World Code 427

Bill's mission has never changed because of anything-that is, he never helped Stark, never.

But this time things were very strange. Bill really helped him. Stark guessed that it might be because there was something wrong with Reid, so no one could help them back to 0427. After all, 0296 is now Aegis The bureau has long since lost its style at the time, and it just so happens that Bill needs him to save the world. Unfortunately, he has doubted his identity as the savior more than once or twice so far.

Rogers was standing next to Stark with his shield in his hands, and it felt much more comfortable in his hands. Stark took a deep breath, because he knew what he was going to see next, some Chaos or something even more tragic, although he is not reconciled, but he understands that even himself, facing a Sierra who is about to kill him, cannot make a choice that can save his life.

When Stark and the others were brought back to Reid's research institute, they appeared at the door of the building, that is to say, the bottom floor, and Stark rushed into the building without even thinking about it.

The elevator was broken, and almost the entire power supply system was broken. Stark knew that Sera had the ability to control electricity. He almost gritted his teeth and ran into the safe passage and climbed up the stairs layer by layer. Nothing at all until he saw—

"Peter?!"

"Stark, what are you..." Peter half-kneeled on the floor, he supported another person, and Stark clearly saw that the person was Sera.

"What about Rhett, what about Ben, why are you here? What happened?!" Stark walked in step by step. At this moment, Steve ran in from behind. It will still be activated under a special period, which is nothing to celebrate, and everyone's face is dignified.

"0724 is here..." Peter helped Sera up, although he was covered in blood, but there was no way to verify who it belonged to, because Peter had self-healing ability, and Serra didn't seem to be much better, Because of the obvious number of wounds on his body, "We rushed here because we have been following them, and I at 0724 gave me the signal that he will definitely come here, so we have to stop him."

"And then—" Stark was impatient, his face was twisted up by himself, and the deepened wrinkles looked old.

Peter was apologetic, although he knew that Stark would definitely not blame him: "We failed to stop him, they used the time-space distortion ability to take away everyone here, and we were one step away from Stark."

"Stark..." Steve put his hand on Stark's shoulder, as if comforting.

And suddenly, now Tony felt that he had a splitting headache. He didn't know why, the pain made him almost fall, but fortunately, the captain behind him supported him, no matter how the rest of the people exclaimed The name Stark couldn't even bother to pay attention to it. He felt that something was pouring into his brain desperately, and there was no way to stop it.

"This is the memory you want."

At this time, it seemed that the world had become blank. Stark heard such a voice, which was a bit like Bill, and he was still faintly discernible. His tinnitus was so severe that almost only this sentence kept repeating into his brain, but it was like this , but he seemed to see the memory pouring in——

He passed out.

***

When Stark opened his eyes again, he was lying in a hospital room, and he almost didn't have time to blame them for sending him to the hospital anyway, because he saw Bill standing in front of the window with his back to him.

"Bill, what's going on, what about them?"

"Doing what they think is their job." Bill turned to look at him, hands in his pockets. "How are you doing?"

"Oh my God, are you caring about me? Tsk..." Stark laughed smugly just now, and his whole body was cramping in pain because he propped up his body, "My whole body hurts to death, I was Who hit it..."

"That's all right—think about what you remember?"

Stark frowned, he squinted his eyes and thought for a long time but still shook his head and said in a very innocent voice: "Is it possible for me to recover my memory? I even forgot the last thing before I passed out, My brain is going to burst right now."

"That's great. I just didn't want to tell you again. The police sent you here. The doctor said that you will have to be hospitalized for observation for at least two weeks. You have been in a coma for four days." Bill walked over and took it from the table. Picking up a glass full of water and handing it to Stark, he looked surprisingly friendly.

"It's impossible, where do I have two weeks?!" Stark took a sip of water and then raised his eyes to look at him, his brown pupils had no extra emotion other than nervousness and worry, "Bill?"

"Actually you only have one day."

"The important thing is that I have nothing now, I have nothing, and I remember being disappointed-even if I did see S.H.I.E.L.D., they seemed to only give me the captain's shield," Stark lifted the quilt from He sat up on the bed, his legs drooping on the ground, "What will happen when the time comes, at midnight today the whole world will... tell me about Bill, please - I know you want to help me too, what about Peter and the others."

Bill stared at him for a while, although he seldom helped him before, but this time Stark found that Bill really started to help him: "I don't know what will happen, people who don't belong to this world They have already gone back, and another one died here."

In 0724, Sera took away Rhett and Ben, and of course the most important thing was Peter, so now Stark is almost helpless, and those who helped him disappeared and died——

"Hell I have to find Steve, first thing is to get out of this bloody cemetery."

"What are you going to use against 0724, yourself?"

Stark stopped in his tracks, he reached out and scratched his hair, his face was not very good-looking (maybe he didn't wake up from the previous coma), but he still said: "Isn't this my mission? , since there are no cheats at all, I think I have to rely on myself, maybe you were wrong in guiding me to another world from the beginning."

The system can't go wrong, Mr. Stark. Bill quietly watched his back slowly disappear from his sight, and he turned his head to look at the hospital bed where Stark had been lying before, where the quilt was still warm.

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