"Mr. Eric, are you sure what you said is true?"
In Eric's underground laboratory, the "army" he summoned is already in place.
Red Tank is still snoring; Barton is checking his new arrows; Tony is sitting on the side drinking coffee, looking lazy; T'Chaka, who has just arrived, is already wearing armor and ready to fight at any time; Blade is dressed in black and stands coldly in the corner.
Only Captain America questioned Eric's words. He stared at Eric closely, his eyes full of distrust.
It's no wonder, he and Howard have been on the battlefield together, and they just met two days ago, but now he suddenly told him that Howard has turned evil, and he doesn't believe it anyway!
"I'm very sure, Captain!" Eric told the whole story, emphasizing Howard's evil plan to reset the timeline, but he didn't mention anything about the fact that he injected him with drugs.
"I'll go with you!" Captain America nodded solemnly and stood beside Tony. It seemed that he had the same idea as Tony, to investigate first and then consider whether to rebel...
"Howard has the observer's eyeball in his hand. This is very bad news!" Eric looked around with a serious expression, "The observer's eyeball allows Howard to understand the weaknesses of each of us, so we need to change! Whether it is weapons or fighting methods, we need to change!"
It can't be changed! The observer can monitor the entire universe, and everyone has no secrets in his eyes.
In the original plot, in order to save the world, the wallkeeper had to shoot the observer and obtained one of his eyes. Relying on the secrets in it, he almost wiped out the Avengers.
A simple code allowed Iron Man to fly back to Earth directly; a whisper in his ear made Thor lose his faith and lost the qualification to lift Thor's hammer...
Relying on the observer's eyeball, the Avengers were defeated one by one and almost wiped out. Eric didn't want to make this fatal mistake!
"Tony, your armor program needs to be redesigned, I will help you complete it."
"Hey, man, I won't let you touch my toys! I am very skeptical about your technology! You just admitted that you are not as smart as me!" Tony stood up and shook his head.
"Future, get him!" Eric waved slightly and sent Tony to the laboratory next to him. The virtual image of the future appeared beside him and looked at him with a smile.
"Mr. Stark, what can I do for you?"
"Damn, artificial intelligence?" Tony stood up with a start and looked up and down at the future, "Eric, when did you peek at Jarvis's code?"
"Mr. Stark, I was born in 1997!" The future smiled, "There are some very obvious logical errors in Jarvis's program. I hope Mr. Stark can help him modify it."
Tony: "..."
We need to have a good chat!
...
Take out Tony, the thorn, and the rest will be much easier.
"T'Chaka, I need some vibranium."
King T'Chaka, who was as stingy as Grandet to the whole world, patted his chest and said, "How much do you want? Enough!"
"It won't take much, let's have a ton first!" Eric said casually, and Captain America hugged his shield tightly, with tears of grievance flashing in his eyes.
What about the agreed vibranium in the whole world?
"Captain, give me your shield!"
Captain America: "You already have a ton, why don't you let me go of this little bit?!"
...
"Howard, your idea is wrong, time is not as fragile as you think!" Michelangelo slightly turned sideways and dodged an energy cannon.
"Error? Yes, there is an error, but it's not me, it's this world! It's this time! There is an error in this world and time, I must correct it! Let everything return to the right track!" Howard held a scepter-shaped weapon in his left hand and raised the energy gun in his right hand to shoot again.
"Time? How well do you know about time?" Michelangelo shook his head and kicked forward.
The distance between the two was at least 20 meters. Michelangelo's kick was like kicking the air, but with this kick, Howard, who was 20 meters away, suddenly fell flat on his face, and the energy gun in his hand was thrown far away.
"The power of time? Interesting! You can actually transmit force and energy through the timeline. My brother, I never thought that you would be so powerful!" Howard slowly got up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and smiled strangely.
"The observer's eyes cannot cover the entire multiverse. There are always some corners that can hide from their sight." Michelangelo said lightly, extending a finger and pointing forward.
The golden finger crushed Howard like a pillar of heaven. Howard hurriedly raised the scepter in his left hand, and his fingers slightly opened. The scepter was instantly decomposed into hundreds of large and small parts, which kept rotating around Howard's arm.
A strange force field was generated in front of him, and Michelangelo's fingers could not move at all. Even if the power of time was pervasive, it was still useless!
Unable to move forward or backward! Howard showed a triumphant smile on his face.
"Did you modify it? It wasn't this strong before." Michelangelo was not worried at all, and his body suddenly turned into a golden light and dissipated.
Howard showed a disappointed expression, waved his hand, and the parts were reassembled into a scepter, which he held in his hand.
"If I'm not mistaken, you want to use my body to navigate your instrument so that it can accurately locate the timeline, right?" Michelangelo gathered again beside Howard, shining with golden light, making it impossible to look directly at him.
"The energy of the observer's eyeball is too huge. I need accurate positioning, otherwise it is very likely to blow up the entire timeline!" Howard deformed his cane again and pointed it at Michelangelo, "For this world, dedicate your body!"
Michelangelo shook his head, "How are you going to control me? I exist in countless timelines at the same time. Can you pull me all back?"
"I don't need it. You are enough!" Howard showed a strange smile and pointed at the energy gun that fell on the first one. The energy gun instantly decomposed and turned into a black box. A blue light shot out from the box, illuminating Michelangelo in it.
Howard waved his hand, and all the suspended parts beside his arm drifted to Michelangelo, forming a strange force field around him, and Michelangelo was immediately unable to move.
"It's useless!" Michelangelo disappeared again, but this time, it didn't go as he wished. The golden light he transformed into was actually sucked into the black box on the ground.
"No! What is this! Ah!" With a scream, Michelangelo soon lost his voice, and the black box on the ground also turned off the blue light and returned to calm.
"It's easier than I thought!" Howard walked forward and picked up the black box, "Now, there's only one last thing!"
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