Chapter 265 Banquet Goddess (Second update! Please recommend tickets!)

Agent Hill never expected that, as the culprit who injured Happy, Killian would appear in Stark Tower at this time. Prior to this, the incident about the terrorists hijacking the TV signal and the President's speech had already been rampant. If it wasn't for the fact that the military refused the help of S.H.I.E.L.D. Ray should be in the White House right now, not Tricurve headquarters.

However, it is impossible for S.H.I.E.L.D. to allow this kind of thing to continue to happen. Although S.H.I.E.L.D. has evidence that Killian is related to the Extremis virus, it doesn't mean anything, because this project has been funded by the military, and investigating this project means going against the military. S.H.I.E.L.D. cannot do this kind of thing. Nick Fury is not stupid enough to cause trouble for himself. He has other things to do and has no time to attend the hearing.

Agent Maria Hill didn’t talk too much to Miss Pepper Potts, after all, some things are inconvenient to tell, and SHIELD couldn’t explain how they knew about the Extremis virus—these are all spies Behavior cannot be discussed on the table. Although Miss Potts wanted to agree to the protection invitation of S.H.I.E.L.D., Tony Stark seemed to be in a state of being stubborn. Although he sought help in private, he always thought that he could solve these things with wisdom Son. As a psychologically fragile modern person, the impact of the Battle of New York on Stark is not that simple. That kind of blow beyond recognition has cast a shadow on the psychology of many people, even Stark, who is a billionaire. Ke is no exception.

According to NYPD statistics, after the Battle of New York, the crime rate in New York City increased even more than the unemployment rate. The black market for alien weapons trade has just emerged, and all the gangs in New York are involved. Drug sales have skyrocketed. Type drugs are also proliferating rapidly.

They also found a homeless man. This homeless man was originally a standard urban white-collar worker. He got married, had a child, got a car loan and a house loan, and worked diligently and overtime every day. He left his job after the Battle of New York, leaving his loved ones to think he was dead. When the NYPD found him, he hadn't shaved his beard for months. At that time, he was smoking a big cigarette butt, drinking with a group of homeless people, and said nothing to go back.

"What's the use of work!" he said. "Anyway, we're all going to die when the aliens come. As for the Avengers... I say, they shouldn't be saving the world. How could the world be worse? What? Look at me, if I'm still alive, I'll have to drag my burden to work until I die, as long as I lose my job, the family will be finished... hiccup... so... hiccup...death compensation is better, at least My wife can still receive it for several years."

The police also found a copy of "Legend of King Arthur" on him, which was tattered, and it is not known where he found it. "This is more reliable, more reliable than the National Guard. I saw King Arthur, and I was in the office building at the time." The homeless said drunkenly, "I always feel that I can't keep up with the times, but in this I finally have something familiar in times. My daughter loves this story and so do I...my grandma told me she was a British immigrant and I told my daughter this story...I Also know some other things, such as fairies of the lake, such as Irish leprechauns... The world is changing too fast, people need retro, need jazz, need coke with cocaine, need to go back to the colonial state of the 17th century, use religion To fill the void in my heart..."

This is the common anxiety in the hearts of Americans after the Battle of New York. Stark’s way to fight this anxiety is not to take drugs or party endlessly, but to study his steel armor. Only stronger armor can fight against it. This inescapable fear. Therefore, he is unwilling to admit defeat. As long as he admits defeat, it means that he has lost to terrorists. His steel armor cannot defend against aliens, and that anxiety will return.

So he refused any help he came to, and even after Salomon returned to the main material plane, he was unwilling to tell the mystic about it.

"Salomon, wake up!" The mystic suddenly widened his eyes. This was at the art salon held by Athena. Even though the surrounding environment was a bit noisy, it still couldn't stop him from dozing off from the beginning of the salon. It wasn't until Athena quietly twisted his ears that he woke up.

Seeing tears welling up in Salomon's eyes, Athena let go of her hand. "Today is the day to celebrate the success of Vanessa's art exhibition." Athena held a champagne glass in her hand and lowered her voice, "Regardless of whether those paintings can be sold or not, you have to show that you have a promising future .Do you understand when I say that?"

"Why me." Salomon wailed, rubbed his ears, and then yawned quietly. "Can't Lorna do it too?" he said. "Little Lorna is so cute, and she looks great in a dress. I have classes to go, and I only sleep three hours a day now."

"Because I am your mother, you are my son, and you are my pride." Athena avoided talking about Lorna. I don't know what happened, but little Lorna suddenly entered the rebellious period, and was crazy about pop culture. Although she didn't stay out at night like those girls in the school, the appearance of not listening to anyone was very troublesome. Bringing Lorna to this contrived occasion is no less than dropping a bomb here .

Salomon yawned again, and he let Athena reach out to adjust his clothes and tie, and then accepted his adoptive mother's kiss. "To be honest, I don't like this kind of occasion either." He narrowed his eyes, like a lazy cat, "I prefer the way you wear armor and hold a spear. I think that suits you better. Can't add color to your splendor, but armor can, most beautiful goddess on Olympus."

"No matter how nice you say it, it won't reduce your martial arts training time. Now, stand up, go say hello to those artists, and then show them your new works." Although the wise goddess of war didn't care about the praise, she Her expression betrayed her thoughts.

"Excuse me, do you still have Circe's potion? I want to put the potion in the drink-it is always pleasant to face a group of stupid pigs, but not so much when facing a group of vain pigs with human appearance. Simply, these stupid pigs also demand that the salmon listen to jazz when it is smoked." The mystic said, "I have never seen such a stupid person. My sculptures are very classical gods, you Think they can understand?"

"I wouldn't be so stupid as to mess with a lovelorn woman just to keep you out of social situations."

"Hasn't Circe recovered from the broken love? It's been more than two thousand years! Odysseus is such a bad man."

"Don't be jealous, now my favor belongs to you, Salomon." Athena smiled and dragged the mystic to a group of artists, she said in a low voice, "Hecate is on the earth, next time I go to her early and ask Ask her if there is any potion that will make you escape the banquet."

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