Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Chapter 302

Little Daisy Stark sat on the steps in front of the house, resting her chin on her two small hands, staring at the large blooming flowers in a daze.

Daisy was waiting for Tony to come home again today.

Urgent news, it is said that there is an underground pharmaceutical factory in New York, and bad guys are developing some bad medicines and using them as weapons.

The drug research should not have reached the final stage, because when Tony received the news, there were no casualties.

Soon, kindergarten will start.

Tony said he would take Daisy to make two new clothes, which were children's dresses for the banquet. Although the closet was full, there was not much more. The clothes were beautiful, and you could buy as many as you wanted.

Plans are not suitable for superheroes, because plans can never keep up with changes, and the appointment with the tailor has passed early, and Tony still hasn't come back.

"Drink juice?" Wendy came out and asked.

She held a bag of chilled juice in her hand, seeing that Daisy was bored waiting, she came out to feed the children.

Tuanzi reached out to take it: "Yes."

"The news is on TV, it's the reporter you like." Wendy sat next to her, "Why don't you watch it?"

"Why doesn't my father come back?" Daisy asked her back.

Tuanzi covered his chest with his little hand that was frozen cold by the juice: "I have something bad in my heart, and I am very worried about my father."

"Mr. Stark will be fine." Wendy said.

She secretly marveled that it wasn't the first day that Tony was a superhero, but he usually went out, Daisy was not like this, and he could still play well by himself.

Today is a bit unusual.

Daisy drank the juice and ran home, asking Jarvis to see how her father was doing.

"Did the bad guys run away?" The child leaned against the wall and asked the smart butler who heard the voice from above.

"Everything is fine, sir." Jarvis said, "He tied up a few people, and now he plans to go inside to see what is hidden."

He said, as if the signal cut in, Tony's voice suddenly appeared in the system.

"What?" asked the old father.

Daisy wanted to stick it on the wall even though Jarvis was not inside the wall, and neither was her father. She raised her face and finally had a hint of happiness: "Dad coming home?"

"Soon." Tony seemed to be walking, the footsteps accompanied his slight panting, "I'll take you to make new clothes tomorrow. I remember there is a Chinese restaurant not far from this place, I'll buy you one..."

What should I bring, I didn't hear clearly.

The signal there seemed to be not very good immediately. There was a buzzing sound in the communicator, and his speech began to be intermittent. After two seconds, there was no sound.

"Disconnected." Jarvis said.

Daisy slapped the wall and asked for Dad.

Wendy came over to comfort her: "Mr. Stark will be back after shopping at the Chinese restaurant."

But I don't know if the Chinese restaurant was temporarily closed, or it was full of customers, and it took a long time to pack a dish. It was not until lunch that Daisy heard the noise from the corridor leading to the door in the living room.

It was the sound of heavy metal armor hitting the ground, like a large shield hitting the wall, dull and hasty.

Tuanzi slid down the sofa and ran out happily: "Daddy is back!"

But she was dumbfounded immediately.

The one who came back was indeed a man in armor, but the armor was dark gray. When the visor was lifted, the face inside did not belong to Tony, but War Machine Rhodes.

Rhodes was busy running around, sweat was all over his head and face.

"Go to the hospital." He said, "Tony got an injection."

Wendy, who came out following Daisy, was shocked when she heard this sentence: "What?!"

"It's not too bad." Rhodes said, "No one can die."

When I said this, several people were already in the hospital.

Daisy's face was already drooping to the floor in grief, and she sat on the waiting bench, quietly wiping her eyes from time to time.

"Did the bad guys beat my dad?" she asked.

"It wasn't serious. Fortunately, there was no poison in that injection." Rhodes came over and hugged Daisy, wiped away the light tears on her face, and said warmly, "So it will be fine soon."

Iron Man is fully armed.

Even when he was fully armed and let down his guard, he explored the depths of the pharmaceutical factory. The light was not clear, and he used his thermal sense to detect someone hiding in the corner.

The slightly lit arc pulse cannon in Tony's palm dimmed.

He found it was a shivering child.

When the light passed, I saw the child's appearance, and found that he was only eight or nine years old, and was pitifully thin.

"Who are you?" Tony asked.

The boy burst into tears and pleaded softly, "I need help."

Tony took off his headgear and leaned over to look at him: "Son, were you caught here? I'll take you out."

His good intentions didn't get any good results, and while he was asking a word, the child took advantage of his unpreparedness, raised his hand and shot him on the neck.

"Fortunately, it's not poison..." Rhodes had said this sentence several times.

Simpson came out.

As the family doctor of the Stark family, he seems to be everywhere, not only volunteering in Daisy's kindergarten, but also appearing in this hospital.

