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This efficiency and control over resources sent a chill down Lin Nan's spine. He wasn't facing a lone wolf like a street thug or Whiplash.

It is an intelligence agency and technology department that is hard for ordinary people to imagine.

He hid the card, neither losing it nor intending to contact S.H.I.E.L.D.

Because he didn't understand the stance and operating style of S.H.I.E.L.D. in this world.

In the cinematic universe, Nick Fury tends to be both a recruiter and a supervisor.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. in the comics is more complex and heavily infiltrated by Hydra, making it a huge hidden threat lurking in the shadows.

In the following days, Lin Nan's life continued as usual, and the people from S.H.I.E.L.D. did not appear again, as if the last contact was just an ordinary visit.

But Lin Nan noticed that there were many more observant gazes around him.

This phenomenon brought him some peace of mind, indicating that the other party did not have solid evidence.

So instead of training in reality during the day, he focused on his lucid dreams at night.

[Mental synchronization rate: 23%]

[Dream Compatibility: 15%]

In the dream world, I simulated and practiced more complex combat scenarios, especially dodging and dashing when facing energy weapons. I also tried to practice more variations of impact energy in addition to releasing and penetrating.

These are the results of the past few days, and there has been some significant progress in our interactions with Peter Parker.

Peter Parker made some small devices to listen to encrypted communications, which would help them gather suspicious information throughout the city.

Then Lin Nan offered his own clever idea, suggesting that Peter Parker's mask could have some protective features that wouldn't obstruct his vision, as well as interfaces for communication devices.

This suggestion made Peter's eyes light up, and he immediately set about making a special communication device that was not easy to be eavesdropped on.

Peter Parker's creativity and hands-on skills are also a valuable asset.

Compared to a Spider-Man who relies solely on his mutant abilities, a Spider-Man who can develop his own equipment and build an intelligence network is far more valuable.

During the day, he and Parker were like ordinary friends, studying, discussing news, entertainment gossip, and academic issues.

They also used mealtimes to have some superhero-style tactical discussions.

After school, Lin Nan and Peter left together. As soon as they stepped out of the building, they saw Gwen talking to a middle-aged man who was impeccably dressed.

Even though you can't see the face, you can recognize who it is from the back.

George Stacy, Gwen's detective father.

Peter muttered to himself, "Why is her father here?"

The little spider sounded a bit nervous.

George Stacy saw someone come out, ended her conversation with her daughter, and walked to her car parked by the roadside.

As he passed Lin Nan and Peter Parker, he paused, his voice low:

"Peter, Lin, things are a bit turbulent in New York lately, so come home early after school."

As he spoke, he glanced at Parker's right leg, then at Lin Nan's expression.

Then he opened the car door and drove away from the school.

Peter was a little nervous. If there was anyone in the world who made him feel intimidated the moment he met him, it would definitely be Officer George. As for the reason, he couldn't explain it himself.

"Lin, do you think he found out something?"

Lin Nan didn't reply, her gaze heavy, as George's car drove further and further away.

Gwen walked over, looking uneasy. "My dad is still investigating the dock bombing, and I can't stop him at all. He warned me not to get involved and told me to tell you to be careful lately."

Then she looked at Peter's right leg: "Peter, the injury on your leg..."

Peter's expression froze, and he quickly pulled up his trouser leg to show the healed wound: "It's okay, Gwen. Look, it's just a common scrape, it's almost healed."

Gwen nodded with some skepticism and didn't ask any further questions.

Lin Nan then spoke up, "Don't worry, Gwen, we'll go home after school."

Gwen looked at Lin Nan with her intelligent eyes, a hint of inquiry flashing in her blue pupils: "I'm relieved to hear you say that. Lin, you also need to be careful. My father said that there have been some unusual people around lately, who have been operating in the shadows."

Lin Nan nodded: "Thank you, Gwen, I will be careful."

Officer George's warning was more direct than S.H.I.E.L.D.'s; things are getting increasingly chaotic in New York.

Time flies, and Stark Industries' "Future Technology Expo" officially opened.

Lin Nan ultimately decided that she should still attend the meeting.

The expo was held at the Javits Convention Center in Manhattan. Long lines formed at the entrance as students, journalists, and tech enthusiasts from all over flocked to the venue.

In the air, Stark Industries' drones put on a spectacular light show, along with a giant holographic projection displaying a picture of the legendary Tony Tucker.

In the photo, Tony Tucker still sports his signature nonchalant smile, exuding confidence and pride.

After passing through multiple security checks, Lin Nan and the other two finally entered the venue.

Instantly, a wave of heat and noise hit us.

