Chapter 2942

After thinking for about three minutes, Tim reached a conclusion—his big brother might be an idiot.

Even if Dick was considered smart before, he was basically an idiot after meeting Raven; love-brained people can be fatal.

But it doesn't matter; Tim has other ways; he called Aisha.

Aisha was originally following Dick and Raven, but she felt that the two of them were too clingy; she had recently been accompanying others to watch horror movies at a cinema near the asylum.

That's right, she can also absorb the fear of others when they watch horror movies; although it's not much, it's enough to fill the gaps in her teeth.

Of course, she is still a child; even if she bought a ticket, people wouldn't let her go in alone, so she always sneaks in.

The timing of Tim's call to her was just right; the movie ended, she was just about to run out, the phone rang, and she was also caught by the staff.

Taking advantage of the staff's lack of attention, she slipped out quickly and complained to the other end of the phone: "What can't wait until later? I was almost caught?"

Now, as long as she doesn't encounter very urgent matters, Aisha's communication ability is no problem, and she has also learned to hide the abnormalities of her teeth and eyes, looking no different from an ordinary little girl.

"Do me a favor, Aisha," Tim said. "Help me go to Arkham Asylum to check..."

To be fair, Aisha's ability to act is quite good; not long after, Tim got what he wanted to check, but unfortunately, there were obviously no important clues in it, and Schiller wouldn't put important medical records on the surface, so he didn't find anything.

Tim thought about it; the fact that S. H. I. E. L. D. has contact with the KGB is actually more serious than S. H. I. E. L. D. having contact with Hydra; they will certainly hide it tightly and will not reveal flaws so easily.

So it is difficult to have results starting from this angle, just like knocking on the hardest part of metal; as a newcomer with no foundation, Tim knew that he could not break it no matter what.

Then change the way of thinking: whether it is S. H. I. E. L. D., the KGB, Hydra, or the Avengers, if there is no major chaos, it must be restricted by a more powerful organization.

Tim believes that the KGB must also have been suppressed by that organization; otherwise, with their desperate spirit, the situation would not be like this now.

So rather than checking how the KGB is doing, it is better to investigate who suppressed the KGB.

Tim's purpose of investigation returned to the starting point, which is to figure out what this organization that overrides all organizations is.

This must be a secret organization; ordinary people don't know, and even ordinary agents among these forces don't know; perhaps only the top few people know of its existence.

It sounds a bit like the Freemasons, but Tim knows that the Freemasons' energy has been exaggerated; at least the Wei En Group can completely ignore them, but this mysterious organization that overrides several major organizations may not be; being able to suppress the Avengers proves that it has its own extraordinary features.

Since it is impossible for ordinary people to know the existence of this organization, it must be checked from the upper levels; Tim thought about it: if he were to find a person most likely to be a member of this organization, he would say Tony Stark.

Just flipping through the news on his phone, one knows how much contribution Stark has made to the solar system development plan and the human march into the universe; he is the top human in this world, so there must be a place for him in the top organization.

Tim made a call to the Stark Group, but the Stark Group staff told him that their boss had already gone to Los Angeles with their boss's wife to prepare for their wedding.

Tim took a look and found that there were only five days left before Stark's wedding; he should be dizzy with busyness now.

Previously, Tim had obtained Stark's private contact information from Schiller; he tried to send a message to Stark and soon received a reply; Stark invited him to the villa in Beverly Hills for a detailed talk.

After going there, Tim found that Stark was actually not busy, because most of the work had been completed in the early stages; their wedding had been prepared for so long and was not prepared in vain; besides filming a documentary, they had actually done some real work.

Pepper's postpartum confinement time was too long, and she was suffocated, so now she has taken the child out shopping again; Stark stayed behind to handle some work for the Stark Group.

When Tim arrived, Stark was wearing glasses and looking at blueprints in the study; although it was just a study, because the villa was too big, it looked like a plaza.

Behind and beside Stark were two huge floor-to-ceiling windows; outside the window, one could see the bustling traffic of the West Coast; near dusk, the clouds were pressing very low, and it was about to rain.

Tim sat on the sofa in front of the window, waiting for Stark to finish his work; after about a few minutes, Stark put down the things in his hand, took off his glasses, and yawned.

He stood up, walked to the opposite sofa, straightened his legs, raised his arms to stretch, took a pillow from the side and pounded it twice, and then said: "What were you going to do?"

"Just have some questions to ask." Tim instinctively wanted to get coffee, but suddenly remembered that this was not Wei En Manor and there was no diligent old butler to serve a cup of hot coffee at any time.

"If you want coffee, pour it yourself," Stark said sleepily. "I don't have time to serve you young masters."

"You don't look like you slept very well."

"You judged that wrong, great detective; I didn't sleep at all last night."

