Chapter 4984

Although Thunderbolt and Spider-Man are good friends, and every Spider-Man is. Don't look at the Thunderbolt of the central universe and Peter of old Earth-616 never having met, but upon meeting they hit it off immediately, chatting enthusiastically.

This situation greatly eased the tense atmosphere. Reed stroked his freshly trimmed beard, "I don't know what they're nervous about, as if I'd do something to them."

Susan nudged him with her elbow, signaling him not to speak like that. Before coming, she had already heard Carter say that this universe's Reed had caused quite a stir, his reputation wasn't great, so it's better to say less.

"You don't know what this universe's Reed has done." Franklin floated over to Reed's side and then said.

"It's just that he punched a hole in the antimatter universe, right?" Reed pursed his lips, "Inside is just a bunch of big worms, nothing else really, is it worth such a fuss?"

"You wouldn't know that." Franklin looked mysterious, "The antimatter universe of the big world here isn't just worms."

"Oh?" Reed's eyes lit up, he immediately signaled Franklin with his gaze to elaborate.

Susan pushed one with one hand, the other with the other, desperately shoving them into the hotel, pushing while giving an apologetic smile to the people around, then lowering her voice, gritting her teeth: "If you two dare discuss punching a hole in the universe here again, I'll send you back!"

"No no no." Reed hurriedly grabbed her, "We're just chatting about theoretical problems..."

"When have you ever discussed theoretical problems without ending up putting them into practice?" Susan raised her voice slightly, but fearing attention, glanced left and right, then lowered her voice: "We're here to attend a wedding, we can't disturb the newlyweds, you need to set a good example for the child..."

After exchanging pleasantries with Susan, Shiler went to greet Graham. He walked up and shook hands with Graham, a man not particularly tall but with quite solid muscles, his appearance leaning toward classic American tough guy, looking somewhat honest.

Shiler and he talked about Hal, after all he knew few pilots. Graham sighed: "I've heard of him, test pilot isn't something just anyone can be, back when I was in the Marine Corps I didn't make the cut, if it weren't for good luck, going to NASA, I might already be retired and flying civilian planes now."

"I heard you want to become first officer on a starship? How big is the chance?"

Graham let out a long sigh, shook his head and said: "Very difficult, there are several who are better than me in skill and experience, more importantly they're older too, also wanting to experience the joy of being a space pioneer in their later years, I can't really compete with them."

"If it weren't for Reed finding me, saying he could say a few good words for me, I would have already planned to give up." Graham shook his head.

"Was it Dr. Richards who approached you?" Shiler asked.

"Yeah." Graham somewhat helplessly, "You don't know him yet? One moment he's this, the next he's that, insisting other universes have the Fantastic Four, ours can't be lacking, insisting on dragging me into forming a team."

"But this does benefit me, Reed's standing in the scientific community is pivotal, space agencies worldwide value him highly, being able to interact with him makes many things easier."

"That's not the main reason, is it?" Shiler asked, "After all, you look more like the type who goes with the flow."

Graham didn't deny it either, he said: "We were classmates in middle school, after finishing middle school I joined the military, over these years I haven't had many friends, sometimes wanting to meet up with friends I don't know who to call."

"Back then we got along well in class, Reed was smart from a young age, I was considered strong among my peers, he handled the thinking, I handled the work, we coordinated quite seamlessly. After reuniting, I get along quite well with both him and his wife, why not? It's definitely better than drinking alone in frustration."

Shiler chuckled: "People always have lonely moments."

Graham grinned: "I know many people think Reed is hard to get along with, find his speech unpleasant, his thinking erratic, but I happen to not mind these, he's even willing to set aside some obsessive research interests, join me for a drink, a person lives a lifetime, what else are we seeking?"

After saying that, Graham walked toward the hotel. Shiler originally also wanted to go back, but seeing Peter and Thunderbolt walking out with arms around each other's shoulders, obviously there was more to come.

"Don't drink." Shiler called out to them, "If you get caught, I definitely won't bail you out."

"Don't worry, Professor." Peter said, "I'm not a kid anymore."

Shiler watched their receding backs. Peter is indeed not young anymore, already a professor, Thunderbolt Jonathan has basically left adolescence behind, in his greedy memories, his current job seems to be a race car driver, a star athlete, quite popular, probably won't get into trouble.

So Shiler went upstairs to rest. Although he doesn't get seasick now, today's itinerary indeed consumed considerable energy, he slept deeply, his phone rang twice at midnight but didn't wake him.

Therefore, when Carter asked him the next morning to go to the Revival Alliance headquarters, Shiler still thought it was another tour activity.

Shiler thought, if it's touring the Revival Alliance headquarters, then it should mostly be indoors, not that hot, no need for beach walks, better to wear a suit.

But the black suit looks too much like office wear, not very suitable for this weather, staying in the sun for ten minutes is already quite uncomfortable, Shiler thought it over and finally changed into a linen suit.

