In a bedroom with a bright desk lamp.
After hanging up the phone, Ian was still thoughtful.
"Experimental physicist... I have to find a way to defraud him and his friends, no, to lure him over to become my Pal." Ian dug into his pants pocket.
He took out a thumb-sized Micro Reactor. This was once the device that supplied energy to the assembled corpse Homelander. It must be able to be widely used in many fields.
"I will have to ask Omnissiah Tony again next time to print some complete design drawings of inventions in this area for me. I hope he will like Jordan's collection of magazines."
Ian also knows the concept of reciprocity. He has maintained personal connections, and his second brother has better physical and mental health. How can this not be considered a win-win situation?
"Dong dong dong~"
Sometimes people just can't bear to talk about it.
"Ian."
The call of Jordan came from outside the door, and there was a knock on the door.
"The door is unlocked."
Ian responded.
So.
The sound of the door opening sounded.
Nothing more.
Jordan still failed to enter the room successfully.
"What's going on with this cabinet? I know you may have found some new toys, but you don't need to be so careful..." Jordan moved the cabinet with all his strength while trying to judge others.
"It and the door lock were both a huge gamble of mine. Obviously, I won the bet, but I didn't completely win." Ian turned over Micro Reactor, which was not heavy, in his hand.
"What are they all about?"
Jordan does not understand what Ian said and is confused.
"Let's not talk about it anymore. Anyway, I won. You came to me so late, maybe you are thinking about some of my toys, right?" Ian looked at his second brother with a vigilant expression.
"..."
Jordan's expression was a little embarrassed.
"Of course not!"
He hesitated for a long time, and finally he just said hesitantly, "Can you lend me some money? I have some... unspeakable things that I may need to see a doctor."
If you don't say anything shocking, you will die.
Ian's eyes almost popped out of his head.
"Did you buy a second-hand treasure?"
It was really hard for him to imagine that such items were still circulating in the second-hand market.
"What? No! Of course not!"
Jordan's whole face turned red.
"My eyes just feel uncomfortable!" He began to try hard to defend himself, "When I was in the dormitory just now, I... what I was doing didn't really matter."
"The important thing is that there may be something wrong with my eyes. Sometimes they become red. Like ten minutes ago, when I was busy, I saw in the mirror that my eyes were red again."
Jordan is really embarrassed as he tries to cover up his appearance.
"Huh?"
Ian noticed something was wrong.
Jordan Zeen was still worried, his voice full of apocalyptic despair, "I checked online, and my symptoms, at the very least, are definitely a cancer that has just started but not gone."
His words were full of tears, not like he was acting. Perhaps because he didn't know how to tell his parents what had happened, this high school boy chose to ask for help from the richest man in the family.
"..."
This time Ian was really silenced.
The room was extremely quiet.
I can only fully feel that after Kryptonian flew into the bedroom, he was full of sorrow for the world in the sage's time. Ian really couldn't stand the pitiful gaze of his second brother.
"Click~"
He opened his drawer and pulled out an iron box with Dragon Smaug painted on it. Dragon was very reasonable in guarding wealth. Of course, what was inside was full of Ian's hard work.
"One, two, three, four, five..." Ian counted out a thousand dollars and handed it to his second brother, who was still desperate in front of him, "No need to pay it back, this is the salary I paid you in advance."
The young man's tone was firm.
"Remuneration?"
The second brother Jordan was very confused.
"My comic will definitely be adapted into a movie, and if you don't play the absolute protagonist, I will definitely not sell the copyright." Ian admired his second brother from the bottom of his heart. If he didn't have time, he would write a book about anything "The adolescent Kryptonian brother will not write out a diagnosis of super powers".
"Ah? Acting?"
Jordan's expression became more and more confused.
"I haven't studied it. Besides, aren't you just writing novels?" His knowledge of Ian has obviously not kept up with the latest versions, but Ian doesn't intend to blame him.
"You have to keep up with the times, bro."
Ian slapped the thousand-dollar knife heavily into the second brother's hand.
Money has a temperature.
"Thank you, Ian, you have always been the superhero in our family." Jordan was so moved that he even quoted Ian's mantra.
"Yes, yes! That's it. I believe you can do it if you act as you are!" Ian became more and more optimistic about his brother, and he finally understood why he was so good at drawing Homelander.
"Um..."
Jordan was still puzzled, but he did not ask further questions. He just scratched his head and said solemnly, "If I die of illness, all the treasures in my room will belong to you."
This looks very much like he is explaining his funeral affairs, his eyes are full of reluctance to leave this world.
"Don't worry, after you die, I promise that all your collections and information will be posted online." Ian patted his chest and promised Jordan solemnly.
"????"
Jordan's whole body stiffened instantly.
"Didn't you promise not to put me on the internet?"
He suspected that he had heard wrongly.
However.
"We must go online. We are brothers. Even in the end, I have to take a gamble that you might fake your body because of this." Ian still remembers his father's "resurrection from the dead" when he was young.
As long as the situation is urgent enough.
Kryptonian can still fake corpses even if you don't guarantee it.
It seems that such rigorous logic is not understood by Jordan.
"Well... Anyway, thank you. If I am lucky enough to survive and be cured, I will definitely go out to wash cars and earn money to pay you back." Jordan solemnly made a promise.
"Remuneration! This is the salary I give you!"
Ian But he doesn't want his second brother to give him back Franklin.
He doesn't lack this.
Of course.
Seeing Jordan walking towards the door, Ian felt that he should be on guard, "By the way, Jordan, this money cannot be used for illegal funding activities."
"Our family only spreads positive energy, there is no Mei energy or Ai energy. I will ask Miss Susan, Aunt Mary, Aunt Lisa and Grandma Grace."
Ian pointed out four new illegal workers near home recently.
"????"
Jordan staggered when he heard this and almost hit the door frame.
"No, you... the police can't investigate as clearly as you, right?" He turned back to look at his youngest brother, his face full of brotherly suspicion that only appeared on the eight o'clock TV series.
Obviously.
He used himself to save others again.
Ian is of course impossible to do such illegal activities.
"Please, we live in Metropolis. The police only have to worry about whether the pension is high enough, but as ordinary citizens, we have too many things to consider."
Ian spoke righteously and confidently, and said with emotion, "If you can't even figure out the situation near your home, then you won't know how to escape when a big incident happens."
"Don't mention how fast he will die." Once upon a time, Ian didn't sleep as peacefully as he does now. Such a habit can definitely be regarded as his basic security guarantee.
"..."
Jordan also doesn't know how to respond.
"May God bless you, my brother..." He could only wish in his heart that Ian's mental illness would recover soon, and he turned back three times and left full of reluctance and worry.
The door is closed.
"My stupid brother! God is busy. Father God bless you. This is the truly cost-effective faith." Ian put the reactor he was playing with aside.
He recalled a little bit about the origin of Sentry.
So.
Then he started writing vigorously again.
This time it was really serious. He probably still remembered the origin of Sentry's story. He was thinking about Ian who was Sentry's ability. It seemed that he was destined to stay up all night tonight.
"Comfort is reserved for Deadman! Open your liver!"
Ian painted very enthusiastically.
Time passes minute by minute.
Hard work sometimes seems to yield unexpected rewards.
[Writer lv1 [1/10]]
There are no prerequisite tasks.
There was no warning.
A new profession appeared quietly on the panel of Ian. The image of Sentry appeared on the paper, as if there was a glimmer of light, and it was quietly crawling to the next blank page of paper.
Maybe.
At this time, the young man himself could not predict that the history that had been destroyed and forgotten would one day quietly revive in the blur of his pen and ink.
Get a new life.