"Why?"

"Little Morgan didn't know why she suddenly spit up milk, which gave us both a fright; we waited for the private doctor for three hours, and then patted and coaxed her until dawn before she was better."

"You are a good father," Tim said. "My father couldn't tell so many details about my growth when I was young; it was always my mother and aunt talking; although he said he was busy with business, I don't think he was busier than you and Bruce."

Stark regained a little spirit and said: "Bruce has a child?"

And then suddenly he reacted: "Oh, Aisha is his daughter; honestly, it's hard to imagine he would choose to get married and have children so early."

"He didn't get married, but I've heard some stories about him and Selina raising Aisha; if you knew their situation at the time, you would feel that your current encounter is nothing."

Stark was even more interested; he leaned his body forward, supported his arms on his knees, and said: "Tell me in detail."

Tim was the last one to arrive, but due to his sensitivity to information—that is, his gossip ability—he was the one who knew the most about the past of Bruce and Selina.

He began to slowly talk about how the two of them met, how they suddenly had a child, how they were turned upside down and physically and mentally exhausted by Aisha, who was inhuman at the time, but finally completed the running-in of a family of three.

Stark listened and felt empathy from time to time, laughing loudly, and said: "If it were before I had a child, I could hardly imagine how there could be such a little devil in the world, but in fact, I feel like I'm about to enter this kind of life too."

"There are still a few years," Tim said pretentiously. "At least until she can run all over the floor."

"No, no, no, you don't know," Stark shook his head and said: "Little Morgan has superpowers; she can fly before she can walk."

"Then it's over; you don't have many days of peace left."

"Who says it isn't?" Stark made a face on purpose and said: "Her mother is a strong woman; it seems I have to learn gymnastics performance."

Tim also laughed; he found that Iron Man was not as serious as he imagined; he actually thought Tony Stark would be a very serious elder, but now he looks more like a childish ghost.

Tim knows very well how to please such people; after using children as a topic to cut in, they talked about Stark's technological achievements.

Tim is not a tech geek; his talents are more inclined to business and politics; although his scientific research ability is also good, he lacks the focus and inspiration of scientists.

Because of this, he can see the shining scientific wisdom in Stark's personality and thus determine that Tony Stark is a purer scientist than Bruce.

The more they talked, the happier they became; Stark seemed to have not discussed technical issues with others for a long time; there were not many people who had the confidence to talk to him professionally, and even fewer who could understand.

But Tim is the kind of student that teachers would like; he is very smart, understands at a single point, and even if there are places he doesn't understand, he can always ask at the right point.

There is very little rain in Los Angeles; it only rains a few times in the winter season; this year's rain came a little earlier; after a few muffled thunders in the sky, the rain fell.

It seemed that the temperature was not low enough; when the cold rain fell on the ground, it would fog up; not long after, the city outside the window was shrouded in a mist; Stark pressed the button on the remote control, and the window closed.

The stone fireplace with retro decoration on the side is a fake fireplace; Stark pressed a button, the fire burned, and the room began to warm up, but in fact, what provided the temperature was the central air conditioning.

Stark went to the island in the kitchen on the side, and after a while, he brought a cup of hot coffee to Tim; Tim took a sip and let out a sigh of praise: "Sure enough, the coffee here tastes more modern, not as retro as Wei En Manor."

"What were you going to ask?"

"An organization... an existence that overrides all organizations."

"Organization?"

"Yes, Steve said it was a secret, so I came to ask you."

"Good eye, kid; his brain has rusted from being an agent; there are not so many secrets in this world, especially for you."

"So you're going to tell me?"

"I can only tell you what I know, but in fact, I don't know much," Stark shook his head and said. "Most of it is written in science textbooks."

"It's not a technical issue," Tim said. "I just want to know if you have a secret organization that controls the world; if so, what is this organization called? How does it operate?"

Stark's movements paused slightly, then he nodded and said: "There is indeed, but it might be a little different from what you think; why did you think of checking this?"

"Because I found that the struggle between S. H. I. E. L. D., the FBI, and Hydra was controlled within a reasonable range..." Tim explained a little, then said: "As for the root cause, I guess I'm just curious."

Stark suddenly looked up at him.

Tim was a little creeped out by his stare; after a long while, Stark withdrew his gaze and said: "You look a bit anxious; you are eager to do something, right?"

Tim blocked his mouth with a coffee cup and said: "Is it that obvious?"

"It's not that obvious, it's just that I've seen it too many times when looking in the mirror."

"Alright, it is a bit; the universe I'm in might have some big moves soon; I want to take some measures; I think your universe has some places to learn from."

"You also want to build an organization that controls the world?"

"This is a long-term goal; can you tell me now?"

"Alright, this organization is called... the Illuminati."