World Code 427

Stark has been sitting at the entrance of a certain gallery for most of the morning. He occasionally looks back into the transparent glass door, but the neatly placed picture frames inside seem very quiet.

He spent the whole morning here, and more importantly, the man didn't know how long he would have to sit, and even he hadn't eaten anything since last night.

Last night Bill took Tony to the courier company. He thought the courier company should be off work long ago, but he didn't expect to see another boy at the door.

He was a courier, and through the narration of the other party, Stark learned that someone paid a lot of money to send him to hand over the package to a person named Stark.

Without more information, the boy only saw the package on the ground at the door of his house, and he just knew that the recipient would come to pick up the package at some point today.

Stark would not forget that face, but he couldn't open his mouth to ask anything, the only thing he could do was to thank him and watch the other party leave.

Things became more and more complicated, Stark took out the dozen of photos from his pocket, and at this moment, the superheroes on it made Tony feel a bitter smile.

"Hey, Stark, why are you here?"

The man stopped remembering, so Tony stood up a little surprised when he heard the sound, but more of it was full of joy on his face: "Peter? The first person I thought I could wait for should be Isaac, But I didn't expect it to be you."

"You know Isaac?" Peter watched Stark dust off his own ass, staring at him with bright eyes, "Do you have superpowers too?"

This is enough to prove Tony's wisdom. Although he can't remember exactly where the painter Isaac Mandiz's gallery is, he finally found it through the description of the comics and his name.

"Well... maybe, but not all, but now I feel that my ability can't be used under normal circumstances, and you know how bad it is."

"Isaac is missing, now Mohand comes here occasionally." Peter looked at the opposite person seriously, but it seemed that he still had a lot of questions.

"It's really bad news." Stark covered his rumbling stomach and scratched his head in embarrassment, "Can you take me to Morhand, I have something very important to ask him to come help."

Peter blinked and stared at him for a while, then said without thinking, "Go get something to eat first? It looks like you're hungry, I'll treat you."

That's how it happened. Peter took Tony to a restaurant that looked good. After all, in memory, the Perry family is a big family, and of course the daily life is also very affluent.

"Who were those people chasing you yesterday?" Peter asked. "By the way, are those wounds okay?"

"Thanks to you, I'm still alive," Stark let out a breath, and there were two people's leftover food on the dining table, "Some villains, that's the only way I can describe them, came after them for some reason. kill me."

"Is it a super power? It seems that the people on Morehand's list are not complete. Yesterday was too dangerous."

"By the way, Peter, do you usually read comics?"

"Comics, not often, I'm already working, so I don't have much free time."

"The Avengers?"

"what…"

"Oh nothing." Stark took a sip of his drink and tried to look calm. He cleared his throat and put his hands under the table, fingers twisted together. "Thank you for your hospitality. The food is delicious."

"You're welcome, but what is your superpower? I'm curious." Peter smiled and whispered in a low voice.

"Well, Peter, can I tell you something else before that? I think that will be more important than me talking about my superpowers."

Peter didn't speak, but he was obviously interested in what Stark said. The young man brushed aside the hair that slightly blocked his vision with his hands, and his deep eyes were somewhat curious.

"Well, I mean..." Stark's butt moved restlessly on the chair, obviously looking forward and backward made him so indecisive, "If you see Hiroshi Nakamura five years later, then you must believe There are countless parallel time and space in this world, we are special but not the only one, maybe they look the same as us, even—you know what I mean.”

"Yes, I did see Hiroshi Nakamura five years later..." Peter frowned slightly, but after just a few seconds, the dark brown-haired young man quickly turned his eyes back, " But how do you know, I didn't even tell Nathan."

"That's right," Stark exhaled, Peter's reaction validated his idea, and he is now thanking the so-called creator who at least let Stark know most of Heroes. It was useless, so Tony sat up straight again, and said in a mysterious tone, "I know more things, some don't, oh wait, don't use mind reading on me Peter!"

Peter Perry looked up at Tony, but his expression was still surprised: "I really want to, but I can't do it? It seems that something is interfering with my ability."

Maybe it was a good thing Bill did, maybe it wasn't, but thank God he doesn't want to pour out all this in his head to Peter, after all, he can't simply believe it in this strange world with code 0427 Anyone.

"This is my superpower Peter," Stark said smoothly, "and you can't copy it with your own copying ability, not anyone else."

"What did you ask me just now?" Peter asked, "Other worlds, I'm afraid I've been convinced of this for a long time."

"Then Hero, you once saved tens of thousands of people in New York. You are special, like a predestined destiny. You became the protagonist and were guided in the right direction by the prophets around you. And now—— It's not New York, it's the whole earth, and in this parallel space, I need your help." Tony lowered his eyelids and stared at the smooth tabletop, while the endless stream of people outside the window seemed so unreal every minute, for this world, Stark didn't ask Bill too much. These people who were marked on the photo were a sign, but they were lying in the man's pocket at this moment.

"A new round of crisis. So far, I haven't gotten too many related topics. What's wrong with Stark. If I can help, I will definitely try my best."

"Take away the crisis in New York just like before, and use your own actions to prove that you are the chosen one, which is great."

Stark didn't know who these words were addressed to. He remembered that the lines set in the script were like this, but at this moment, the protagonist here may no longer be the nurse named Peter Perry, at least' The protagonist of this 'world' is not anyone's world. No matter how much the chosen man does not believe in his abilities, the real scar left on his abdomen makes him feel the most real sense of crisis.

The male protagonist here has no pre-written script, no unchanging halo cheats, what 0427 needs is never a prophet, what they need is only a savior.

"Let me tell you the truth, we still have a month at most, this is not as simple as an ordinary explosion, this time it is an annexation, a whole planet, as a loser will be eliminated, and will be deleted from the grid , just like a bad record in a memory stick, it will be overwritten or even deleted without hesitation, and no one will remember us and this earth coded as 0427."

Peter and Stark fell into an eerie silence between each other.After a period of silence, Peter spoke slowly.

"Can you go into more detail?"

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