Chapter 2683

Schiller looked at the mess on the ground speechlessly.

The Schiller in the tower looked at Greed speechlessly.

"Why look at me?" Greed said unhappily: "I just said let the pathological go up. How did I know which one went up? And usually it's not the pursuit or something? Who knows he would go out."

Everyone moved their eyes to the face of Superego. Superego said: "Why look at me? The one responsible for managing the elevator is Self."

"You said let the pathological come up." Self said: "If I have permission, I will naturally let it go. Do I pick which one?"

"Don't shirk responsibility." Pride said: "The problem now is what to do. I said that the pathological can't come up on Marvel. They can't accept it at all. Now it's good, Stark won't be stimulated to have a good or bad?"

Greed looked out again, looking at the fish jumping around, somewhat helplessly said: "I just wanted to vent my anger. Now that it's done, let's think about how to solve it."

"This is your territory, of course you find a way to solve it." Superego said mercilessly: "Hurry back to work. If you are late, there will be no salvation."

Greed had no choice but to climb up resignedly.

Looking at so many messy corpses, Greed felt that it was not a thing to just leave them there. He thought about it, and still stacked the corpses with gray fog. This looked less like many red fish, but like a complete red whale.

Regardless of the complaints of the Schillers in the tower, Greed quickly cleaned up the crime scene, threw the Stark who had fainted to the entrance of the factory, and looked at Howard who hurried over, Schiller slowly made up his mind.

Stark was carried into the ambulance. The police poured in, shouted God and rushed out again, vomiting all over the door. Howard wanted to go in and take a look, but was stopped, so he had to take Maria to the hospital.

Stark woke up, but soon fell asleep again. Howard looked worried, walked out of the ward and closed the door. On the way to the smoking area, he saw a small figure.

That figure just stared at him. Howard couldn't help but slow down his pace. He was unconsciously attracted by those focused gray eyes.

"Who are you?" Howard walked over and squatted down, looking at this little boy and said: "Why are you here? Where are your parents?"

"You should know me." The little boy said: "I ran away that day, so you haven't seen me."

Howard didn't know what he was talking about for a while. The little boy said: "My adoptive parents are Hamilton."

Howard understood. He looked at the little boy and said: "You don't go home so late? They will be worried."

"No, they won't. They are more worried about Tony Stark now."

Howard blinked his eyes with some doubt, suddenly his face froze. He wasn't a fool, and naturally associated with something.

"Don't guess, it's just like this." The little boy said to him: "My adoptive parents invited Tony to be a guest at my home. They knew which road he was going to take, and the people who hijacked Tony were also arranged by them."

Howard pressed the little boy's shoulder abruptly and said: "Are you Schiller? The child we wanted to adopt that day?"

"It's me." Schiller nodded and said: "Do you know why I didn't go with you?"

"Why?"

"Because you are a person who must die." Schiller didn't care how shocking this words were coming from a child. Anyway, even when he was a child, he wasn't an ignorant child, or rather, his current state was closer to his childhood.

Howard looked at him blankly. Schiller said: "Choosing Hydra as adoptive parents is better than choosing a dead person. Too many people want your life."

"Tell me what's going on." Howard looked at Schiller's eyes, but suddenly remembered that he couldn't give a child such great pressure, so he said: "Don't be afraid, I will help you deal with the bad guys. You just tell me what's going on."

"No, you can't deal with them, you will die." Schiller tilted his head and looked at him and said: "Hamilton cooperated with a person named Garrett in Hydra to kidnap Tony in order to climb up in Hydra."

"They thought I didn't understand anything and didn't make precautions at home. At the same time, I got the contact information of another group of Hydra that had been in contact with them. Through network communication, I told those people about Garrett's plan."

"Did you save Tony?"

"I was just saving myself." Schiller's tone was calm, unlike a child. Howard also found this point, but he had no time to worry about it now. He heard Schiller continue to say to him: "My adoptive parents are two idiots. They didn't see that Garrett wouldn't keep them alive for too long. Anyway, they were going to silence them. Killing one more child didn't matter."

"I came to find you because although you are also bound to die, at least you can save me now, and if you save me, I also have a way to save you."

