Marvel Salted Fish Kryptonian

"However, my current location happens to be your blind spot. Don't you think that if I continue to stay where I am, I will be more helpful to you than if I become a public figure?"

Having dealt with all kinds of cunning old men and women, Tony Stark was no longer a college student who would be confused after being fooled by a few words. He squinted his eyes and stared at the person in front of him for a moment, then said:

"Ultimately, you just don't want to help me and bear the Stark mark. Because according to your logic, in your current position, I can just bribe someone.

"If mainland hotels were so straightforward, most of our needs could be met through transactions. I believe I could find a more dedicated helper than you.

"But you don't think that hiring you as CEO of Stark Films was just a random idea, do you? Forget it, there's no point explaining so much to you if you have no interest. So let it be."

Henry, however, showed an appreciative expression and said, "Not bad. It seems that these two years of experience have made you no longer like a naive student who simply took his life for granted. Truth has only one facet."

"Fuck! Shut up! Our relationship isn't good enough for me to tolerate such sarcasm." The eldest young master said angrily.

"Okay, I apologize." Henry raised his hands and continued, "Let me ask you another question. What do you want to do?"

The eldest young master asked angrily, "What do you mean by what I want to do?"

Henry asked, "You suspect there's more to your parents' car accident than meets the eye, and maybe something's happened to you too, so you're going to start from that equally unsophisticated area. What do you want to do after you finally find out?"

"If they did it, would you seek revenge? If they didn't, would you uphold justice and fairness and give them the legal punishment they deserve?

"Or will you ignore the unpleasant facts revealed in the investigation, turning a blind eye to them, just to maintain the rules of your circle? Does it matter whether all this is done by a single individual, or is it the result of collective will?

"Or is it that all this has nothing to do with your parents, and you simply want to eradicate the cancer of society and rebuild a social structure with virtuous customs? Or perhaps, you have no thoughts at all, and are simply chasing an answer?"

Looking at the bewildered Master Tony, Henry smiled and said, “I’ve seen too many people who say they hope to live a better life, but end up falling into the vortex of chasing money and giving up on life.

"The most ridiculous thing is that the money these people saved by living frugally was squandered with the help of their families. For various reasons, they neglected their families, their wives, and their family ties.

"In the end, you're left with nothing, nothing at all. In the same situation, you realize that what you're about to do is risky, even life-threatening. So, is your goal worth the risk?

"Or do you want to use these people's leverage to make yourself the king? The purpose of slaying dragons is to become the only evil dragon, is that right?"

Henry stood up, bent down, and got very close to the ear of the seated Tony Stark, and said in a low voice: "One last question, are these things your own ideas, or are you instigated by someone without knowing it?

"If it's the latter, have you ever considered that you've become a pawn in someone else's hands, charging ahead? Will that person firmly support your position? Or will they gain something even if you become the one being sacrificed?

"If it's the former, I suggest you reconsider. I don't want to play along with you until the end, only to be abandoned by you. To put it bluntly, in a game of that level, can I trust you without reservation?

"Please think carefully about this, Mr. Tony Stark. Don't easily agree to something you can't keep. You'll ruin your limited reputation."

After that, Henry picked up the pen-shaped jammer on the table, threw it to Tony Stark, and said, "This little thing is out of power. This concludes our conversation today."

Chapter 271 Daily Life in Los Angeles

The secret meeting with Tony Stark had yielded no results. There was neither a clear rejection nor a clear agreement between the two.

It's undeniable that the CEO of Stark Films is a sweetheart. With that young master's audacity, he certainly had the guts to hand the company over to him. Then, he'd let everything else go, letting himself run with it.

Although I keep saying I won’t go bankrupt, if that day ever comes, I’ll probably just laugh at myself a few times and that’ll be it.

But Henry still didn't dare to reach out, mainly because he was afraid of Tony Stark's impulsive behavior that would not care about the consequences and would occasionally go mad.

Shut down Stark Industries' munitions department, the Ultron Project, and blow up thirty or forty mechas like fireworks.

Each of these actions illustrates the irrational side of Tony Stark's character, usually at a huge cost, but he himself doesn't care.

If it were related to him and he were forced to clean up his mess, Henry was worried that Iron Man wouldn't live to see Thanos snap his fingers, let alone have that one in fourteen million chance of victory.

And then there were the eyes that surrounded him. If he got too close, he'd be exposed to their sight. It was a hassle he could avoid.

In comparison, he was only on the FBI and many other people's lists, which wasn't a big deal. From the day he exposed his abilities, he had been mentally prepared for such a situation.

Although that proved that he was different from ordinary people, the uniqueness of one in five billion was different from the uniqueness of hundreds of thousands or even millions of five billion.

This world is filled with too many dangerous superpowers and extraordinary species. A single ability, invulnerability, is insignificant in this vast ocean.

Moreover, I don't have any obvious special appearance, so I can easily hide in the crowd.

Unless the Joker's true identity is leaked by the X-Men...

However, considering that the X-Men itself is an organization built on the painful history of mutants, if they easily betray others, it would be like destroying their own reputation.

It's worth taking a gamble on this, and Henry feels his chances of winning are quite high.

