on the computer screen.
The face of Iron Man Tony·Stark was made up of countless characters. Ian opened his eyes wide and rushed to the huge computer in two steps.
"Hiss!"
He reached out and touched the cold metal shell of the huge host.
"This is true Iron Man! It really can't be true anymore!" Ian exclaimed. Of course he was very surprised, but it seemed that nothing unusual happened in such a dilapidated world.
"Did you touch my butt just now?" Digital Tony raised his eyebrows in a teasing tone, as if he didn't mind what Ian said - he might have adapted to his current status.
"Do you want to touch it back?"
Ian asked a rhetorical question.
Successfully silenced Digital Tony who wanted to express his humor.
And at this time.
"Tony, can you check this boy's information?" Betty frowned and walked forward, pointing at Ian next to him, "He can unlock Gwen's weapons arsenal and open the door to the base."
She probably knew that she couldn't get any useful information from Ian, and she didn't want to hear Ian's words whose authenticity was uncertain, so she chose to ask the most trusted person directly.
Hear the words.
Digital Tony seemed to have retrieved all the data and memories in an instant before humans could react.
"No record."
"He is not an employee of S.H.I.E.L.D., nor a member of Avengers, nor any acquaintance of mine when I was still alive." Digital Tony shook his head firmly.
"No record!?"
"No record at all!?"
Both Betty and Gwen seemed to be shocked beyond words.
Regarding this.
Digital Tony just nodded.
"Yes, he has the highest authority, and I don't know the reason." The image on the screen flickered slightly, as if representing the emotional fluctuations of the digital person Tony.
"How could something like this happen?"
Betty took a breath of air.
"Of course it is possible, dear Miss Betty·Ross, Tony·Stark was indeed my past, but I am only Tony·Stark's incomplete future."
"I didn't upload many things that had nothing to do with the plan."
Digital Tony shrugged.
"Perhaps you can go to my tomb and look for my lost brain - if you can still find it." He said with an indifferent attitude that only the king of destruction has.
"What's the plan?"
No one responded to Ian's inquiry.
Gwen looked at him with an extremely strange expression.
"You're so weird!"
She increasingly doubted Ian's innocence.
"Superman class with no recorded data..."
Betty looked at the boy next to him with a confused expression.
"Don't look at me, I can't even deal with the hundreds of viruses on my computer." Ian raised his hands, sincerely expressing that his knowledge of computer knowledge is limited to its daily use.
"..."
Betty and Gwen were speechless upon hearing this.
"But fortunately, they coexist very harmoniously on my computer. They don't affect my daily playing games and watching videos. They just pop up from time to time to scold me for playing bad games."
Ian's voice was a bit sad.
The atmosphere in the base hall is also particularly quiet.
No one answered.
Ian was embarrassed to ask which anti-virus software he needed to buy. He had tried most of the anti-virus software on the market, but there were more than a dozen viruses in his computer.
Free stuff just doesn't work.
Ian really miss the days when only 360 could poison your computer.
Just at this time.
"Dr. Ross, there is something wrong with the experimental project!" A staff member in a white coat hurried over with a nervous expression. His words immediately caused Betty's expression to change drastically.
She didn't even pay attention to Ian anymore, turned around and left quickly with the staff. Gwen hesitated for a moment and also chased after her. The two disappeared behind a door together with the staff.
The hall suddenly became quiet.
There is only a group of researchers typing code that Ian cannot understand.
"So, what are you busy with here?" Ian looked around and looked at the busy staff. They even had snacks. It didn't look like they were struggling to survive in the doomsday.
Digital Tony's eyes have been following Ian's movements.
"This is 'Alliance of Survivors'. Our only goal is to get the world back on track, correct our civilization, and correct the wrong course of the entire universe."
He opened his mouth and answered without hiding anything.
"Not bad."
Ian nodded.
According to Lady Death.
If this was the interior of a broken universe, then these "afterimages" of the universe's past would indeed have such obsessions. He was already thinking about how to invite Tony to play Gwent with him.
What?
Can the human brain not compete with a computer? This is really underestimating Super Intelligence of Ian. He is circling around Digital Tony, isn't he just looking for where to pull out the power plug of Digital Tony?
"Uh."
Digital Tony waited for a few seconds and found that Ian had no intention of continuing to ask. He finally couldn't help but said, "Why don't you ask, how are we going to do this?"
What an outstanding desire to share.
"Does your plan to continue civilization include allocating good-looking objects?" Ian asked abruptly, making Digital Tony shake his head in confusion.
"Then I don't really want to know your plans."
Ian shook his head.
Sure enough, he refused.
He felt that this part of the "after-image" bewitchment still lacked a little bit of technical content. If he was to bewitch others, he would definitely promise to allocate the eighty-eight most beautiful wives.
"..."
Digital Tony is not smoking.
But he was indeed silenced by Ian.
After five full seconds.
"My database records every life in the world, including the most beautiful and sexy psychiatrist in the universe. Maybe I can wake her up and let her talk to you."
Don't know why either.
Actually, even a computer thinks Ian has a mental illness.
"Can she give me some medicine?"
Ian spoke curiously.
In fact, he was not moved because he knew that taking drugs here would not achieve the effect he wanted.
"No, but I swear, she really..." Digital Tony didn't understand Ian's inner thoughts. He also felt that he could understand the psychology of men very well.
However.
"Sorry, no, thank you, I have two of them myself." Ian's decisive interruption and direct rejection surprised the computer that carries Iron Man's memory and thinking.
"..."
Digital Tony wants to pat my forehead.
What a pity.
He no longer has a forehead.
"Roar!"
Just at this time.
A deafening roar came from deep inside the base, causing the entire underground space to tremble. The alarm sounded instantly and the red emergency lights flashed crazily.