Howard stared at his eyes, feeling that this was too absurd, but soon Schiller showed him evidence.

Actually, there was nothing important. They were all communication records of Hydra and Congress collected by Ultron on the internet. Although surveillance equipment was not so developed in this era, traces could still be found.

"They didn't move against you now because you didn't show enough value. But you know you will. You will develop more and more high-tech weapons, and even develop disruptive technology. Now they just kidnapped Tony to test you. What about when that time comes?"

Howard's face became very bad. He knew his own affairs. The bionic robot technology recently had made Congress drool. They sent all kinds of lobbyists just to find out the truth.

He thought about dealing with them, but didn't expect that Hydra had long wanted to move against him. If he continued like this, Congress's hypocritical mask couldn't be worn for a few days. Once the technology made a breakthrough, they would definitely not give up until they got the core technology.

What should he do at that time? What could he do?

Howard desperately found that he had no way. He couldn't resist the joint attack of two such terrifying behemoths on him. He could only choose to rely on one side.

But would there be a good result if he relied on it? Whether it was Hydra or Congress, they just wanted to squeeze his value. Once there was no value, the family of three would have to die.

Their ending was verified two days later. The Hamiltons died, shot twice by the gangsters who rushed into the house, and the house was also burned by a fire.

Howard hurried back to the manor and saw Schiller fiddling with the computer in Stark's room.

"Now you believe it, right?" Schiller lowered his eyes and said: "Whether it is resistance or cooperation, you have no good end."

Howard looked at him with some doubt and said: "Why do you understand so much?"

"This is something that a normal person can think of." Schiller pointed to his brain and said: "Some people's brains develop in the direction of science and technology, while others develop in my direction."

"What direction are you?"

"Of course it is struggle." Schiller said: "Whether you believe it or not, I can see through the thoughts of many people, which allows me to judge the path of development of things well, and also allows me to fight for a way of life in all dead ends, just like now."

Howard didn't ask further, because he knew that he was facing countless dead ends now, and he couldn't see where the way of life was at all.

He took a deep breath, looked at Schiller and said: "I promised your request, brought you here and saved your life. Then as you said, you can also save me. The key is to save Tony and Maria, right?"

"Of course, but you must do as I say."

Howard saw the little boy in front of him put his hand behind him, but didn't know where he took something out.

"What is this?" Howard looked at the thing handed to his hand. It looked like a very precise model, the structure was very wonderful, and could even be called fantastic.

"Oh, wait, how does this thing... I mean it, it shouldn't be a machine that can run... but... no, it can, this structure is actually..."

Howard almost immediately fell into thinking, and the thing Schiller handed him was the Ark Reactor model he asked Stark for at the beginning.

In the next few days, Howard had been obsessed with studying this model. Although this model was made by Stark and restored as much as possible, the model was a model, and there was still a certain gap in the structure from the actual Ark Reactor.

However, at the beginning, Bruce relied on this model to create the Ark Reactor out of thin air. Howard should also be able to.

A few days later, Schiller went to the laboratory and saw the bearded Howard. He held the model with a worried face and said: "No, there is some key I didn't grasp. Just having this thing can't be started. This is completely unreasonable..."

"I'm afraid you can't research it alone." Schiller said pointedly.

"Impossible!" Howard roared: "As long as you give me a few more days, as long as..."

"As long as you give a few more days, Tony and Maria will be in danger." Schiller said: "You are not an agent head, and your side is not as airtight as you think. You know that once the power of this thing is discovered by others, you might be able to research it. Do you think they will do?"

Howard swallowed his saliva. A painful expression appeared on his face, obviously weighing. After a long time, he put down the model in his hand somewhat dejectedly and said: "I know my talent is not enough. If it were Tony, he would definitely be able to do it, but his mental state is not good now... say it, what do you want me to do?"

"First of all, Tony will be discharged from the hospital soon. I don't want him to see me, so I want to change to a place to stay. The laboratory is not bad. Secondly, you have to find a research partner. I know a person. Do you want to see him?"

Howard bypassed the table and walked to the computer where Schiller was. He saw a photo appearing on the computer screen. The person on it was dressed completely differently from ordinary Americans. Below the photo was a string of words—"Anton Vanko, Soviet physicist".