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Everyone was stunned, Coulson was still smiling, Downey looked at Optimus Prime thoughtfully.

"Optimus Prime? Is that his name?" Coulson smiled like a spring breeze, breaking the awkward atmosphere of confusion without a trace.

"This is the name I gave him, which represents justice and responsibility. I hope he is the hope and faith that will never fail in my heart." Downey said, the tingling in his brain became more intense.

The fire in the head is a little brighter, but not the same intensity as when awakened

Donnie tried to mobilize the parts of other parts of Optimus Prime, but after the fire passed through, all the substances it touched told him clearly that using this poor metal to forcibly arm the complete Optimus Prime would eventually collapse, like Lost the rent of the steel bars, vulnerable to a single blow.

Downey's kindling gave him an amazing comprehension and intuition for making and modifying Optimus Prime, allowing him to change Optimus Prime in the shortest possible time.

This is an unprecedented ability, but where the fire energy penetrates, all metals seem to turn transparent, he can understand all the characteristics of it to the maximum extent, and use it.

But at present, it is limited to Optimus Prime, the little truck that gets along with him day and night, so that the change can be carried out smoothly. The specific principle remains to be further tested.

Fight against hatred, this ability has already entered the eyes of those who care. A newly born suspected fourth-level mutant has attracted countless attentions, not to mention this miraculous ability. It is difficult to analyze the principle. I don’t know how many people are coveted and curious, and want to know more about this ability.

"It seems that he has a special meaning to you. Can you tell me about it?"

"There is nothing bad to say." Downey walked over, patted Optimus Prime's metal body, and said slowly: "Our family of three relies on him to deliver goods, earn delivery fees, and maintain the family's life... "

Downey told him that their family's life is not very good, and they don't have any high-level craftsmanship. It is more difficult to live in New York, where the consumption level is extremely high. They were proud of being able to afford a down payment on a house in New York, and then saved money to buy a Changan Xingka pickup truck for transportation. Because the tonnage is small, not many goods can be transported, so we can only make money by transporting more times.

The life is not rich, but it is warm, the family is healthy and disease-free, and the life is flat and peaceful. The daily worries are nothing more than how much money can be made by transporting goods, a little more savings, and some maintenance for the hero of the family - the small truck. Use better gasoline.

Parents drive around in a minivan every day, and when Donnie is not in school, he will also help out, and sometimes eat and live in the minivan. This hard-working, weather-beaten old pickup truck is an important member of their family, and everyone cherishes him.

Donnie said, showing a slight smile.

"But now there's nothing left." Downey said, his fingernails dug deep into the flesh, and blood splattered out. What he was talking about was not only the experience of this life, but also the experience of the previous life.

So he felt pain, resentment, and hated himself for being incompetent.

"I'm sorry, but please be sorry, after all, you and this car carry their beliefs, don't you?"

Coulson called someone, handed him a black suit, and motioned him to put it on.

Donnie looked at the suit. It was the right size, and it was specially prepared for him. Black represents solemnity, and it also means some kind of silent sorrow, and the cry needs to be silenced.

Downey pressed him about Hulk's whereabouts.

Coulson was silent for a moment before answering carefully. They had been trying to monitor the monster's footprints, but Hulk moved at an astonishing speed, and they lost it.

"I'm not going to settle accounts with it now, what are you hiding? I'm not Hulk's opponent, and I'm not stupid."

Coulson smiled even more happily, and earnestly guided: "Mr. Downey, Hulk's information level is very high, and I have no right to disclose it to outsiders.

Please forgive me, secrecy is an instinct among us agents. "

Downey immediately understood Coulson's potential meaning, his face was expressionless, and he thought that this kind of issue should be discussed later. He has no idea of ​​joining an official organization now, but he will seriously consider it.

Donnie can't trust people from S.H.I.E.L.D., at least not yet. No one can guarantee that if he is stupid and sent to the door, how will Hydra's delusional lunatics concoct him, such as Downey No. 1 transforming people, Downey No. 2 transforming people and so on.

The essence of life is a rare mutant of the fourth level! They are stupid to be indifferent.

"Mr. Downey, many people are staring at you, you are very dangerous now."

Coulson didn't give up, and wanted to continue persuading. He has the psychological evaluation report of the S.H.I.E.L.D. expert group and the psychological model established for Downey in his hand. Coupled with the series of contacts just now, Coulson asked himself that he knew more about Downey. people talking.

This should be replaced by Dr. Banner, who has been staring at him suspiciously for a long time, and then becomes Hulk smashing smashing smashing...

Downey smiled half-heartedly, pointing to the sky, and said, "I believe that Professor X will never give up on me, maybe he is staring at all our conversations and behaviors now, for fear that you will be unfavorable to me .”

"To be honest, although I am very grateful that you saved me, I would rather trust Professor X than you official organizations." Downey said.

Coulson smiled awkwardly.

Professor X's character and his love for his people is no secret.

Downey made a promise that if their organization encounters troubles in the future, they can come to him, and he will repay the kindness.

Coulson smiled happily, and he had a higher opinion of Downey in his heart. Combined with the evaluations of the psychologists, he gained more confidence.

How much does the grace of saving lives and the grace of wiping butt add up to? How can I pay it off? Coulson was very proud. They had already caught half of this mutant who was suspected of being a third-level mutant but essentially a fourth-level mutant.

Downey also laughed, still unclear? It doesn't exist. If you have a little understanding of this universe, you know that the crotch of SHIELD is covered with mud, and there is no way to jump out of the mud.

In the future of this universe, there will be countless fierce enemies wandering in the starry sky, and there will be countless bloody battles, causing heroes to shed blood and tears in the sky, and there will be countless disaster-level variables such as landslides and ground cracks.

If Downey is unable to develop his own abilities, or even restore his strength, and fail to rekindle the fire, he will always be a pseudo-level 4, and he can only be regarded as an elite soldier who is qualified to be a high-level cannon fodder.

Either die and die, or face countless bloody battles, face up to difficulties, kill a broad road, and be covered in blood.

It is not difficult to repay this kindness.

"What about them?" Donnie asked, his voice trembling.

People can clearly feel the panic in Downey's heart. He has demons in his heart. He is afraid to face the real thing, and even hopes that this is just a dream, and he will still be happy when he wakes up.

Coulson lowered his voice appropriately, and said softly: "I'm still thinking about how long you will endure...Compared with this cruel world, you are more afraid of facing them. Don't worry, I have arranged for your parents to be taken away. His body was put into the coffin, and his body was well preserved."

Downey thanked him softly, and went to the nearby cemetery under the guidance of Coulson himself.

"Do you have a motorcycle?" Downey asked.

"Motorcycle? I can take you there. You must know that my beloved car rarely takes others. I regard her as my wife."

"Then I'd rather ride the motorcycle alone...I want to ride the motorcycle and bury them with my own hands." Downey said softly.

"If you insist." Coulson shrugged and said indifferently.

The sound faded away, and Optimus Prime reassembled into a dilapidated pickup truck, quietly staring in a daze, waiting patiently for his creator to return.