World Code 427

On the bench in the park, Stark was sitting there, one of his hands was wiping his left half of the cheek with a tissue, while the other was holding tightly a pack of brand new tissues in his hand.

"You went to rob?"

"Otherwise, don't you already know all about it?" Stark carefully touched the scratches on his face. From his facial expressions, it looked that it was really painful, and it hurt the internal tissues of the skin.

Bill put his left leg on his right leg, and what he could see was a group of children playing happily on the sand. Regarding Tony's injury, this guy obviously took a cold attitude: "I thought at least you wouldn't I'm glad you didn't break a bone when you rolled down the stairs after you got it."

"Peter wants my contact information. I can only say that I lost my phone. There is no other way." Stark squeezed the blood-soaked tissues into balls and threw them aside. In the trash can in the distance, there was a sly snort, "But I got Peter's address, an unexpected harvest."

Bill didn't answer any more, his back was pressed against the back of the bench chair, the wooden chair was not comfortable to sit on but the sun shone on the person who really wanted to take a comfortable nap in this suitable afternoon.

Stark was silent for a while, but he was deciding on another matter during this time. The brown-haired middle-aged man was trying to sort out the thoughts in his head, and he spoke after a long while: "Bill, I think Go to that courier company again, I have to find Peter Parker, although I don't understand the same things he gave me, maybe it's just temporary, it doesn't really matter, and I don't categorically guess that he might know The guy who told the truth and colluded with the anonymous sender, and even said that he was the so-called behind-the-scenes sender, anyway, I have to meet him first, otherwise I will miss such a rare opportunity."

"You should believe that no one in this world except you knows that they are about to suffer a catastrophe, and if they could choose, of course most people would not want to know about it. By the way, I did not express any objection meaning." Bill stared sideways at Tony, his gray-green pupils covered with fine lines.

"I feel like I have to use a special method, but I don't even know anything about him other than he's a courier."

"How many details do you need to know to kidnap someone?"

"Hey Bill, don't say I want to blackmail his house, okay?" Stark stood up from the wooden chair while talking, but looked down at the blond young man who was still sitting, and his tone couldn't keep up. Don't be surprised, "Kidnapping, I really want to do this, but you have to know that I never thought that I would be shrouded in the halo of the protagonist. I don't want to blackmail him by the way. It doesn't help me. I'm also afraid of me. Worried the cops would come and get me in trouble, but now it looks like you've only given me a canoe like this, it's the first and sure to be the last, and it's got to be a hit, you know Bill, I'm on my hands and feet right now Trembling, and above all I had no choice."

Bill half-raised his head and listened to Stark's lowered voice with a flat expression, then raised his eyebrows: "You chose this frame for yourself, for the little time left? Peter Perry has already started I trust you, don't you plan to use this resource?"

Stark wiped the wound on his face with the back of his hand, leaving only a little blood stain on his hand. The man frowned, and then lowered his eyelids, but the firmness did not Change: "His name isn't on the list, I'm just looking for Jasmine Walker, and if he's involved—Tony Stark would never do that."

"You talked to him about parallel worlds and 0427." Bill didn't ask back, it was an affirmative statement.

"No deep talk," Tony replied, "just to gain some trust, compared to this, Bill, when Coulson and the others came to arrest me that night, Peter said he saw a figure on the roof, was that you? "

"I don't have to do that."

Stark narrowed one eye and opened it again. After a few seconds, he asked with a nonchalant expression, "What are you here for?"

"Spying on you." The person on the other side said without sincerity, "helping you wake up your memory is also included, if you are willing."

"It's great," Stark said with a somewhat yin-yang tone, "After thinking and reasoning, I now find that I have completely forgotten what happened after I was 13 years old, and the most terrifying thing is that I can't even remember my own name. stand up."

"It refers to the memory of the current body, but certain conditions need to be met in order to restore it, just like a condition that must be triggered."

"...It's shocking every step of the way."

Occasionally Stark would think about what Bill said, although it was very fragmentary, but it was enough to arouse his entire interest.

The appearance of Peter Perry seems to be a big reversal. Without him, Stark would never have dreamed that he could seek Jasmine, the little girl with tracking ability, to help.

If there is no so-called parallel universe devouring each other and the bad setting of 200 million dollars and the separation of wives and children, this man is really willing.

Tony Stark - God knows how many people yearn for this name.

Sometimes he will start to blame himself, his embarrassing way of appearance is not suitable for the chosen savior, after all, shouldn't all the good and beautiful male protagonists in TV dramas should be able to impress people, and often At this time, he began to feel proud that he could handle everything.

And the most important thing is "Special".

Peter is off to find Morehand, and he just has to wait for the right moment to catch his first pal, Spider-Man.

Stark went to the pharmacy and bought some goodies, which he firmly believed would bring him good luck.

Can't tarnish the name of the savior, and act like a real Iron Man, at least on the surface, with words and that cynical character who doesn't admit defeat, he just wants to prove to the world that the world with the earth code 0427 will always exist There is an Iron Man, a superhero, maybe they don't know it yet, but that will be sooner or later.

But, oh no, although Tony's thoughts cannot be denied, he is really so majestic and lofty, but he stole the newspaper at the door of the bookstore and was beaten up by the man who chased him.

Maybe that was just a foreshadowing, Stark was just watching some current events.

"Peter, I think we have to hurry up," Stark said in his dark basement, holding up the cell phone he stole from a passerby, and now talking to Peter Perry on the other end.

"I'm working on it, give me some time?"

"Is it your brother who is still difficult to deal with? I'm sorry I was too impatient. If my operation is successful this time, I think I can find a new partner." Stark let out a long breath, and his chest followed his own. Breathing and falling together.

"You always know them?" Peter asked. At this moment, this young man with dark brown hair was sitting on the sofa in his house, and his legs were flat on the ground. Looking into the living room, his attention seemed to be attracted there, "But they have no impression of you, just like me, Well, when I contact Morehand, I will definitely tell you as soon as possible."

"That's great, uh—but I always thought you were in constant contact."

"It used to be like this."

Stark did not continue to ask. In fact, the first call was to tell Peter his mobile phone number, and the second was to find someone to talk to about what he wanted to say. After all, the kidnapping is not just a few words. Can be emboldened.

Tony Stark took this as a declaration, and he didn't want to tell Bill about it, but he knew that the guy who wasn't human and shouldn't exist in this parallel world was watching his actions all the time, His words are recorded, and sometimes even his thoughts can be guessed through.

Stark sat at the computer desk in the basement, and he couldn't figure out why there was a computer here, and even a computer without a network was almost useless to him.

Whether it's day or night, this rotten place is always filled with hazy black miasma. Whenever he stays in this place, Stark will feel uncomfortable all over. Although there is no air leakage here, he still feels the cold penetrate into his bones.

"I should wish Stark good luck and see you later."

Peter Perry hung up the phone, he took the phone from his ear, and his pair of clear blue eyes kept staring at the hall outside the door, as expected, there were footsteps coming from there after a while, and But Peter knew that the man had been standing there for a long time.

"Peter, who's calling?"

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