Fantasy World Transmigration - 1072. Chapter 1072

Anthony Edward Stark returned to his ocean-view mansion drunkly. Holding two bottles of 25-year-old whiskey, he staggered open the door of his house, and fell to the sofa with his head. The little pepper appeared at the door of the living room, relying on Looking at him on the door frame.

“Friday!” Stark said vaguely: “Turn on the TV…”

“Antonio!” Pepper began to call Stark’s name: “You have the brain, you have money, and me! You have the identity of the Avengers and Iron Man, the dream of children, but now you are drinking here. Destroy your life with whiskey! Why on earth? What robs you of your courage?”

“Fuck… I don’t want to hear you yelling!” Stark whispered.

Little Pepper’s face was sad. She turned her head and didn’t want Tony to see the tears in her eyes. She whispered: “I am going to resign! Stark!”

Tony didn’t answer, he put his face under the sofa.

As an artificial intelligence, Friday was quietly and obediently next to him and did not dare to speak out.

Little Pepper finally despaired. She turned around and prepared to leave here. When she walked towards the door in high heels, Stark’s head buried under the sofa said vaguely inexplicable words: “We will all die! The whole thing! The world is dark…no hope!”

Little Pepper stopped, tears falling from her eyes, she looked back at Stark and said: “We will all die…but we still have hope! Only those who want to fall will give up hope!”

“You don’t understand what I saw… Pepper!” Stark seemed untouched.

“I have moved my things out!” Little Pepper said, “I think I need someone to wake up…you also need someone…to live with your whiskey! I don’t care anymore!”

Pepper slammed the door and left. Tony lifted his head from the sofa, got up and offered himself a glass of wine. He said to Friday: “Add ice cubes…Turn on the TV!”

The TV on the side of his mansion that took up the entire wall was turned on, and a mechanical hand took out ice cubes from the 5 refrigerator and put them into the wine glass. On Friday he hesitated and said: “Sir, your alcohol consumption today has exceeded the federal alcohol standard! ”

“Is it your turn to teach me?” Stark yelled.

The voice of the news broadcast came from the TV: “…It can be seen on the west coast. We got a report from folk astronomy enthusiasts. From 8 o’clock in the morning to 6 o’clock in the afternoon, we can all observe it with an astronomical telescope. A floating pyramid. It is reported that it rose from Egypt. Thousands of locals have witnessed the stepped pyramid separating a passage. This behemoth, which is nearly a kilometer high and hundreds of meters wide, flew out of it…”

“Before this, the entire western hemisphere could see the projection of the image of the eagle in the sky. This is the largest and most detailed ufo event in human history! Where did it come from? Is it an alien spacecraft lurking on Earth, or a super A masterpiece of ancient civilization? Is it a miracle built by the Egyptian pharaohs, or is it evidence of aliens in the history of the earth!”

“It’s a Cybertron!” A local named Sam vowed: “About 4000 years ago, 13 ancestors of Cybertron came to the earth and enslaved the local residents to build the pyramids. They made this underneath the pyramid. Machinery, and the key to this machinery is the energy matrix. Once the energy matrix is turned on, this floating pyramid will turn the sun into a source of fire and take it back to save their planet… This is an alien’s conspiracy!”

The beauty reporter continued to interview: “Then how did you hear about all this?”

Sam enthusiastically said: “When my grandfather was exploring the Antarctic, he once found Megatron, the leader of the Cybertronians, and engraved the knowledge of Cybertron in my grandfather’s glasses. One day…I put it on. Glasses… My Chevrolet will be deformed… Kakaku Kakaku… Transformers…”

There was a laugh from the locals in the background of the interview: “Come on! Sam, your grandpa is a shoemaker. He has never been to Antarctica.”

“Do you still believe that dream you had?”

“Madman Sam…Madman Sam, your family does not have a Chevrolet sports car, only a broken Ford pickup truck!”

“Why not, I picked it up from the trash with my own hands!” Sam argued.

The beauty reporter was embarrassed and embarrassed, complaining secretly in her heart, why did she interview a madman? The director quickly cut the scene back to the scene, and a dog-like expert explained: “We all know about the existence of aliens. From the battle of New York to the disaster of New York, ancient Egyptians and aliens The connection is a matter of course. In ancient Egypt, the image of the god worshipped by the locals may be derived from… the pharaoh claimed to be the son of the god, and they intermarried. Modern scientific research shows that the pharaoh’s genes are…”

Stark raised his hand to turn off the TV, and whispered: “Idiot…I would rather listen to the crazy words that the madman just said, at least it’s funny, those idiots will mention… aliens, aliens. People. But they don’t know that China is just next door to them, China…is a living alien country.”

“Aliens are your neighbors, just separated by the Pacific Ocean!”

Stark drunkly called up the information Steve asked him for. He familiarly selected a piece of kraft paper with a picture of a building exactly like the floating pyramid on the TV. Tony turned over the piece of kraft paper. Behind it are some seemingly useless graffiti and messy text.

Stark stared at the spear and shield on the graffiti for a long time. He suddenly stood up, went to the bathroom and poured some cold water on his face, and called Nick Fury: “Old one-eyed, I need Stie Information about the things my husband took away from you…I won’t exchange him for wine…”

After getting the promise, Stark sat on the sofa and read the information he was already very familiar with, waiting for the data sent from S.H.I. , Ask the Ministry of Defense for information about the floating pyramid.

He even called his old friend Crowe—”Hey! Isn’t this the head of our arms dealer, Iron Man?”

Crouching folded his legs on the desk, leaning on the chair, and said to Stark: “It’s rare to contact me! Noble?”

“Stop the gossip and relive the old days later!” Stark said straightforwardly: “I want Steve to tell me what happened to you, video, text, or you can tell me in person! Stark Industries will support you. Zhenjin Futures!”

“Don’t you care about the poor king?” Crowe laughed: “Your comrade-in-arms, Captain America is very supportive of him. He has brought us a lot of trouble!”

“No one will support a dictator…what age is it now. The people don’t need a king!” Stark said, “Send me the information…you know my mailbox!”

“Every arms dealer…” Crowe said, “You can forget the President’s mailbox, but you will never forget Stark’s mailbox… I will send it to you later!”