What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

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Ian nodded in agreement.

Why are you nodding?

A rare hint of confusion crept into Digital Tony's electronic voice.

He had always struggled to decipher Ian's thought process, especially after Ian spoke, which made him realize his limitations as an artificial intelligence.

"I think this is great." Ian grinned, his mouth, covered by a mask, was exaggeratedly large, revealing perfectly white teeth, giving him a sunny, boyish charm.

"Sooner or later, I'll inscribe a dimensional demon god summoning array in my own mouth." His eyes suddenly lit up with excitement. "I can't even imagine how blissful that kind of life would be!"

This is really heart-warming.

Ian's dream is to eat demons while lying down.

Hear the words.

The new Tony the hairstylist's holographic projection immediately went into silent mode.

He once again touched upon a blind spot in the database.

“If I’m not mistaken, you have five minutes left.” Digital Tony abruptly changed the subject; the artificial intelligence chose not to discuss areas it couldn’t understand.

"um, yes."

The time for his return was approaching, and Ian knew it. He seized the last moment to give Doctor Strange a little magic, and then emptied Doctor Strange's refrigerator.

"The Häagen-Dazs here tastes better than the ones back home; I guess they still have a conscience." As his strength increased, Ian also became more aware of his responsibilities and resolved never to take a single needle or thread from his believers for nothing.

He ate very comfortably.

Häagen-Dazs, sandwiches, Coke—he even ate frozen dumplings from the freezer compartment. There was nothing Ian couldn't eat, except for broccoli.

"Dang~"

Suddenly, the bells of return rang in Ian's ears.

The world seemed to freeze in time.

Ian's figure began to become transparent.

He seized the last moment to gulp down the last bottle of soda, wanting to burp, but because his physical condition was too strong, he missed out on this usual pleasant pleasure.

Some regrets.

However, he still disappeared silently from the spot.

The deathly silence lasted for a full three minutes.

"Finally safe?" The floor suddenly clicked, a loose tile was pushed open, and Nick Fury's bald head cautiously peeked out.

"Fuck you!" He looked around, a hint of annoyance in his expression. "Why didn't anyone remind me that this thing is the evil god worshipped in this godforsaken place?"

In this regard.

The new hairstylist, Tony, also turned to look at the bald-headed man.

“If you hadn’t been lazy and had gone to wipe that statue over there, you would have found that you didn’t need anyone to tell you this,” the new Tony teacher’s shadow pointed to a statue in the corner of the hall.

That's Ian.

However, the appearance of cheap concrete is difficult for people to distinguish.

Perhaps only artificial intelligence can make an effective distinction.

"..."

Nick Fury hesitated, but ultimately said nothing. He knew he shouldn't talk back to his boss, because he had been a boss before, only to go bankrupt in recent years.

The more I think about it, the more melancholy I feel.

Nick Fury then changed the subject.

"I'm going to save these poor people in comas."

He nimbly crawled out of the tunnel and pulled out a metal box bearing the Hydra symbol. Inside, three oddly shaped small firearms were neatly arranged.

"I really miss the days when I was an undercover agent in Hydra, and then became the boss of Hydra." Fury skillfully loaded three guns and aimed them at Captain America, Doctor Strange, and Gwen Strange respectively.

The moment the trigger is pulled.

Three beams of blue electricity precisely struck the hearts of the three people.

"..."

"Hydra is giving out triple pensions! Long live Hydra!"

"The Supreme Master's Classroom is now open!"

……

The three heroes sprang up from the ground like springs. Captain America instinctively reached for his shield, Doctor Strange started drawing circles, and Gwen, speechless, clenched her wrist.

"Emergency equipment is never outdated."

Nick Fury put away the stun gun with satisfaction, looked up at the projection of Digital Tony, and said, "Tony, this thing is becoming increasingly rare, you'll have to give me a raise."

“If Howard were still here, he would never let you exploit me like this. We are very, very good friends.” Nick Fury tried to reason with the artificial intelligence.

He might be a little naive.

The projection from the new Tony teacher did not provide an answer.

I just smiled in response.

The virtual avatar then disappeared from the lobby.

No matter how much Nick Fury rushed forward and called out, he received no response—the artificial intelligence created by capitalists certainly didn't care about human relationships.

Not to mention that Howard also left instructions for Nick Fury.

"Come back here right now!"

Just as the bald-headed guy was shouting and yelling.

"My magic..." Doctor Strange looked at his trembling hands in surprise, "has increased by at least 15%? Could it be that I'm one of those dream wizards whose body can automatically cultivate magic while I'm unconscious?"

He was clearly still dreaming.

"I don't know anything about magic, I just feel really hungry and it's time to eat. You guys said you'd cover my meals." Captain America rubbed his rumbling stomach.

He still has a long way to go before he becomes a captain with a strong sense of responsibility.

"Speaking of food, where's Thor?"

Doctor Strange looked around.

“He went home a long time ago.” Gwen climbed out of the shopping basket and was wiping her ears with cotton; she had clearly been pretending to be unconscious for some time.

The only thing I didn't expect was that Nick Fury would use a stun gun to administer electroshock therapy.

The opponent is too fast.

She was too slow to react as her abilities weakened with each use.

"Without a cook, what will we do for dinner?" Captain America's expression changed drastically upon hearing this. He looked at Doctor Strange with a pitiful look in his eyes.

perhaps.

This former hero has not had a proper meal in a long time since his resurrection.

"..."

Doctor Strange sighed and walked toward the refrigerator.

"I'll have to do it myself."

The moment he opened the door, his expression froze.

The refrigerator was completely empty; even the ice cube trays had been licked clean. The only thing left was a sticky note: "Thanks for the treat~ I'll stock up on more Häagen-Dazs next time~ by your dear evil god"

"Damn evil god!"

Strange's roar made the chandelier sway.

"He must be a rat in disguise!"

Those who didn't know the situation might have thought he had encountered some terrible disaster.

The voice was filled with deep sorrow.

Gwen and Captain America were both speechless.

"or."

Doctor Strange spoke with difficulty.

"Should we chip in and order takeout?"

He made the proposal.

Gwen's eyes widened immediately.

“I’m a student who earns my college tuition by delivering food! Do you remember? I delivered food for you.” Gwen was clearly extremely unhappy about having to pay for it.

Captain America was the most dissatisfied.

Captain America silently pulled out his wallet, inside which lay a lone, antique one-dollar bill, a gift from his former lover. He showed his wallet to everyone.

Do I look like someone who can afford takeout?

This is truly tragic.

Even Gwen felt sorry for Captain America.

"Your pension problem is definitely something Hydra is trying to sabotage you with. Tony said Hydra still has many important figures in government departments," Doctor Strange sighed.

Nick Fury silently picked up the bucket and prepared to make a run for it.

however.

at this time.

Three pairs of eyes turned to Nick Fury simultaneously.

Black Marinated Egg took two steps back.

“I’m no longer a Hydra! After the Strategic Homeland Defense, Attack and Logistics Agency went bankrupt, I was discovered to be an undercover agent and was kicked out. Now I’m afraid to go out and run into my former subordinates who are trying to kill me.”