People in Marvel: I am a super native of the motherland

Chapter 52 A small plan for future combat power
In the house, John and Rodriguez only talked for a while before the other party left on his own.

But before leaving, he left a special mobile phone behind, saying that if anything happened, he could call them through this mobile phone. All the phone numbers of the entire upper class of American political circles were on it.

"It's a pretty good feeling."

The corners of John's mouth curled up, and he felt a little happy when he heard the cheers outside the window.

At this time, the cell phone Rodriguez had just left for him immediately rang. John took it out and saw that it contained an unfamiliar phone number that was not included in the contact list.

'who?Tony?This is not his phone number either. '

John picked up the phone casually, and an old man's voice with a humble tone came from the phone: "Hello, are you from the motherland? I am the current principal of Zhongcheng High School. You can just call me Wright."

"Oh, Principal Wright? What's the matter with you?" John asked curiously.

"It's about your studies. The government knows that because you are fighting criminals, you may not have time to take care of your studies. For your contribution to the United States, if you want, you can choose to go to any university directly after graduating from high school."

"Of course, during the period of admission, you don't have to worry about going to school at all. If you want, you can even skip coming, or you can selectively come to school to attend a few classes. You are always welcome at Zhongcheng High School." Principal Wright said in an extremely respectful tone.

"That's great. In fact, I've always been hesitant about balancing studies and career. This helped me a lot." Hearing that he didn't have to attend class, John was in a good mood. Then he thought of something and asked: "Principal, I want to ask a question. .”

"You say, you say."

"Do you know these two doctors, Otto Gunther Octavius ​​and Hank Pym?" John asked: "I have always been curious about these two and wanted to chat."

"I have heard about these two. If you want to get to know each other, find a time and I can definitely ask them out for you." Wright said confidently.

Before making this call, the US government had said that it would meet all John's proposals.

Even if you can't make an appointment yourself, then let the US government come forward to make an appointment with these two doctors. If the government comes forward, won't it be easy to get them?

"Okay, I'll give it to the principal." John smiled and hung up the phone, looking at the sun in the sky through the roof.

To be honest, he has always been very curious. Superman's ability to become stronger comes from the light of the yellow sun. Is there an energy source that can replace the light of the sun to power him?

After all, in scientific terms, the sun is nothing more than a product of nuclear fusion.

That direct artificial simulation allows the nuclei of small-mass atoms to polymerize with each other under high temperature and pressure to generate new nuclei with heavier mass, a nuclear reaction accompanied by the release of huge energy.

In addition to not being large enough, isn't this just a small sun?So why do you say Superman can't absorb it?
Before this, he had also touched the reactor on Tony Stark's chest, but even if he held it in his hand, he couldn't feel any feeling of absorbing energy.

Obviously Tony Stark's fantasy cold fusion black technology is not suitable for him.

If his pursuit was a little lower, he would like to try whether the unstable artificial sun in Otto's hand would be helpful to him.

If it succeeds by then, with Pym particles, the tens of trillions of cells in the body can be filled with a sun in each one. By then, golden supermen, thinking supermen, and one-punch five-dimensional supermen will be just a thing of the past.

After all, the Golden Superman only stayed in the sun for 5000 years before reaching the fifth-dimensional realm.

And when the time comes, with the efficiency of tens of trillions of suns in the body, it will be able to catch up with the level of the golden Superman of more than 8 years in less than a second, and then he will barely be able to gain a foothold in Marvel.This improved efficiency is no better than the self-distorting evil path of Kemp's bracelet that has been circulated on the Internet for a long time and is combined with the inner demon and dream-breaking knife.

To exaggerate a little more, there is a sun inside every particle, and you can directly step on your left foot and right foot to reach the sky.

At that time, whatever system is the strongest superman, he will be the strongest superman, no matter what system he needs.

After thinking about this, John looked through the roof and looked at the shining sun in the sky. He stretched out his hand and held it, all in silence.

Of course, the idea is very beautiful, but the reality is very skinny. All of the above are just John's plans for the future.

After all, if Otto's artificial sun cannot bring him improvement by then, he can only try to use Pym particles to eat stars directly.

It's just that the physical fitness required to turn the body into a Dyson sphere to eat stars and eat artificial suns is too big.

The former must at least reach the level of blowing out stars with frozen breath. Who knows how many progress bars need to be filled to reach this stage, and it will take at least a few years to achieve the prerequisites.

"You still have to eat your food one bite at a time." John sighed, then opened the window, smiled and greeted the cheering crowd, and then soared into the sky.

Arriving in the clouds, the surroundings were silent. John's super vision and super hearing were fully activated, and he quickly rushed in a certain direction.

……

In a single-family house in Manhattan in the center of New York City, Tony Stark was lying on the sofa and frowning as he looked through the information that Jarvis had searched for him.

There was also ointment used to reduce swelling on the back of his head.

After a long moment, he sighed deeply, with a trace of unconcealable disappointment in his eyes.

"boom!"

There was an explosion, and John, wearing a suit, rushed in and stood upright in front of him, making Stark jump from the sofa in fright.

"What are you doing here again?" After recognizing John's identity, Stark mocked angrily: "If you don't want to be your American hero, why would you come here to find my little Iron Man?"

"Do you want to kill me like other criminals?" Tony said full of resentment.

"I just came here to borrow something." John smiled awkwardly.

"What are you borrowing, my head?" Tony finally couldn't hide his anger and said: "Do you know what you did last night? Oh my god! After you knocked me out, you just threw me on the ground outside the prison. I lay on the ground and blew the cold wind all night."

"I just got the case sheet. I have a slight concussion, a cold, and a stiff neck." Tony pointed at John and said angrily: "And you, you attacked the White House in style, threatened the president, and let me blow the cold wind alone in the wild!"

"That's it, why do you have the nerve to come to me to borrow something again?" Stark became angrier and more excited as he spoke, and in the end his finger directly poked John's chest, and his body could not suppress the trembling.

"Sorry." Looking at Stark, who was wrapped in a fur coat and had a runny nose while talking, John felt that he had indeed gone too far.

(End of this chapter)