Because if he were considered a threat by the X-Men, they would not choose to inform the US military or the government, but would come and fight Henry the alien themselves.

So as long as you are careful, you can still live your leisurely life.

The time sequence starts from spring and slowly moves towards summer.

The girls' skin, almost suffocated by the heavy winter clothes, was eager to be freed. Winter clothes were replaced with spring clothes, and the brave ones changed into summer clothes, at most bringing a coat to wear in the morning and evening.

As one of the most extravagant and glamorous cities on earth, Los Angeles, which embraces Hollywood, has more beauties walking on the streets than any other city.

Otherwise, they know how to show off their fashion taste and flaunt the luxury goods they wear and carry.

Henry didn't stay at home often. Sometimes he would carry a camera and take pictures of beautiful women on the street like a paparazzi or a talent scout. In this era, people didn't pay as much attention to the right of portrait as they did later. As long as he didn't do it too blatantly, there would usually be no problem.

Besides, Henry wasn't taking any weird photos, just street scenes and people. If there was any problem, the camera film would be pulled out and exposed, and there would be no evidence at all...

Sometimes I would take out my sketchbook, find a place and an angle, and draw street scenes for my own amusement.

If someone stayed on the street for a while, maybe sitting on a park bench or leaning on a railing somewhere, Henry could draw a simple portrait sketch.

Since he was outside, he couldn't use his super speed, but he was becoming more and more proficient at sketching a complete image with just a few strokes.

The reason why he spent more time hanging out outside was not only to appreciate the beautiful scenery which was completely different from that in his previous life and which he, as a social animal, had no chance to appreciate, but also because of the more than 600,000 yuan in smuggled money he had received.

Cash that can't be deposited into the banking system needs to be spent quickly to feel safe. The simplest use is to pay for small, everyday expenses. So Henry embarked on a street-hopping tour of Los Angeles, sampling street food and renowned restaurants.

I had actually done this once before, when I first arrived in Los Angeles. But that was a restaurant I had chosen based on my sense of smell, and the aroma was above standard, so the taste certainly wouldn't be bad either.

But this time he will go into some restaurants with more ordinary smells. As long as they are not full of chemical spices made by high-tech, Henry will try them and find the strengths of these restaurants.

After relaxing his standards, Henry was able to find many restaurants whose food was as delicious as those he had found before, expanding his Los Angeles food map.

Just for this bite of food, the black clinic in the South District would close more often. Especially when there were people watching nearby, Henry would simply close the door and close the clinic.

He didn't have to save people to survive anyway; it was just a bargaining chip with the Continental Hotel, a way to increase his clinical experience. Even if he closed the business, Henry wouldn't lose a single cent.

As for the FBI's troubles, Muni Fisher, the Continental Hotel's manager, hadn't handled them well either. There were still those greedy, money-hungry guys who wanted to play the role of a bad cop.

Henry hadn't paid much, having initially offered a blood contract as a condition. But Henry had only joined the Continental Hotel as a freelance waiter. So, if the other party had done a sloppy job, she couldn't really blame him.

Henry had already thrown three people into space, and he didn't know how this would play out. The only thing he was certain of was that it wasn't appropriate to allow more police officers or FBI agents to disappear without cause any time soon; it would only draw more attention.

The best way, of course, is to be silent for a while and actively stay away from situations that may cause trouble.

The upgrade of the computer equipment at home, the improvement of the supporting functions of the core robot BB, the brain wave translator of Tiger Katie, and the activities of CK boss on the Internet, etc., these things were not forgotten by Henry, but he deliberately slowed down his pace.

Anyway, the work is there, and there is no deadline pressure from the client, so why not finish it in a short time?

This is not to mention that some of them have no end. As long as you want to do it, you can keep doing it.

Henry's current possessions were so far ahead of their time that they were almost catching up to the level he was familiar with. To continue developing, he needed some incentive. Otherwise, the things he had were more than sufficient for his own purposes.

Especially with the feature suites CK had released online and the Linux development it was promoting, if he didn't slow down, others would be left behind. Henry didn't want to be a solo act; he just wanted to show a slight advantage.

Katie's brainwave translator has entered the data collection phase and has made initial progress. The next step is to continue collecting data, comparing and revising it, so that the brainwave translation results can be more accurate.

This is a slow, steady grind; you can't rush it. Even if you're upgrading software or hardware performance, you can't make a tiger speak human language the next day. So just persevere.

Henry was having dinner in the restaurant, cutting his steak while thinking about his recent achievements.

Chapter 272 Thief

Because he had to avoid the FBI and the police on a daily basis, Henry was constantly on top of his surroundings. Any slight disturbance would draw his attention, but most of the time, he chose not to intervene.

But today's situation was a little special. A girl sneaked into the restaurant and looked like an inexperienced novice who was about to do something bad.

Not only did it attract Henry's attention, but even the waiters and other guests in the restaurant noticed her actions, but no one looked at her openly.

I saw her sneaking towards the restaurant's self-service salad bar, taking advantage of a gap when all the waiters were busy, taking a few bread rolls from the salad bar, and then walking out quickly as if nothing had happened.

