Transformers In Marvel

Chapter 6 they

Everyone was stunned, Coleson still smiled, and Downey looked at Optimus Prime thoughtfully.

“Optimus Prime? Is this his name?” Coleson smiled, making people feel like spring breeze, without a trace, breaking the awkward atmosphere of fascination.

“This is the name I gave him. It represents justice and responsibility. I hope he is the hope and belief in my heart that will never fail.” Downey said, the tingling in his brain became stronger.

The fire in his mind is slightly brighter, but it is not the same as the intensity at the time of awakening

Downey tried to mobilize the parts of other parts of Optimus Prime, but after the fire passed through, all the substances that he came into contact with clearly told him that using this poor metal forcibly armed the complete Optimus Prime, the final result was a crash, like Lost the rent of the steel bar, it was vulnerable.

Downey’s fire gave him an amazing insight and intuition for manufacturing and modifying Optimus Prime, allowing him to make changes in Optimus Prime in the shortest possible time.

This is an unprecedented ability, but wherever the fire energy is soaked, all metals seem to be transparent, and he can understand all the characteristics of this to the greatest extent and use them.

But it is currently limited to Optimus Prime. This small truck that has been with him day and night can make changes smoothly. The specific principle remains to be further experimented.

Fight against hatred, this ability has already entered the eyes of the caring people. A new-born suspected fourth-level mutant has attracted countless attentions, not to mention this miraculous ability. It is difficult to analyze the principle. I don’t know how many people are coveted and curious, and want to learn more about this ability.

“It seems that he has a special meaning to you. Is it convenient to tell me?”

“There’s nothing bad to say.” Downey walked over, slapped Optimus Prime’s metal body, and slowly said: “Our family of three rely on him to transport goods, earn shipping fees, and maintain the family’s life… ”

Downey told him that their family’s life is not very good, and they don’t have a very good level of craftsmanship. It is difficult to live in New York, where the consumption level is extremely high. They were proud of being able to pay the down payment for a house in New York, and then they saved money and bought a Changan Star card truck for transportation. Because of the small tonnage, not many goods can be shipped, so we can only make money by more transportation.

Life is not wealthy, but the victory lies in the warmth, the family is healthy and disease-free, and the life is plain and peaceful. What worries about every day is how much more money can be made by shipping goods, and more savings, and then some maintenance for the hero of the family-the small truck. Use better gasoline.

My parents drove a minivan around every day. When Downey wasn’t going to school, he would also help out. Sometimes, meals and lodging were in the minivan. This old, hard-working and weather-beaten truck is an important member of their family, and everyone cherishes him.

Downey said, smiling.

“But now there is nothing left.” Downey said, his nails pierced deeply into the flesh and blood, bleeding stains. He is not only talking about the experience in this life, but also the experience in the previous life.

So he felt pain, resentment, and hate why he was incompetent.

“I’m sorry, but please be sorry, after all, you and this car carry their beliefs, don’t they?”

Coleson called for someone, handed him a black suit and motioned him to put it on.

Downey looked at the suit, the size was right, they had specially prepared it for him. Black represents solemnity, but also a kind of silent sorrow. The crying needs silence.

Downey asked him about the whereabouts of Hulk.

Coleson was silent for a while before answering in consideration of his vocabulary. They had also been trying to monitor the monster’s footprint, but the Hulk was moving so fast that they chased him and lost it.

“I won’t go to it to settle accounts now, what are you hiding? I am not Hulk’s opponent, and I am not stupid.”

Coleson smiled more happily, and guided inwardly: “Mr. Downey, Hulk has a very high level of information. I have no right to disclose it to outsiders. Please forgive me. It is the instinct of us agents to keep it secret.”

Downey understood Coleson’s potential meaning in an instant, and his face was expressionless, thinking that he should talk about this kind of issue in the future. He does not have the idea of ​​joining an official agency now, but he will seriously consider it.

Downey couldn’t believe the people of S.H.I.E.L.D., at least now. No one can guarantee that he is silly, harp and send it to the door, how the Hydra gang of delusional lunatics will concoct him, such as Downey No. 1 transforming people, Downey No. 2 transforming people and so on.

The essence of life is a rare mutant at level four! They are indifferent when they are stupid.

“Mr. Downey, many people are staring at you. You are dangerous now.”

Coelson didn’t give up, he wanted to continue to persuade him. He has the psychological evaluation report of the SHIELD expert team and the psychological model established for Downey. In addition to the series of contacts just now, Coleson asked himself if he knew more about Downey. This is a serious talk. People talking.

This is going to be replaced by Dr. Banner, who has long been staring at him suspiciously, and then turned into a Hulk…

Downey was a little bit funny. He pointed to the sky and said, “I believe Professor X will never give up on me. Maybe all of our conversations and behaviors are staring at him, for fear that you will be against me. .”

“To be honest, although you saved me, I am very grateful, but I prefer to trust Professor X rather than official institutions like you.” Downey said.

Coleson smiled awkwardly.

Professor X’s character and his love for other people are no secret.

Downey promised that if their organization encounters trouble in the future, they can come to him, and he will repay this kindness.

Coleson smiled happily, and he had a higher view of Downey in his heart. Combined with the evaluation of psychologists, he had more self-confidence.

How big is the grace of life-saving and the grace of wiping the ass? How can it be paid off? Coulson was very proud. They had already caught half of this mutant who was now suspected of being Level 3 and Level 4 in essence.

Downey laughed too, unsure? It doesn’t exist. If you have a little understanding of this universe, you know that the crotch of S.H.I.E.L.D. is covered with mud. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com doesn’t even want to jump out of the quagmire.

In the future of this universe, there are countless fierce enemies roaming in the starry sky, and countless **** battles, causing heroes to bleed, tears into the sky, and countless disaster-level variables.

If Downey is unable to develop his abilities, even unable to regain his strength, and unable to reignite the fire, he has always been a pseudo-4th level, and can only be regarded as an elite soldier, qualified to become a high-level cannon fodder.

Either die and disappear, or greet countless **** battles, face the difficulties, and break out a broad road, covered in blood.

It’s not difficult to pay back this kindness.

“Where are they?” Downey asked, his voice trembling.

People can clearly perceive the panic in Downey’s heart. He has a demon in his heart. He is afraid to face everything that is true, and even longs that this is just a dream of Nanke, and he is still happy when he wakes up.

Coleson lowered his voice appropriately and said softly: “I still think about when you will endure… Compared to this cruel world, you are more afraid of facing them. Don’t worry, I have arranged for someone to treat your parents His body was put in the coffin, and his body is well preserved.”

Downey thanked him softly, and under Coleson’s personal guidance, headed to the nearby cemetery.

“Are there any motorcycles?” Downey asked.

“Motorbike? I can take you there, you know, my car rarely takes others, I treat her like a wife.”

“Then I would rather ride a motorcycle by myself…I will ride the motorcycle by myself and bury them myself.” Downey said softly.

“If you insist.” Coleson shrugged and said indifferently.

The voice faded away, and Optimus Prime reassembled into a tattered pickup truck, quietly there in a daze, waiting patiently for his creator to return.