RNP Chapter 164 What a load of rubbish
Chapter 164 What a load of rubbish
Chapter 164 What a load of rubbish
After hearing the whole story about Doctor Doom, even though Tony considered himself to be very knowledgeable and had started traveling through parallel universes at a young age, he never imagined that such a future awaited him:
"So all those things I talked about with Coulson about regarding the Terminator actually came true? Am I John Connor?"
To protect Joey's identity, Tony went to great lengths to plagiarize "The Terminator" and create a plausible story, only to find it coming true for him the very next day.
There really are people from the future coming to kill me!
"Who are those people who want to kill me?"
"I can't tell you, after all, they in the past, which is also our 'present,' haven't tried to kill you yet."
Joey didn't reveal this part about the Fantastic Four to Tony, for the same reason he decided to be open with Tony now: what happens tomorrow shouldn't affect the choices of those who live today.
"And technically speaking, you're not 'Savior John Connor,' you're 'Skynet the Exterminator.' I bet everyone from the future wants to kill you."
Tony, who had just poured himself a glass of whiskey, hadn't even had a chance to drink it before the news made him restless and pacing back and forth in the living room.
"The 'me' of the future isn't me yet, okay?"
Tony was so angry about this that he kicked the Terminator robot that Cyborg had brought:
"Ouch!"
The robot remained untouched. Tony, despite the soft tissue contusion in his right foot, hopped back onto the sofa, venting his anger towards the robot on Joey once more.
"It's all your fault! You shouldn't have told me this!"
Seeing Tony's rage, Joey didn't dare to raise his voice, since the root of the problem really lay with him.
Some inspirational quotes often say that happiness and joy should be shared with others, because every time you share, you add another part of happiness.
Difficulties and confusion should also be shared in this way, because this will turn one difficulty into a shared burden, becoming half a difficulty.
Joey is sure that this isn't always true; at least now that he's shared his new worries with Tony, their troubles have actually doubled.
Originally, it was just Joey who was troubled by this, but now it has become a source of distress for both of them.
If he abandons the creation of the Amozzo robot because of this, Joey won't force him:
"Listen, Tony, this Amozzo robot isn't absolutely necessary. I'm sure I can find other ways..."
"Joey, what nonsense are you talking about!"
Upon hearing this, Tony, ignoring the pain in his toe, immediately jumped up from the sofa, snatched the Amorandum Core from Joey's hand, and hugged it to his chest.
"Why not? I will!"
There is indeed no better solution than replicating the core of the Amozzo right now, and Tony is well aware of this. Even if he doesn't create it, there are plenty of others who will.
It would be safest for such a dangerous technology to first be handled by a peerless genius like myself.
"Jarvis, start the scanning process."
[Scanning... Scan complete, data uploaded to the control panel.]
Tony was dumbfounded when he turned on the projection screen and saw the scan results of the center console:
"I'd rather not build that!"
Before the words were finished, a familiar voice came from outside the door: "What hammer? Is there another hammer here?"
Upon hearing this, Tony quickly put away the experimental data and placed the Amozzo Core under his buttocks. At the same time, a gust of wind swept through the living room, and Superman disappeared without a trace.
It's Coulson.
"Yes... never mind, let's get down to business!"
Coulson had given up on correcting his name: "Where's Superman?!"
"I've never seen anything like it in my entire life..."
Coulson interrupted Tony's repetition: "Stop talking nonsense, Tony, cooperate, the situation is urgent!"
"Oh, really?"
Tony once again slumped comfortably onto the leather sofa, looking utterly uncooperative.
"You can tell me what kind of emergency it is first. Maybe as I listen, I'll remember where I've seen this guy called 'Superman' before."
After obtaining authorization to decrypt the radio, Coulson pulled up a stool from the bar counter and sat down.
"It might be a little hard to understand, but I'll try to keep it short. This story starts with a hammer..."
Joey, who had retreated from Tony's mansion, flew towards Starfire and the Spider-Men.
There's a reason he deliberately avoids S.H.I.E.L.D. people; dealing with such a massive organization is simply a thankless and exhausting task.
S.H.I.E.L.D. is already riddled with factions, and like the North American government, it also has a hidden layer. The one that truly calls the shots is not the one on the surface.
Talking ten sentences to that black-hearted bastard hiding in some bunker is far less effective than exchanging a glance with someone like Tony, whose word is law.
Both he and Tony understood this, so every time S.H.I.E.L.D. agents came knocking, the only thing they could waste was Tony's time.
As for Joey?
All Joey could say was that his time was extremely valuable.
Although he wasted quite a lot of money.
For example, right now he and Xinghuo are passionately entwined in a place he used to know.
Inside a glittering building at 725 Fifth Avenue in Midtown Manhattan, New York—in the very beginning of the world.
The first stop on Joey's heartbreak journey.
This can be considered a return visit.
Joey didn't know how it all started. After Starfire settled the Spider-Men from different worlds, she was in a bad mood and led Joey to the nearest shopping center.
