Chapter 195: Saving Social Death Requires a Bigger Social Death

In the afternoon, Johnson sat on the edge of the cliff, looking at the snow-capped peaks below, trying to calm his spirit, which was still constantly fluctuating. This time, the Magician potion was completely digested. As long as he waited for his spirit to stabilize, he could take the next sequence of potions.

"Sorry, almost caused you to have a problem." Frank walked over from behind and sat down beside Johnson.

"What are you saying, being so sentimental." Johnson gave Frank the middle finger. "The only thing you did wrong was not bringing me a mask."

"A mask?" Frank was a bit puzzled.

Johnson took out his phone, opened the address book, and showed it to Frank. It was full of dense call records. "Tony, Blade, and the others all called to ask me if that was the latest performance art. I truly have no fuck to say."

Frank scratched his hair awkwardly. At that time, he hadn't considered these things, only thinking about bringing Johnson to the Ancient One quickly to see if there were any other problems hidden that they couldn't discover.

"Did you look at the group chat? They are all discussing what new nickname to give me." Johnson covered his face. His lifelong reputation was ruined in one go.

"Hmm, if it's just this, I do have a way to help you divert their attention." Frank said, calling up a video from his phone.

In the video, Tony Stark, who had drunk too much Joy Potion, was in a state of emotional loss of control. The words he said, the things he wanted to do, and the expressions on his face were all completely different from his normal self.

"Good guy, a social death video? Quick, send it to me directly, I want the high-definition version." Johnson looked at the scene in the video where Tony wanted to ask Yinsen to hire a bunch of models to dance on his grave and said immediately.

"No problem, let alone high-definition, I even have 4K here." Frank laughed. He had originally collected this thing for fun, but now there was no other way; he could only sacrifice Tony's image a bit.

After receiving the video, Johnson opened the chat group, ignored the various discussions about himself flooding the screen, and silently uploaded the video.

Instantly, the chat group fell silent. A few minutes later, an even more violent screen-flooding arrived.

Tony Stark: "This is slander! This is forgery! Lawyer's letter warning! The legal department of Stark Industries Group is watching you!"

Yinsen: "Actually... Tony, not everyone is like you, having such a strong interest in this aspect, but thank you for your concern anyway."

Ivan Vanko: "Meaningless emotions, clearly, this proves from the side that I am the one who is right. Emotion is one of the important factors affecting progress. Tony, resign yourself, otherwise, the mecha will have to be named Clown."

Tony Stark: "You are dreaming!"

Blade: "Sure enough, you are the one who plays fancy. Old driver, take me with you in the future."

Immediately after, a series of repetitions from various superheroes flooded Blade's sentence for several screens.

The next second, Frank's phone rang. It was Tony Stark's call.

Frank and Johnson exchanged glances for a second and pressed the answer button.

'Beep... beep, beep, beep...'

A series of sounds that could be censored throughout were transmitted from the speaker. The two people on the scene could imagine the expression on Tony Stark's face behind the screen.

Fortunately, in the end, after signing a non-proliferation agreement, Tony Stark let Frank off the hook. It was close, just that close, Tony was about to let Jarvis check all of Frank's historical records to find his social death moment.

After hanging up Tony's call, Rogers's call came through.

"Hey, Rogers, what's the matter?" Frank said.

"Are you free now? Can you trouble yourself to help do something?" Rogers's voice on the other side was a bit exhausted. Everyone was stretched too tight in dealing with the space fleet; otherwise, today's social death video wouldn't have had such a heated reaction.

"Free is free, what's the matter? Did a new supervillain appear?" Frank asked.

"No, it's about Thor. Jane sent a message to Blade saying that Thor has been mysterious recently and doesn't know where he got a lot of money, and his life has suddenly become wealthy. I hope you can find time to go take a look." Rogers sighed long and said.

"He went to rob?!" Frank felt terrible. A prince from someone else's place came over, and as a result, under the influence of the Earth environment, he turned into a robber. If this were said out loud, would the Earth people still have any face?

"That's not to that extent. Jarvis checked his source of funds; it's mainly fund transactions on the dark web. He seems to be the party providing services, and the other party's information went through the Emotional Deep Web, so we can't find out who is behind it." Rogers explained.

Frank hesitated for two seconds and threw out another idea. "He... wouldn't be going to be kept by a rich woman, or going to shoot a two-person small movie."

"We haven't discovered it for the time being, it shouldn't be, so I want to trouble you to go take a look." Rogers's words didn't deny the possibility of Frank's conjecture. "Everyone is now involved in various projects and can't spare their hands, and S. H. I. E. L. D. is in the reorganization and review stage. Considering Thor's identity, so..."

"No need to say more, I'll go take a look in a while." Frank agreed. One person's social death is at most friends having fun, but if a whole planet social deaths, it's really hard to hold back.

Moreover, if not handled well, this would seriously affect the diplomatic relationship between Earth and Asgard. At that time, the already heavy situation would fear to be worse.

"Trouble you, I have something else here, so I'll go get busy." Rogers said and hung up the phone.

Frank, who put away the phone, was still numb. He looked at Johnson, and Johnson waved his hand at him.

"You go, don't worry about me. Where else on Earth is safer than here?" Johnson said a truth. "Just right, the matter of the Strange Tale world also needs to be delayed for two days before making a decision. By the way, Thor should still be in New York?"

Frank nodded.

"Then remember to stop by and see Peter. He's also about to advance in school. Last time I took him to visit the university, he just ate a tea break and was forced to leave." Johnson recalled and said. "It's been a while since I've seen him."

"Alright, do you want to bring him any gifts?" Frank also quite liked that child with a strong sense of justice.

"Hmm..." Johnson thought for a while. "You go over there and see first. Aunt May told me privately once that the gifts sent were too expensive and not very suitable."

"Didn't Peter tell Aunt May that the helmet was only a few hundred dollars?" Frank continued to ask. Actually, if it weren't for Peter having another identity as Spider-Man, they wouldn't have sent such expensive things. It wasn't because of the difference in status, but because they believed in Peter's self-control and also believed in Spider-Man's self-control.

If he really wanted to get some money and do some undisciplined things, they wouldn't even need to take action. Peter himself could easily zero-dollar purchase by relying on his own abilities, and in all likelihood, outsiders wouldn't discover it.

"Aunt May isn't stupid. She checked the original price online herself and knew it was impossible. No matter how much it was discounted, it wouldn't be just a few hundred dollars." Johnson responded with a smile.

"Also, that's fine, then you rest, contact by phone if there's anything, I'll go first." Frank waved his hand and said. ===== CHAPTER 196 =====