Chapter 1306

It could be clearly seen that the man leaning against the wall relaxed a bit. He held the broken part tightly in his hand, his back slid down slowly against the wall. When he sat on the ground, the heavy exhaustion on his face could no longer be concealed, and he soon fell into a coma.

Riley walked up and hugged him back to the bed. Looking at Stark's tightly frowned brows, he sighed: "I really can't imagine what he encountered, what is going on?"

Ma Te didn't speak, but he had a mobile phone in his hand, obviously just having made a call.

Not long after, with a "buzz", a portal opened in mid-air, and Strange led several mages out of it.

Ma Te obviously didn't expect this matter to bother the Sorcerer Supreme to appear. He walked up and shook hands with Strange and said: "What's going on? Stephen, why are you here?"

Strange frowned, his face a bit serious. He looked at Ma Te and said: "You contacted the New York Sanctum before, telling them that a strange Iron Man came here, but the Earth's defense network couldn't query his information, which means he didn't enter Earth through ordinary means."

"Then what is going on?" Ma Te was also a bit puzzled.

At this time Jarvis walked up, looked at the two and said: "I'm afraid we can only ask him himself, but you just saw it, his mental state is very bad, he may be in a state of stress, I think, when he wakes up, he shouldn't see us group of aggressive interrogators, but should be a doctor."

Ma Te and Strange looked at each other. Strange sighed and said: "Alright, send him to Schiller first. After his mental state calms down, ask what's going on."

"Perhaps there will be no need to ask by then." Ma Te shook his head, looked at Stark lying on the hospital bed and said: "For that doctor, the truth is not important, being useful is important."

The night in New York always falls very quickly. From the sun falling below the horizon to the light completely disappearing, it only takes a few minutes. The process of moon rising and sun setting is too short, so that many people haven't reacted yet and were shrouded in darkness.

However, since the aerial transport lines have become more and more developed, New York has finally become a city that never sleeps in the true sense. People no longer have to worry about the safety of walking at night, and nightlife is richer.

Now, the aerial transport lines have expanded to the entire New York area, including the suburban town where Arkham Asylum is located. The flying shuttles and aerial trains built have almost no noise, no exhaust emissions, are clean and pollution-free, fast, have many lines, and have perfect medical security measures, becoming the most favorite means of transport for the rich here.

And as the largest and most popular rich nursing center in New York so far, Arkham Asylum also has a central station. Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor of the inpatient center of the nursing home, you can see the flying shuttles taking off and landing on the south side.

The flying shuttles constantly taking off and landing like fireflies in the night seem to be a ship full of starlight sailing to the distance, and the brightly lit New York skyline in the distance opens its arms to accept the streamers coming from afar.

As soon as Stark woke up, he saw a white figure standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the New York skyline.

Stark was suddenly nervous, but unexpectedly, the figure turned around, pushed his glasses, and complained: "Tony, what's going on with you? How many times this month? Even if you want to test a new suit, you don't have to fall three times a month, right?"

"I..." Stark opened his mouth, but instantly, his mind was like electricity, as if thinking of something, he immediately turned his eyes to the side and said: "This is just a small experimental mistake, and I didn't fall down, just the automatic navigation system had a small problem!"

"Your small problem caused you to almost have internal organ rupture, and Ma Te said you might have had a concussion, and didn't even recognize Peter, so they sent you to me. They said you said a lot of nonsense when you were unconscious, let me check your mental state carefully."

"Yes, I was a bit dizzy at that time..." Stark paused and stammered: "I might really have a concussion, say sorry to Peter for me."

Stark saw the doctor in a white coat walk over. Stark glanced at the name tag hanging on his chest without a trace, remembered the name, and then pretended to be a bit tired and didn't continue to speak, half-closing his eyes, observing the doctor's expression silently, judging his relationship with Iron Man.

Schiller sighed lightly and said: "As your private psychologist, I must emphasize to you that Ms. Pepper has repeatedly warned me that I must notify her if you have any situation."

"No, don't! Don't tell her!" Stark said instinctively: "Absolutely don't let her know that I am so seriously injured, she will nag me for a month!"

Schiller looked at Stark helplessly and said: "Before you said you were going on a long trip, I thought you had already left. Who knew you secretly ran to test a new suit? If I help you hide it, Ms. Pepper will also deduct my salary."

"No, don't be like this, Schiller." Seeing Schiller's familiar expression and casual tone, Stark made a deduction in his mind. This doctor might be very familiar with the Iron Man of this world.

Although he didn't know why the Iron Man of this world would hire a psychologist, this was a good thing. It seemed that this doctor was on his side.

And from his words, it could be known that the Iron Man of this world seemed to have gone on a long trip, and he, a visitor from another world, could use this period of time to complete his purpose.

Schiller waved his hand and said: "You should be glad that Ms. Pepper is very busy recently, otherwise she would have already found you after you disappeared for so many hours. You run to me every time you get injured, she knows you too well."

"Please, Schiller, help me hide it from her." Stark opened his eyes wide, staring straight at Schiller with those brown eyes that were always moist. No one could refuse this look from Iron Man. Schiller sighed and said: "Alright, this is the last time, this is not within my scope of duty."

