World Code 427

"This is Steve Rogers, uh...a friend of mine."

Steve followed Stark to find Peter Perry. In fact, this was a previous agreement. Peter's call was made to Stark's cell phone. Obviously this was good news-he found Morehand PhD.

"A policeman friend, how nice?" Peter greeted Rogers. They agreed to meet downstairs and go to Morehand together. Perhaps Perry would be surprised, after all, with a policeman as a friend, he would still To be chased for your life with a stick in the middle of the night is unbelievable, "Nice to meet you."

Rogers nodded casually as a way of showing friendliness, and put his hands together in a polite gesture of goodwill to each other.

"It's not bad." Stark's expression was very subtle, even a little bit of a smile, after all, this policeman is a very important role for Stark in other parallel worlds, so Tony shrugged his shoulders casually Then he looked at the young man opposite him with light brown eyes. After all, only Stark knew the purpose of Steve's visit, "Is Mohande in there?"

"He's already waiting for you, let's go in."

Peter raised the corner of his mouth slightly. Perhaps this upcoming mission really made him feel excited. Being a hero is like saving the entire New York under the guidance of the painter Isaac Mendiz.

Three people knocked on Morehand's door, and the man who opened the door from the inside made Stark excited. It was Dr. Morehand, yes, the doctor of the geneticist.

"Morhand, they are here, he is Stark," Peter walked to Morhand's side and introduced, "This is his friend Mr. Rogers."

Morehand is not as short as Stark imagined, but he looks very gentle and easy to touch. Stark feels a little relieved about this, because he feels that he is getting closer and closer to the truth.

After exchanging pleasantries, the four of them came to the living room and sat down to discuss everything. From the time Peter Parker woke up, until now Stark has not been able to see Bill again. Knows where the man is, not even in the nick of time when he thinks Bill is going to testify before Captain America.

"About Isaac, and some things about predicting the future, I heard Peter tell me, can you tell me in more detail?" Morehand poured tea for the other three people, watching the steaming warm water It was very heart-warming. Dr. Morehand was dark-skinned, but he didn't look dirty or sloppy when he got there. Even his room was neatly tidied up.

"Of course," Stark nodded, his eyes moved slightly to Steve Rogers sitting next to him, and then he began to say, "I'm sorry for Isaac's disappearance. I really didn't know him. Where have you been, but about the future I just want to say that we are running out of time and I need your help Morehand, Molly Walker to be precise, find some people, only by finding them can we hope to protect this code as The parallel universe of 0427."

"Parallel universe?" Morehand asked back.

"Yes, parallel universe. I have thought about it for a long time and found that this kind of metaphor is the most suitable to explain. Maybe our world is like a test product that is put in a jar one by one, even our body is the same. Copied one by one, they were neatly arranged and numbered, but one day the "they" who watched us from outside the jar were going to merge our world with another aggressive world, and the actual Only one side can survive in the world, and the other side will be swallowed."

"This sounds crazy," Peter put down the water glass he had just picked up from the table, and looked at the speaker with a slightly surprised look. "Replicas, are we all?"

"Maybe... maybe not," Stark shook his head and said honestly, "The first experimental body should be the main body. As for who is a copy and who is not, it doesn't matter at all. They want to use us for testing. The living beings of the whole world..."

"Even if we are replicas, we are all unique and special bodies. There are always some subtle differences." Mohande let out a long breath, his brows furrowed, and his forehead drooped slightly. Another question, "How do you know this? In fact, your name, Mr. Stark, is not on my list. Because Jasmine is very important to us, we can't just give her to you."

"I don't need to take her away, I just need that cute child to help me find some people, that's it." Stark said, "You won't believe it, I saw the "creature outside the jar."

"Have you seen it?" Rogers, who hadn't spoken for a long time, finally spoke. He thought for a while and then turned his head to look at him with his clear blue eyes. "That boy must know something, the express you mentioned."

"I said I didn't know what happened to that shipment, Captain."

"Maybe it's due to your superpowers, sir. If it's okay, can I take a sample of your blood first?" Morehand asked.

"I'm sorry I lied to you, I don't have any super powers," Stark confessed immediately, he first lowered his eyelids and then raised them again, a crisp and magnetic voice sounded in the room, "Sorry Peter."

"What's going on... Then when we met for the second time—" Perry said incredulously, his dry lips were pursed with doubts written all over his face.

Fortunately, there was no trace of anger there.

But now, Stark's eyes were moving on the faces of Morehand and Peter. After a long while, he spread his hands: "That's not a super power, but I knew this in advance..."

"pat-"

There was a sound of something hard hitting the door, and then a small head poked out from behind the corner of the wall. The girl's soft hair was pressed against the wall, and her watery eyes looked towards this side.

"Jasmine, why did you come out...?"

"Who are they..." A timid voice came from not far away.

That was Jasmine, yes, Stark recognized the face, and that cute little girl, Jasmine Walker, was the tracker he needed.

"Come here, Jasmine, they are all my friends," Morhand said with a smile on his face, he turned half sideways and beckoned to Jasmine behind the wall, then looked at Stark again, "She This is the "tracker" you were looking for."

"That's right... that's great Morhand, thank you for trusting me."

"He's a policeman..." Jasmine walked slowly to the side of Morehand. She leaned next to the black-haired doctor, raised her immature face to look at Morehand, and then turned to Rogers, her voice was childlike. , very lightly, "Do you know Officer Matt?"

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