"At 21:00 on the evening of August 1, an unprecedented explosion occurred in Wayne Tower in the center of Gotham, paralyzing the road center."
"The Dark Knight named Batman is widely recognized by citizens. Director Gordon claimed in the revelation that he provided the molecular formula for cracking the chemical agent. The identity of this person is currently unknown."
"On August 2, the victory team of the special investigation team of the Earth Peace Alliance TPC located at the headquarters of the East Pacific Island intercepted an unidentified meteorite this morning..."
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded behind Tony Stark:
"Your recovery is quicker than I expected, Mr. Stark."
Stark turned around and looked, staring at him with a pair of light blue pupils, deep and clear.
What came into view was a man dressed in pure white casual clothes, sitting on a black solid wood chair with an upright back, slowly pouring a glass of sherry.
It was a mixed-race man who looked like he had just graduated from high school.
The dark hair gives people an indescribable cleanliness, and the angular facial features outline the outline of the yellow skin on the cheeks.
The brow bone is slightly protruding, the eye sockets are deep, the lip peaks are distinct, and the nose bridge is high. These are obvious characteristics of a mixed Chinese and Western race.
The man had neatly combed hair and was leaning back on the chair comfortably. His slightly rolled up cuffs revealed the muscles on his arms, which were oddly symmetrical.
Generally speaking, it is impossible for such high-density muscles to be the same size and shape as a normal human arm.
Opposite him, a luxurious table was filled with a dazzling array of dishes, steaming hot and fragrant.
Whole turkey, Australian dragon, burgers, fried rice, stir-fried vegetables, foie gras, steak, grilled meat...
Mainly Chinese dishes, paired with snacks from all over the world, are spread out on a table ten meters long and three meters wide.
It is unimaginable that only one person is eating these luxurious set meals that are enough for forty people.
"I thought you would wake up at night. After all, the dosage of medicine was adjusted to the lowest power."
After saying that, Carrot El calmly cut off a piece of steak, put it in his mouth, and looked at him without any emotion.
With just one glance, he saw everything about him completely, even the hundreds of shrapnel adsorbed in his body.
"Who are you??"
Tony Stark looked at his young appearance, but his vigilance did not relax at all.
"My name is Carrot Eyre and I'm from Kansas."
Slowly putting down the wine glass, Carrot El turned around expressionlessly, looking at Stark with clear eyes who was almost in a state of embarrassment.
He thought that when the little boy who fell on the farm in Kansas ten years ago was in school, he was like Stark now...
He carefully observed everything, and looked up at all the creatures that appeared in front of him with vigilance and vigilance.
At that time, he was still very weak. He stood on the haystack of the farm, looked up at the starry sky, and slowly stretched out his hand, feeling that he was far away from the Milky Way.
Once upon a time, those stars were so bright, just like when he listened to the teacher in class, the greatest scientist of the last century, Howard Stark, and his playboy son...
All things in the world, the stars and the sea, which once could only be looked up to and guarded against, are now within easy reach and can be destroyed with the flip of a palm.
And the character who once appeared in textbooks and had to be memorized...maybe he will never be able to touch the corners of his clothes in his lifetime.
"Who are you?"
"Where is this?"
"Why am I here?"
"And can I have a bite of that delicious-looking burger?"
Tony Stark saw the man staring at him for a long time. After feeling no obvious malice, he swallowed impatiently and ran to the table.
Glancing out of the corner of his eye, Tony Stark saw that Carrot had no intention of stopping him.
He immediately grabbed the burger, stuffed it into his mouth hungrily, and chewed greedily:
"Oh my God, this is so delicious. Even better than the one in the Stark Tower neighborhood!"
The feeling of food teased every nerve of the taste buds. Stark closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of solidity, which made him sit on the ground extremely relaxed.
He is now a starving ghost wandering in the desert. Finally, when he is about to starve to death, he has a gluttonous feast!
This kind of pleasure is unimaginable to those who have never been hungry.
Sitting across the table, Carrot El's movements looked very elegant compared to the world's richest man who had been hungry for months without having a decent meal.
He enjoyed the food leisurely, and the lunch for thirty people at this table was barely enough to satisfy him.
He can understand the feeling of starvation, and he also knows the feeling of starving to death.
If the sun hadn't replenished his energy, he would have eaten up the poor farm family and starved to death.
Facing Stark's swallowing action at all costs, Carrot Al was afraid that he would choke to death, so he picked up the wine glass, poured Tony a glass of wine, and said calmly:
"You can call me Al. As for my identity, it was just shown on TV."
"But now you have another identity as your savior."
Tony Stark took a big gulp of a drink and finally came back to life:
"Thank you. I'll remember it. Just for this burger. No matter who you are, I owe you once."
"Wait, you are a CEO at such a young age? Shouldn't you go to college?"
"Universal Capsule Company? What is that? A newly established company??"
Carrot El picked up a roast chicken and stuffed it into his mouth three times, then continued stuffing steak into his mouth, drank a glass of wine to moisten his throat, and then wiped his hands:
“I already got my third PhD two years ago.”
A burger was eaten quickly. Tony Star had no seat and could only sit on the ground casually. But for him at this moment, as long as he had something to eat and drink, nothing else mattered:
"For such a young doctor, you are amazing."
"Of course, compared with the great Stark, he is still far behind."
Obviously, Stark, who finally escaped and ascended to heaven, was in an extremely happy mood. This ecstasy of seeing the light of day even washed away the tears caused by the death of his friend:
"By the way, did you just say the lowest power?"
"Does it mean the fish tank-like machine? What's the principle? Is it the chemical reaction produced in the drug machine?"
"I'm willing to pay $300 million to buy the formula!"
Carrot El smiled calmly: "I don't lack your 300 million US dollars, and strictly speaking, Mr. Stark, you are a dead person now..."
"Except for purchasing a cemetery for yourself and holding a funeral, you are no longer qualified to transfer the Stark family's property."