From Gucci to Prada, from cafes to bars, and finally, inexplicably, I ended up in a luxury apartment on the top floor.
He was simply responding to Xinghuo's demands instinctively.
Sometimes he also wondered what exactly his relationship with Xinghuo was.
"Don't overthink it. Just like in the beginning, it's just two lonely people comforting each other."
It was as if... no, it was as if they truly understood what Joey was thinking. As their contact and communication deepened, they had long since become one.
Joey can see the joy of Spark playing in the jungle streams of Tamaran when she was young, and Spark can also feel more of Joey's emotions and thoughts from it.
However, amidst these thoughts, besides a strange hesitation, there was also a discordant note, and Xinghuo was unsure whether she should ask the question.
Her partner was shrouded in a blood-red fog of past experiences and emotions, so much so that Xinghuo subconsciously didn't want to touch upon it.
But one thing was particularly important, which forced Xinghuo to ask:
"I can sense that you slept with another woman right here, right?"
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Upon hearing the first part of those words, Joey's heart stopped beating instantly. But when Starfire uttered the second part, it brought back memories of a past he didn't want to revisit.
Although it's called "the past," it only happened less than a month ago.
The storm, that 3K Nazi bitch, made Joey experience for the first time how exhilarating and simple killing could be. At that time, his bloodlust was like a boulder rolling down a mountain, and he almost couldn't stop it.
Looking back on her initial confusion, Joey, a month later, was no longer bound by it.
"That was a mistake I made when I was at my loneliest, and I assure you, I've fixed it."
On the contrary, he felt a sense of relief—relief that Spark had asked about Storm, and not something else...
dong dong dong!dong dong dong!
"Hey, hey, hey, Superman, Kal-El, or JoJo or whatever, are you in there?!"
The outer door of the luxury suite was knocked loudly, and a rough voice, unlike anything they had ever heard before, interrupted the two people who were taking a short break and preparing to reconnect.
"No matter who you are..."
Enraged, Joey racked her brains but couldn't recall whose voice it was, nor could she fathom who could find her here and call out all three of her names at once.
"You're fucking dead today!"
With his super vision scanning the area, he found that he couldn't make out the figure behind the three doors. Instantly, Joey, now in Kryptonian armor, signaled to Starfire to be on guard as well.
The person outside was still banging loudly on the door: "Open the door! It's me, your buddy Hao!"
That's strange, because Joey doesn't remember having any good friends.
However, he had already prepared his fist, ensuring that he could smash it into the opponent's face within 0.000001 seconds of the door opening.
Having finished preparing, Joey cried out as he opened the outer door. The stench that hit him made his head spin, even though his sense of smell was already incredibly sharp without using his super senses.
"Ahem, who let this homeless man in! Security!"
The person in front of me was burly, with a high nose, deep blue eyes, and shoulder-length blond hair that was tangled and messy with dust and dirt. In the winter of New York, he was wearing a tattered shirt and emanated an indescribable odor.
At this moment, the blond homeless man's face gleamed with a smug, albeit not very bright, intelligence. He raised his arms, attempting to give Joey a powerful hug.
"My friend Joey, I am no vagabond, I am Thor, the God of Thunder."
Fortunately, Joey reacted quickly, slamming the door shut with a loud bang: "Get out!"
That's not impossible. Joey can't see through the other person's body structure, and the person also has a typical Scandinavian appearance.
The question is, how does Thor know me, and why does he want to talk to me?!
"My nose!"
Thor, whose nose was nearly smashed flat by the sudden slamming of the door, covered his nose with one hand while continuing to pound on the door with the other.
"Don't disbelieve me, I can explain!"
If he kept knocking, the door would definitely be deducted from the room rate, so Joey, now dressed in casual clothes, had no choice but to open it again:
"You have three seconds to explain why you know me."
Thor, standing outside the door, casually leaned against the doorframe:
"It might be a little hard to understand, but I'll try to keep it short. It all starts with my hammer, 'Mjolnir'..."
This is a story about three heroes who rid Valhalla of evil and protected it.
These three heroes are Thor, son of Odin; Kal'el, son of the sun; and...
After confirming that the visitors meant no harm, Xinghuo, who had been waiting in the bedroom for backup, also popped out:
"Who's that, Joey?"
Just as Saul was about to launch into a long, boastful speech, he heard a woman's voice coming from the room and, almost without thinking, replied:
"Good day, Diana, daughter of Zeus and queen of Paradise Island. Odin's son, Thor, sends his greetings."
Thor was just talking about somewhere, right? The last of the three heroes is Diana, daughter of Zeus from Paradise Island, and Kal'El's lover... ::
"Shut up!"
Joey roared and lunged at Thor, who was trying to explain the relationships between the characters all at once, like spilling beans:
"I'm going to fucking kill you!"
Joey still has no idea what's going on with this Thor who suddenly came to his door, interrupted his fun, and then stirred things up in front of Starfire by mentioning his relationship with Diana.
All he knew was that the person present was Xinghuo, not Diana!
It's all Thor's fault, that loose-lipped bastard! He's got me all set for today!