After speaking, Schiller turned around and took out a document from the cabinet next to him, and said: "This is your medical bill for this quarter. Do you sign it here, or should I send it to Stark Group?"

Stark took it without even looking, signed his name with a big stroke, handed it back to Schiller directly, then sat up with his hands supporting the bed, and said: "That, I still have something to do, I'm afraid I have to go back to Stark Group first. By the way, where is the intelligent control hub left by my suit? There are precious experimental data recorded in it, I need to take it back."

Stark flipped his hand and said: "You know, if those high-tech gadgets of the Avengers fall into the hands of others, what kind of trouble it will cause."

"Don't worry, Peter has already sent that thing back to Stark Tower."

Stark's hand holding the sheet tightened immediately, and then he heard Schiller say: "Peter said that thing was a bit broken, he tried several times but couldn't connect to Stark Tower's intelligent control system, so he put it in the lab you often go to. You can find it by going to the row of shelves on your right."

Stark breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and said: "Thank him for me, I didn't mean to roar at him before."

"You really should change your temper." Schiller stood up from the chair and said: "Last time you hit a truck and fell to me, you almost roared the nurse to tears. If Ms. Pepper knew..."

"Please, don't let her know!" Stark interrupted Schiller instinctively again: "Little Pepper will spice me to death, if the billionaire Stark dies, no one will pay you medical fees!"

Schiller showed a smile, turned back to look at him and said: "Alright, my billionaire Stark, my food and clothing parent, you are fine, you can go home. By the way, Strange just came over and said he had something to find you. I said you were still unconscious, remember to go to the Sanctum later."

Stark nodded, almost rushing out of the bed at flying speed. Schiller wrote the medical record while pointing to a door next to him, saying: "The changing room is over there, don't go the wrong way again."

Stark gave him an OK gesture, rushed into the changing room like the wind, changed into a slightly flashy suit not long after, put on a pair of sunglasses, waved at Schiller and walked out the door.

The nurses he met on the road nodded politely to him, and some patients who seemed to know Stark greeted him with a smile. Stark saw many familiar faces, so he immediately understood that this was a nursing home for the rich, and there were many such places in the suburbs of New York, and he would occasionally go there.

In fact, Stark had a natural trust in the medical profession, because when he was kidnapped to Afghanistan before, it was Dr. Yin Sen who saved him, and it seemed that this Dr. Rodriguez of this world should also be highly trusted by Iron Man.

Thinking this way, Stark walked down the stairs quickly, walked out of the gate of the nursing home building, and then he thought of a problem. Now he had no suit and didn't drive here, so how should he go back?

Stark glanced at the sky. It was already past 10 o'clock. Even him, he didn't dare to wander on the streets of New York at this time without any weapons and armament. If he wasn't careful, he would capsize in the gutter.

So, he grabbed a nurse who was walking across the square and said: "Hello, I am Stark, can you help me call a taxi?"

The nurse tilted her head and looked at him, and said with some surprise: "Oh, Mr. Stark, did your suit hit a truck again?"

Stark curled his lips in his heart. He thought, the Iron Man of this universe is really clumsy enough. The experimental accident actually became known to everyone.

But it doesn't matter, the truly great genius has come here. He should be grateful that his lab has the opportunity to receive a baptism from a real Iron Man. He will leave some results here, just as compensation for his impersonation.

He was about to open his mouth, but the nurse said with some confusion: "Call a taxi? What nonsense are you talking about? There are no taxis here for a long time... Oh, are you looking for the flying shuttle station again?"

The nurse showed an extremely helpless expression, pointed to the side and said: "Last time the head nurse said that you could get lost in a square with only one road, I didn't believe it, but I didn't expect to run into it this time... See? That road by the fence arch leads to the flying shuttle boarding center, you just walk along there!"

"I still have to deliver things, so I won't take you there. If you still can't find it, just go to the building next to it and ask the nurse."

After speaking, the nurse walked away with a stack of documents. Stark stood in place a bit dazed. He didn't understand what the "flying shuttle" the nurse said was.

Stark stood in the square and scratched his face, thinking, maybe it's the name of some special taxi company?

So, he didn't think too much and walked towards the road the nurse pointed to.

The square in the center of the nursing home has many big trees, so that the patients recuperating here can have an outdoor place to relax, so the light of the flying shuttle taking off and landing cannot shine here, but once walking out along this road, all the aerial transport facilities are clearly visible.

This place was originally the highest-standard rich area in New York, and almost all celebrities have a vacation villa here. And because of Stark's selfishness, the flying shuttle transport center in the suburbs of East New York was built next to the nursing home. During peak hours, the takeoff and landing volume can reach more than 200 flying shuttles per minute.

At night, this scene is even more shocking, because the coating on the outside of all flying shuttles will glow. When they move at full speed, there is no difference from meteors.

As soon as Stark walked out of the shade of that road, he saw countless streamers dancing above his head, as if he were in the doomsday where the universe was reversed and the stars were falling.

Standing at the end of the road, countless streamers gathered together, and the bright light made Stark almost unable to open his eyes. The shouting of disbelief echoed in the square.

"What is this? ！！！！"