Rhodes didn't have time to inform him.

"Didn't you realize that the dean shares my last name?" Simpson asked.

Tony's life was not in danger, but the door to the ward was still closed.

"It's just that it's not life-threatening, but it's not at all dangerous." Mentioning Tony's injury, Simpson's face darkened, "After all, the injection is not a good thing. It's a little uncomfortable to have an attack."

Daisy understood, turned her head, and couldn't help crying in Rhode's arms.

Rhodes quickly hugged the baby in his arms, and asked, "Please explain clearly! Is it a physical injury or a brain injury?"

"I won't break my arms and legs, and I won't become a vegetable," Simpson said.

He narrowed his eyes and recalled the Avengers stories he had heard before: "I remember that there was a Scarlet Witch in the Avengers."

"When she was not a member of the league, she made almost everyone in the league suffer."

"How did you do it?"

Simpson murmured, turning his head to look at the ward with the door closed.

On the name plate at the door of the ward, "Stark" was written hastily and scribbled.

"I think for Mr. Stark, this is the second time he has been forced into a dream." Simpson said, "This dream may be a bit long."

Very noisy outside.

Tony opened his eyes.

He remembered that he should be lying on a hospital bed, because of an unexpected rescue accident, when the needle pierced into the flesh, he felt pain and pain, as if the pores of his whole body were tightened to accept the unexpected One more stitch.

If it hits the carotid artery, it may kill someone on the spot.

That child is not simple, pitiful, and hateful.

In this world, if you can't even believe the words of children, it would be too sad.

Drowsiness flooded in like a flood. When Tony closed his eyes in the dark underground pharmaceutical factory, he was still thinking that the sweet and sour chicken in the Chinese restaurant was delicious. If he didn’t get poisoned, he could pack a portion in time.

"Sir, you're awake." Jarvis said with concern.

With Jarvis, it means that he is really at home.

Tony pressed his forehead and sat up slowly.

This is his room, looking around, every corner is familiar, but he somehow feels that something is missing.

"Where's Roddy?" Tony asked.

"After Mr. Rhodes sent you back, he rushed to report." Jarvis said.

"Is there no poison in the potion?" Tony asked.

"What potion?" Jarvis asked back. "Sir, I don't know what potion."

"A child got into my body. Could it be a failure?" Tony said.

He didn't believe it, so he asked for a blood tester to test it.

When Tony got out of bed, he moved the bedside table while propping it up with his hands.In his cognition, what book should be placed on the bedside table, but he himself forgot what book for a while, in short, there should be something there.

I used to watch it every day.

"Who moved anything in my room?" Tony asked again.

Jarvis answered honestly, "No one, sir. The bedrooms are always set up like this."

Tony was silent for a while.

Walking out of the bedroom, the corridor is empty.The living room was empty, as was the dining room and kitchen.

I didn't know why I bought this house at the beginning, it was astonishingly big, and it wasn't enough to hold a lot of things.

The TV is on.

The channel is randomly tuned, and the cartoon "Pink Pig" is playing inside.

Tony was walking in the corridor, passed the living room, took a look in, and asked casually, "Why don't you watch the news?"

No one responded.

And he himself, dazed after the blurted question, quickly turned back and subconsciously looked at the sofa.

Only TV.There was no one else in the living room except him.

In the noisy dialogue of the cartoon protagonists, Tony only felt that his heart was extremely quiet.

He was still top-heavy, as if he had a fever, but he felt nothing on his forehead, and concluded that it was the strange effect of the medicine, so he turned around and left, going to the studio to find a blood tester.

Pressing your thumb into the tip, a few drops of dark red blood came out.

All the blood tests were normal, and there was no excessive content or toxin.

"I'll go to the hospital." Tony said.

He went to the dressing room to grab a coat casually, and was about to go out in a hurry.

"Which hospital is there a dessert shop near? If you don't have diced chicken, you can also buy cakes..." He said, "If you miss the appointment, I have to buy something she likes to make up for."

While talking, passing by another room, Tony glanced casually and found that there was nothing in it, so he couldn't help frowning.

"Where did the toys in it go?" he asked.

This should be a toy room, there are nearly two-meter bear dolls, and there are also rainbow ponies.I don't know who it is, I didn't ask his opinion, and I moved everything completely.

Jarvis was startled: "Whose toy?"

Without thinking, Tony said, "Daisy's."

"Who is Daisy?..."

"My daughter." The old father said "tsk", "Why is it not me that went wrong, but you?"

"I mean no offense, sir," Jarvis said.

He began to pause, as if cautiously: "But, you don't have a daughter."