The exhibition hall is surprisingly large, divided into several sections.

The central area showcases Stark Industries' cutting-edge civilian technology, with each exhibit proclaiming the playboy's creativity and energy.

To the west is the Future Exploration Zone, which showcases Stark Industries' visions for the future—imaginative and astonishing.

The eastern section displays the history of Stark Industries' corporate development, from Howard during the war to Tony today, as well as diagrams of the Arc Reactor, a crucial component.

Of course, it does not involve core technologies.

Peter and Gwen were very excited and chattered excitedly.

"Peter, look at this, a civilian version of a miniature reactor, wow..."

"And that, the neural interface project, it's said that you can use your thoughts to directly control a robotic arm!"

Lin Nan, on the other hand, was much calmer. He didn't focus on the exhibition itself, but rather on the security personnel at each entrance.

He clearly noticed that some of the men in black suits, who appeared to be ordinary security guards, had a distinctly militaristic air about them, judging from their positions and gazes.

Is it Stark Industries, or S.H.I.E.L.D.?

His goal in coming here was very clear: if possible, to make contact with Tony with minimal impact, and, like a butterfly flapping its wings, make a subtle intrusion.

Let's see if we can stir up an even bigger storm. It's a risky move, but Tony is the kind of person who can generate a lot of causal value no matter what plot disturbances he causes.

More importantly, he wanted to understand which stage Tony Stark was currently in in this chaotic timeline.

Is it a time of high spirits, or is it already lurking in the shadow of heavy metal poisoning? This is related to the specific trajectory of a series of major events.

The expo officially opened, and Little Chili gave a brief opening speech. Then, amidst cheers from the crowd and dazzling lights, the star of the evening made his appearance.

Tony Stark, wearing a gray suit with his shirt collar open, sported his signature neatly trimmed beard.

With confident strides, he picked up the microphone and delivered a witty "stand-up comedy" routine, causing a sensation among the audience.

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Gwen looked on with admiration: "As expected of the soul of Stark Industries."

Peter wholeheartedly agreed, but in his expression, besides envy and admiration, there was also a hint of longing and comparison unique to young geniuses.

Lin Nan noticed this, and thankfully Parker didn't say anything like "A real man should act like this" or "He can be replaced."

He offered no comment, but simply observed Tony Stark on the stage in silence.

Tony looked well, and his words were full of confidence and energy. But Lin Nan noticed that when Tony talked about clean energy and personal safety, his tone became somewhat imperceptibly heavy.

He then came to the conclusion that the current Tony Stark had stepped out of the shadows of the cave and redefined his identity and responsibilities.

As for whether he was experiencing anxiety about palladium poisoning, Tony's shirt collar was too high, so Lin Nan couldn't clearly observe the condition of his blood vessels.

After the opening ceremony, Tony left the stage surrounded by security guards.

Parker squeezed into the crowd, and soon returned with a schedule in his hand.

He said excitedly, "After the opening ceremony, Mr. Stark will be hosting a small tech Q&A session in the Creative Workshop area. Lin, Gwen, let's go try our luck."

Lin Nan thought for a moment. The creative workshop was a small, enclosed exhibition area, which was undoubtedly an excellent opportunity for close contact.

So he quickly nodded: "Go!"

When the three arrived at the entrance of the creative workshop, a long queue had already formed.

The staff were verifying identities, and when it was Lin Nan's turn, Peter handed over the school's group code.

The staff member glanced down at their phone and said apologetically, "Midtown High School only has two spots available..."

Lin Nan said, "You two go in."

Parker was somewhat surprised: "Lin?"

Lin Nan smiled and said, "I'm still more interested in pure technology. We'll meet here after this is over."

Peter hesitated, wanting to say something, but Gwen gently tugged at him.

Gwen's eyes were bright, and she said somewhat apologetically, "Alright then, Lin. We'll be out soon after we're done."

Watching the two enter the exhibition hall, Lin Nan turned around and casually walked to a relatively quiet exhibition area.

This exhibition area showcased some prototypes of smart city management systems proposed early by Stark Industries. There were only two or three people, along with some staff.

Lin Nan calmly scanned the area, her gaze finally landing on a thin young man wearing a gray hoodie.

The numbers on his wrist lit up.

What's going on? Is it a character from the story?

So he casually approached the man and glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.

The man looked very young, only around twenty years old, with a pale face and thick glasses. He exuded a melancholic aura, as if he had long been immersed in his own world.

His gaze as he looked at the display board was not filled with curiosity and admiration like that of ordinary visitors.

Instead, there was a fervent scrutiny, tinged with a hint of envy.