Although the waiters in the restaurant were busy, many people were paying attention to her. Some people saw her and quickly put down their things and tried to catch up.

Although the restaurant's salad bar and bread are provided free of charge to diners, allowing them to take whatever they choose, people who are not dining here are of course not allowed to take them. Not to mention that this is almost stealing.

At that moment, a waiter wanted to catch up.

Just before the thief ran away and the waiter strode after her, Henry stood in front of the waiter who was about to take action. She was a big girl, and the thin thief was the type who could not withstand her punch.

Henry took out two bills, stuffed them into the waitress's hand, and said, "One is for the bread, and the other is your tip. Let's just leave it at that, okay?"

Two five-yuan bills, each worth more than the price of many of their meals, were already more than the price of a single item. There was no reason to disagree. The waitress stuffed the bills into her apron pocket, made a helpless expression, and said, "This won't happen again."

"OK."

But the female thief who should have escaped did not leave the restaurant. Instead, she turned back, bit her lower lip, held back tears, stubbornly stuffed the bread into Henry's hand, and turned to leave.

Henry grabbed the girl's hand, and at that moment, her belly started to growl. This made the girl, who was full of grief and anger, blush instantly, and she was really at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Judging from the appearance, this little girl is probably a recent high school graduate. She still has some baby fat, but her complexion isn't quite normal.

Henry said, "How about I treat you to lunch, ma'am?"

The girl turned to look at the man, her face wary, then glanced at her hand that was being held.

This made Henry let her go and said, "If you don't want to get something for nothing, then in exchange, you can be my model, and the reward is this lunch."

This inexplicable situation made the girl even more alert. She felt the area where her arm was grabbed and took a cautious step back.

He realized there was something wrong with his words. After all, in this city full of dreams, there are also many traps. Henry explained, "It's not some strange model, it's a sketch model.

"You don't have to go anywhere. Just wait for you to finish your meal and sit for five to ten minutes while I finish the sketch. These conditions shouldn't be too difficult, right?"

"...Why?" the girl asked.

Picking up the sketchbook he had brought with him today, Henry flipped through a few landscape drawings and showed them to the audience, saying, "I've experienced hunger, and it's the most horrible torture in the world. So I know what it feels like."

"Judging from your clothes, you don't look homeless, so this difficulty should only be temporary. It's just lunch, it's nothing to me."

As he spoke, guests all around him started to applaud and cheer for Henry's statement. In any case, kindness is always worthy of praise.

Henry greeted everyone around him, then quickly grabbed the girl who was about to run out and said, "You came to Hollywood to pursue your dreams, right? You're too shy to make it in this industry."

The girl turned her head, staring with her big eyes, blinking.

Henry let go of his hand and pointed to his desk. "If you want to listen, sit down. But don't expect to hear any success stories."

Turning around, Henry waved to the waitress and said, "Menu, please."

The girl looked at the menu that had just been handed to her. Henry said, "Order whatever you want. This is not the time for you to act like a lady and pretend that you have a small appetite."

Henry's joke instantly caused a pair of dead eyes to appear behind the menu, as if looking at a dead person. This made him laugh it off again. At the same time, he was observing the girl in front of him, and he felt that she looked somewhat familiar.

The girl was a typical blonde with a well-proportioned face. Her eye sockets were a bit deep, a noticeable feature that made her face stand out from the crowd.

If someone's figure isn't good for commenting, Henry won't constantly use his X-ray vision to look at what someone looks like under their clothes. Because not all naked bodies can be described as beautiful. Clothes are a good protection, used to shield others from their eyes.

The girl sitting down was wearing a spring long-sleeved casual dress that didn't highlight her features, so it was hard to judge her figure. But judging by her wrists and palms, she was a bit plump.

This isn't fat, but it's still a bit far from the morbid aesthetic of a model.

The girl ordered several high-calorie meals in one sitting, clearly hoping one meal would last her three days. From her perspective, she was paying a price by being the model for their sketches. So, there was no need to be polite at this time; she had to eat her fill.

Henry, of course, didn't stop him. Six hundred thousand in black money could have kept him eating at this family-style restaurant for a hundred years. It wasn't a big deal to spend such a small amount.

At that moment, Henry suddenly connected the girl in front of him with a future famous ice queen. If she were a little thinner, she would look a lot like that person.

Could it be so perfect? ​​Henry doubted himself.

"Hello." The girl waved her hand in front of Henry, as if to attract his attention.

Henry came back to his senses and asked, "What's wrong?"

The girl asked, "Are you an actor?"

Henry answered honestly, "I'm registered with the Screen Actors Guild and have appeared in a few films. But they were always background roles, and the films never went on to theaters; they were all B-movies that went straight to video."

"Oh." The girl made a disappointed sound.

Henry laughed and said, "That's why I said, don't expect to hear any success stories. People like me are everywhere in Hollywood."

"So this road is difficult?" asked the girl.

"I should say there are still many things I can do, so I didn't actively seek opportunities on the acting path. Like when I later became someone's assistant, the salary was good, and I stayed there for a year or two."

"Then why don't you do it again?"

"The boss passed away. I can't go to heaven and continue to accompany her." Henry said with a smile.