten meters long and three meters wide.

It's hard to imagine that only one person can eat these luxurious set meals for forty people.

"I thought you'd wake up at night, after all, the previous dosage was set to the lowest power."

After saying that, Carrot El calmly cut off a piece of steak, put it in his mouth, and looked at him without any waves.

With just one glance, he could see everything about him completely, even the hundreds of shrapnel that were adsorbed in his body.

"Who are you??"

Tony Stark looked at his youthful appearance, but his vigilance never relaxed.

"My name is Carrot Eyre and I'm from Kansas."

Slowly putting down the wine glass, Carrot El turned around expressionlessly, and looked at Stark, who was almost embarrassed by the embarrassment.

He thought that when the little boy who fell on a farm in Kansas ten years ago was in school, he was also like Stark now...

Carefully observing everything, vigilantly and vigilantly looking up at all the creatures that appeared in front of him.

At that time, he was still very weak, standing on the haystack of the farm, looking up at the starry sky, slowly stretching out his hand, only feeling that he was far, far away from the Milky Way.

Once upon a time, those stars were so bright, just like he listened to his teacher in class, Howard Stark, the greatest scientist of the last century, and his playboy son...

All things in heaven and earth, the stars and the sea, that could only be looked up and guarded against, are now within reach, and they can be destroyed by turning their palms.

And the characters who once appeared in textbooks and had to memorize ... Maybe he will never be able to touch the corners of his clothes in his life.

"Who are you?"

"Where is this?"

"Why am I here?"

"And that delicious-looking burger, can I take a bite?"

Tony Stark saw that the man had been staring at him for a long time, and after not feeling obvious malice, he swallowed impatiently and ran to the table.

With a slight glance out of the corner of his eye, Tony Stark saw that Carrot had no intention of stopping him.

grabbed the burger in an instant, gobbled it into his mouth, and chewed greedily:

"Oh my God, it's just delicious, even better than the one in the Stark Mansion block!"

The sensation of food tickled every nerve of the taste buds, and Stark enjoyed closing his eyes and a feeling of solidity that made him sit on the ground extremely relaxed.

He is now a starving ghost wandering in the desert, and finally when he is about to starve to death, he has eaten a gluttonous feast!

This kind of pleasure is unimaginable for people who have not gone hungry.

Sitting across the table, compared to the richest man in the world who has not eaten a serious meal for several months, Carrot Eyre's movements are very elegant.

Enjoying the food unhurriedly, the lunch for thirty people at this table was barely enough for him to eat seven points full.

He could feel the feeling of starvation, and he knew the feeling of dying of starvation.

If it weren't for the sun's rays to replenish his energy, he would have emptied the poor farm and starved to death.

Faced with Stark's action of swallowing into his mouth at all costs, Carrot Eyre was afraid that he would choke to death, picked up his wine glass, poured Tony a glass of wine, and said calmly:

"You can call me Al, as for the identity, it was already on TV."

"But now there's another one more of your life-savers."

Tony Stark gulped a glass and finally came back to life:

"Thanks, I remember, just rush this burger, no matter who you are, count me in debt to you once."

"Wait, you're a CEO at such a young age? Isn't it supposed to go to college? ”

"Magnum Capsule Company? What is that? Newly formed company? ”

Carrot Al picked up a roast chicken, stuffed it into his mouth, then continued to stuff the steak into his mouth, drank a glass of wine to moisten his throat, and then wiped his hands:

"I got my third PhD two years ago."

A burger quickly went down, and Tony Starr had no seat and could only sit on the ground at will, but for him at this moment, as long as there was something to eat and drink, nothing else mattered:

"Such a young doctor, then you are amazing."

"Of course, it's still a lot worse than the great Stark."

Obviously, Stark, who finally escaped from the ascension, was in a very happy mood, and this ecstasy of seeing the light of day even washed away the sorrow caused by the death of his friend:

"By the way, you just said the minimum power?"

"Do you mean that fishbowl-like machine? How does it work? Is it the chemical synthesis that occurs in the machine of the drug? ”

"I'm willing to pay $300 million for the formula!"

Carrot El smiled calmly, "I don't lack your $300 million, and strictly speaking, Mr. Stark, you're a dead man now..."

"Aside from buying a cemetery for yourself and holding a funeral, you are no longer qualified to transfer the Stark family's property."