The color is a very subdued dark gray-blue, to avoid appearing too formal, no shirt, just a round-neck T-shirt, no need for a tie, off-white Hollywood trousers, paired with a pair of brown suede loafers, considered a common old-money outfit in Europe and America. Too bad Shiler doesn't like wearing sunglasses, otherwise wearing this he could go straight to Wimbledon.

Shiler got in the car, the car drove all the way to the Revival Alliance headquarters. It's a large building complex, the most eye-catching in the middle is a hemispherical building, Shiler just got out of the car and paused.

The accompanying agent asked: "What's wrong? Mr."

Shiler lowered his head to glance at his arm, sighed and said: "Nothing, just suddenly remembered why I don't like wearing linen suits."

Linen is light and thin, breathable, and also breaks up formal temperament well, very suitable for light vacation activities, but the only problem is it wrinkles terribly.

This fabric starts wrinkling the second it's taken off the ironing board, unless humans lose all their joints and hop around like zombies, otherwise it'll be covered in creases in no time.

The wrinkles on the arms are impossible to avoid, Shiler pulled hard on the shirt hem, ensuring no large creases remained on the clothes, then walked into the lobby.

The lobby remains spacious and bright, the main color is white, all kinds of building structures are silver metal, but to break the overly technological and monotonous feel, they also equipped many green plants.

Shiler stared at that tree in the center for a while, he wasn't sure if it was Poison Ivy's handiwork, but no matter what, it shouldn't be that universe's Pamela's creation, no need to worry about getting hit.

As for why Shiler would have such concern, it's because to boost Gotham University's environmental rating, they once purchased a batch of potted plants to decorate the teaching buildings, then as expected, all the plants would suddenly lash out at you, basically used to train students' positioning.

They took the elevator all the way, then passed through several corridors, left the main building, arrived at the rear building, twisted and turned into the office. As soon as they entered, they saw Peter Parker and Jonathan Stone standing there, one with bandages on his hand, one with gauze stuck to his head.

Shiler's head buzzed on the spot, he instinctively pulled out his phone, then saw those two missed calls he hadn't noticed, probably from two or three hours ago, the number showed Carter.

Shiler closed his eyes and sighed, if not for saying in the past life he slaughtered pigs, in this life he teaches, from the current count of people he's fished out, in the past life he must have been the manager of a large pig farm.

Carter sat in front of the desk looking at them, his posture not much different from a high school homeroom teacher. Shiler was about to say something when two people walked in from outside, one black and yellow, one black and red, it's Deathstroke and Deadpool.

These two obviously have no visible injuries, but clearly have an inseparable connection to this matter. Shiler's gaze swept across their faces, then finally turned into a sigh.

Carter seemed so angry he couldn't speak, beside him Natasha walked over, gestured at Carter with her hand, letting her go rest first. The red-haired female agent sat down, crossed her legs: "How much did you drink?"

"No... no drinks..."

Peter hurriedly gave him a look, he glanced at Natasha, this one is a real liquor demon, saying you didn't drink in front of her, that's not funny?

"Not much to drink." Peter made up for it, "Two cocktails each."

"Two cocktails and you can fight half the night? You two are quite energy-efficient." Natasha smirked, suddenly slapped the table hard, startling the four people leaning against the wall into a jump, "Damn troublemakers, whenever serious business comes up you cause trouble..."

These four also don't know how guilty they feel, they just couldn't retort, especially Thunderbolt, with his explosive temper, he should have started yelling by now.

Shiler was somewhat puzzled, so he searched his memory again, turns out he was cleaned up by Greed, that's fine. When Sister Susan was pregnant, he acted impulsively and almost hurt Susan and his nephew Franklin, he blamed himself and got angry, left home, then ran into Greed, and then nothing after that.

"Go ahead and say, what happened."

Shiler has strong resistance in this regard, basically needs to run ten or eight laps to Gotham Police Station every week, or else how would Gordon keep bringing up old cases, Shiler never talks back, angering the chief those little clever ghosts can't be fished out.

Hearing Shiler's tone soften, Peter, Thunderbolt and Deadpool these three began to exchange glances. Peter cleared his throat: "To celebrate Wade coming back, we arranged to drink at the bar... Don't look at me like that, I'm a local, I drank all that, they couldn't not drink?"

Then he looked at Shiler again: "I didn't want to drink, but the bar owner said a new batch of excellent seafood arrived, you know seafood and alcohol are a perfect match, I didn't get to eat any during the day, so I thought of setting up a small stove at night..."

"This point I definitely messed up." Peter admitted readily, Shiler couldn't help but admit, this Peter is still much more experienced than that universe's little Spider-Man, knows to take the blame first on unimportant parts when shifting responsibility, otherwise it looks too much like quibbling.

"But still that line, I'm a local, the no-drinking rule doesn't apply to me. Then I thought since Wade is a modified person, he's unlikely to get drunk, so even if we two get drunk, he can send us back, I even told him the hotel location in advance, there shouldn't have been any trouble originally."

"What went wrong then?" Shiler pressed, drawing Natasha's frequent sideways glances, that gaze seemed to say "You can even tolerate this?"