Marvel: I am the leader of the mutant race

Chapter 9 Unless I Die

Yuri was woken up by a phone call from the decoration company, and the door was opened at [-]:[-] a.m., but he slept until [-]:[-] a.m.

"We've been waiting here for half an hour!"

"Does that mean you're half an hour late?"

The two parties looked at each other and unanimously chose to skip the topic of "Who is late?"

He helped carry the ordered shelves and sofas and coffee tables into the house, and directed these fat black men to place them in the correct positions.

It is indeed difficult for black people to find jobs in the United States. If they are smuggled over from Mexico, it will be even more difficult. White people basically do not do hard work like porters, which requires effort.

After swiping the card to pay the balance, the black uncles got into the truck and walked away with a "sneak" sound.

Yuri said hello to the old man who was sunbathing in the bookstore next door, and heard the old man ask enthusiastically: "Hey! Young man, have you decided on a business? Don't really compete with an old man like me for business."

"Don't worry, old sir."

Yuri walked up to the old man and pointed to the shelves in the glass display window: "I plan to open a handicraft store and sell some gadgets I made myself."

The old man glanced at Yuri's three-story building and was quite dissatisfied that the other party had blocked the sunlight shining on his face: "Young man, you'd better go back and clean up the house. It's better to do a time-wasting task like sunbathing." Let the old man do it."

"Yuri."

Yuri turned around and extended his hand to the old man: "It's a great honor to be your neighbor."

"Rodgers."

The old man took Yuri's hand and shook it happily: "The noise you made last night was quite big. It disturbed me so much that I almost fell asleep."

Yuri expressed his apology again and again, and only after he was absolutely sure that such a thing would never happen again, did the old man grumble and express his forgiveness.

After inviting the gray-haired old man to have breakfast at the cafe next door, Yuri returned to his three-story building.

There are more pedestrians on the street now. The honking of bicycles, motorcycles, and cars are mixed with the voices of passers-by. All kinds of noises are like a pervasive flood passing through the defense line of the glass door.

"Soundproof!"

“Must be soundproofed!”

I called Mark casually, but the person who answered the phone was a woman with a soft voice. This unlucky kid was just like the old man next door. He didn't sleep last night, but the old man received the noise, and Mark made the noise...

"Did you find a place to sleep last night?"

Mark opened his mouth to mock mercilessly.

"Found it, on your mother's bed."

After a few waffling words, Yuri quickly changed the topic to the right track: "Help me get some materials, of any type and quantity, and send them to my new home tonight."

Mark took the pen handed over by the woman and wrote the address Yuri said on her butt: "OK, no problem. Do you want anything else besides these?"

"I have all the guns and ammunition you need. I can also get you rocket launchers and grenades. If you want, you can become a gun shop owner!"

"NO! NO! NO!"

Yuri shook his index finger crazily over the phone: What a bullshit gun shop owner. I am a college student from MIT. Only after a dog ate his brain did he choose to be a gun shop owner.After emphasizing that Mark should not bring some weird things, Yuri hung up the phone decisively, waved his hand to disassemble several shelves into parts, and controlled them to be embedded in the wall at the appropriate position.

Fastos's fortress hut uses the principle of energy shield. This thing cannot be made with his current level of ability, but it is still easy to install some vibration isolation devices.

The creations of the Eternals will be attached with magical patterns, which allows them to absorb free energy independently to maintain normal function even if they are out of the control of their creators.

After a slight tremor, the entire first floor fell into deathly silence. Except for Yuri's own breathing, no other sound could be heard.

After several fine adjustments, the sound reached the most comfortable decibel level. Yuri clapped his hands with satisfaction, smiled and said:
"NICE!"

……

"So, this is a device that can theoretically resist mind control, mind interference, etc., right?"

Tony picked up a palm-sized "chip" from the experimental bench with his fingers. After squinting at the shadowless lamp on the ceiling, he handed it to the mechanical arm "Xiaodai" on the side with satisfaction: "Jia Weiss, design a suitable hat for it. After the show in the evening, I will take Yuri, which it will hate, to see if this cute little guy is as useful as expected."

"Observe sir."

In less than a second, Jarvis projected a dozen hat panoramas of different shapes into the air in front of Tony: "Sir, I don't recommend that you go there in person. After probability calculation, the safest way is It was you who sent someone to conduct the experiment.”

"Your suggestion is correct, but I don't accept it."

Tony quickly selected a gentleman's hat that was retro in style but still looked cool. He waved his hand and shattered the projection in front of him: "That's it. Let me see what my little brother Yuri can do without his superpowers." What can you do..."

"drop!"

The door was opened, and Obaday walked in with a thick, black Cuban cigar between his arms. The villain had genuine concern on his face.

He walked a few steps quickly, hugged Tony and asked with concern: "Oh~ My good nephew, I heard that you didn't sleep all night last night? Let me guess, you must have invented some new weapon, right? ?”

"Haha, good morning."

Tony waved his hand to close the experimental table and changed the subject while laughing: "Believe me, I spent the whole night brewing, and tonight's press conference will definitely bring you a big surprise!"

Obaday laughed exaggeratedly and took the burger handed by the bodyguard with his cigar in his hand: "Thank you so much, Tony. I knew you hadn't eaten yet, so I bought you your favorite cheeseburger. ... Come and taste it.”

Tony took it with a smile and got rid of Obaday's embrace.He opened the package and took a big bite, chewed it a few times and said vaguely: "Uncle Obaday, you haven't really understood me after all these years. My favorite thing to eat is the cheeseburger bought from the food truck downstairs. , not a cheeseburger you get from a fast food restaurant..."

"Oh…"

Obaday's steps paused, and he turned his head to look at the profile of Tony who was one step ahead, as if he wanted to see something new from this face that he had seen for more than twenty years.

"People change, Tony."

"Perhaps when did you suddenly fall in love with cheeseburgers from fast food restaurants?"

Tony turned to face Obaday and walked backwards: "It's impossible!"

"There's only one way this could happen if all the cheeseburger food trucks in the world don't disappear."

"That means I'm dead!"

……

(End of this chapter)