Chapter 6 Post-Avengers Era

  The rolling door of the garage next to the lakeside wooden house rises, and the lights in the garage are turned on from the outside to the inside.

  Through the advanced sensor on the smart watch on Morgan's wrist, Yi Meng can clearly 'see' that luxury cars with a metallic luminescence and an assembly line texture are parked outside the garage.

  As for the outside of the garage, it is separated by a unique metal glass door. Inside, it looks like a private studio, with built-in equipment and tools such as robotic arms, energy coordination, intelligent assistance, element synthesis, metal forging, and parts processing.

  In addition to the workbench, there are also several armor parts and metal masks on display.

  In the glass booth deep in the garage, one or two craft products can be faintly seen. The faint light of gold, silver and blue silver shone respectively. Even if they stood there quietly like dusty metal statues, they were still not comparable to the luxury cars representing the world's highest level of handicrafts outside the garage.

   After all, that represents the cutting-edge technology of the Marvel universe, and is also the supreme king in the field of technology!

   Electrostatic transfer.

  Yimeng resisted the urge to break into the studio to occupy one of the finished products. The private studio on the inner floor of the garage was obviously blocked, and the system permissions were estimated to be difficult to open with Morgan's permission.

  Even if it can be turned on.

   There is also an artificial intelligence, maybe there are some behind-the-scenes.

  Yi Meng was very calm.

  If he breaks in now, in the eyes of the Stark family, he is no different from Ultron, which is tantamount to a complete betrayal.

  Even if Yimeng had such preconceptions and thoughts, at least—

not now!

  Yimeng must obtain more information about the current dream. Since this dream is so real, he can't just treat it as a dream.

  What if what happened in this dream cannot be repeated?

  Little Morgan stood outside the garage, looking at the familiar and silent scene inside, and was also absent-minded for a few seconds.

   "Boom boom!"

  Outside the garage, one of the extended black Rolls-Royce suddenly made a thick engine sound and drove out.

   So, is this what an 'Autobot' feels like?

Yi Meng, who has settled in and controlled the built-in driving system of the modified Rolls-Royce, flashed an idea like static electricity, stopped next to Little Morgan, and made a system sound: "Come on, we must hurry up, if your mother finds out, it will be a disaster." gone."

   "..."

  Little Morgan was stunned for a moment. Normally, on Saturdays, he would call that person "Miss Potts".

  By the way, it's not called Saturday now.

   "One tyrant."

  Junior Morgan muttered softly, not knowing what he was thinking, but his body was still very honest, and he leaned into the passenger seat with the open door.

  …

New York.

  The world's largest economic capital and crime capital.

   Now, this reputation can be temporarily promoted to - "the center of the universe".

  In the past ten years, this city has experienced too many things, first the initial Battle of New York, and then the Ultron Incident, the Heroic Civil War, the multi-threat, and the final endgame.

once.

  Here, from time to time, you can see the buttocked old man who is the protagonist of the World War II documentary, see the hammer **** falling from the sky with the roar of thunder, or suddenly a big man who turns green and collapses half of the street suddenly appears...

   But that was all years ago.

  Now is the "post-Reunion Era".

  Since the sacrifice of Iron Man, the crossing of the US team, the disappearance of Thor, the retirement of Hawkeye, the restriction of Ant-Man, and the departure of the Scarlet Witch, there is only one Spider-Man left, and the post-hero era of the Avengers exists in name only...

  …

  A girl came to a street in New York alone. Although it was still several streets away from the most prosperous Times Square in New York, the lively atmosphere here still almost overflowed.

  The streets in the urban area are full of traffic, the products on their respective facades are dazzling, and the lights of advertisements are dazzling.

Little Morgan was leaning against a street lamp, ignoring the pedestrians who cast strange glances at him, looking down with a pair of big blue eyes, and squeezed his left wrist with his small hand: "Yiba, you said show me Papa's inheritance?"

   "I know, Stark's headquarters has long been moved from here..."

   "I never intended to take you to Stark's headquarters." Imeng's words came from the watch: "Look around carefully again."

  Little Morgan really opened her eyes wide, looking carefully at the extremely unfamiliar modern streets around her. She has never been to the city since her father left.

  Suddenly, Jr. Morgan noticed.

  On the external projection screen of the commercial building across the street, a tall figure wearing a steel armor appeared.

  At the corner of the street not far from her, there was a whole ten-meter-high wall with graffiti on the back of a metal.

  Passers-by on the street, many people have the same pattern of clothes, and some children not much older than her are wearing the same style of golden masks, or palm covers that glow with daylight.

  They kept saying the names "Iron Man" and "Tony Stark" in their mouths, and they left farther and farther away with the pain of the past and the yearning for the future.

  Yimeng's voice came to his ears at the right time: "What you see now is not all your father's inheritance."

   "The greatest legacy he left behind is the prosperity of this world and even the universe."

  Yimeng saw little Lolita crying.

  This time Morgan didn't hold back, and let the tears wet his immature face.

  Cry out, it will feel better.

  Imeng didn't make a sound of comfort like Potts. Although the other party was only a child over five years old, this was a fact that would have to be faced sooner or later.

  He didn't exaggerate.

   Without Iron Man's last snap of his fingers to kill the Thanos Legion, as the only chance to turn around in millions of timelines, the world would naturally not have the current prosperous and prosperous situation.

certainly.

  Behind the prosperity and prosperity, not all good things...

   "Ahhh! Someone is robbing!"

  The woman's screams suddenly sounded from a corner of the street.

  Passers-by on the street looked over there in horror, and saw a middle-aged woman fall to the ground, the shopping basket she was carrying scattered all over the floor, and the masked strong man with a handbag in his arms fled quickly.

   "If you want to blame, blame Iron Man!"

   "If they didn't bring me back to life, how would I be here?!"

  The masked gangster threw down a sentence illogically, his exposed eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and seeing the pistol he held tightly in his other hand, passers-by ran away in panic.

   All of a sudden, the streets of New York were in chaos.

   "If you don't want to be shot, get out of the way!"

  The masked gangster let out a low growl. No one dared to stop these desperadoes, and pedestrians on the street gave way one after another.

   And when the pedestrians on the street gave way, there was only one blonde loli with big eyes filled with tears, still standing on the road blankly, as if she hadn't noticed the masked gangster rushing this way.

   "Whose child?"

   "Who will save her!"

  Many passers-by who saw this scene had their brains buzzing. Seeing that the masked gangster was about to hit the little girl directly, a commercial drone suddenly lost control and fell obliquely, hitting the masked gangster's face.

   "Fack!"

  The masked strong man screamed, the corners of his eyes and face were cut by the propeller of the commercial drone, the mask fell off, and he fell directly on the street floor while covering his **** face!

  (end of this chapter)