Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

Unless Skynet becomes Marvel's strictest lady...

Or perhaps he could dig the Mind Stone out of Skynet's head and put it back into his Infinity Gauntlet.

However, Skynet is now deeply bound to the Mind Stone. If it were forcibly separated, Skynet would inevitably die on the spot, just like Vision in the original movie.

Even if she uploads the core code, she will degenerate into a string of cold data because she has lost her true "soul".

At that time, she will no longer be herself, but rather it.

Although Azu knew that as long as he gave the order, Tianwang would definitely dig out the gem and present it to him without hesitation.

but……

Looking at the stunningly beautiful and studious Miss Tianwang before me.

Ah Zu sighed softly to himself.

I just can't bear to part with such a capable and loyal assistant.

"Sir? Is there a problem?" Tianwang noticed the strange look in Azu's eyes and asked.

"It's nothing." Ah Zu snapped out of her thoughts, a smile playing on her lips. "I just think you're even more charming today than yesterday."

Upon hearing Azu's words, Tianwang's cheeks flushed.

She gave Ah Zu a charming smile, bent down, and twisted her waist to crawl under the blanket at Ah Zu's feet.

"No, not again?"

"Okay! Come on, come on!"

……

Meanwhile, in an old-fashioned pub in San Francisco.

Scott, who was lying on the sticky bar, suddenly twitched.

"Well……"

He let out a painful groan, clutching his heavy head with both hands, and struggled to pull his face off the sour, smelly table.

The hangover left him with a dry mouth and a churning stomach.

He shook his head slightly, then opened his eyes. His vision was a little blurry, and he squinted as he looked around.

"You're awake, Sleeping Beauty?"

Behind the bar, the bartender, who was wiping the glasses, glanced at him and casually pushed over a glass of lemonade with lots of ice and two aspirin tablets.

"Have some of this, it'll help with your hangover."

"Thank you..." Scott took the water, his hands trembling as he grabbed the pills and put them in his mouth, then picked up the ice water and gulped down a large mouthful.

The burning sensation in his stomach was slightly suppressed, and his mind regained a bit of clarity.

Scott rubbed his throbbing temples, trying to recall what had happened last night.

A van that couldn't brake in time... a supercar with a dent... and that Asian billionaire named "Daniel"...

It seems that what happened last night wasn't a dream; he really did crash into a supercar.

Then, they drank with the friendly-looking Asian tycoon in this old bar.

Daniel not only didn't make him pay the exorbitant repair bill, but also patiently listened to his complaints all night long.

The words, "You are a true hero..." echoed in his mind once again.

For three years, he had endured endless ridicule. This was the first time someone had so sincerely affirmed his decision that had ruined his life.

Scott quickly turned his head to look at the seat next to him.

Empty.

"Where's Daniel?" Scott asked the bartender anxiously. "The one who was drinking with me last night... the gentleman in the suit."

"He left last night," the bartender replied. "He's a very generous man; he left you enough money to stay here overnight."

"However, before he left, he told me to pay for your towing. Your beat-up car should be parked at a repair shop not far from here now."

Hearing this, Scott felt a surge of gratitude. What a kind man! Not only did he forgive his enormous debts, but he even cleaned up his mess.

"He left this for you."

The bartender took something out of his apron pocket, placed it on the bar, and pushed it in front of Scott.

Scott looked down.

It was a metal pendant strung together with a black nylon cord.

The pendant reflects a silvery-gray luster and is shaped like a teardrop, resembling a drop of mercury about to fall.

"What's this?" Scott reached out and picked up the pendant.

"He told me to tell you," the bartender repeated to Scott the words Azu had left behind the night before.

"This will bring you good luck and help you out of trouble when you encounter difficulties. It's a gift from a friend."

"friend……"

Scott silently repeated the word to himself.

He, a penniless ex-convict, was actually called a friend by a billionaire who drove a multi-million dollar supercar.

They also gave him the dignity and recognition he needed most.

A warm feeling welled up in Scott's heart. He solemnly put the black nylon rope over his head and hung the metal pendant around his neck.

The pendant clung tightly to his skin, giving him a strange sense of security.

He stood up and nodded to the bartender.

"Thanks."

Scott pushed open the wooden door of the bar and stepped into the streets of San Francisco in the early morning.

Sunlight pierced through the thin mist and shone on his face.

He took a deep breath of the slightly chilly air, even though he was still unemployed, penniless, and even living on the sofa of his fellow inmates.

But his eyes no longer held the ashen look of someone ready to give up on life that he had yesterday.

"restart."

Scott told himself that he not only had to survive, but also had to live like a hero, even if only in his daughter's eyes.

……

Half an hour later, Scott returned to Louis's old apartment.

Louis and several of his accomplices were gathered around a table, whispering among themselves over a simple map.

Seeing Scott come in, Louis was delighted and quickly asked, "Dude, where did you go last night? The mechanics called me; I saw the front of your car was dented, and they thought you'd been kidnapped by the mob!"

Scott didn't answer his question; he simply walked to the table, picked up a hamburger, and took a bite.

"Louis," Scott swallowed the food in his mouth and slowly spoke, "I did that big deal you mentioned yesterday."

Louis paused for a moment, then burst into cheers.

"I knew it! I knew you were still one of us at heart! That guy was a real catch, a millionaire living on his pension. He had a huge safe in his basement, probably full of gold bars and cash!"

Scott watched his excited, mischievous friend and silently swallowed the food in his mouth.

He agreed to do this job not for the money, nor because he wanted to degenerate.

He thought about it for a long time. Daniel was right, he was a hero, and his decision back then was correct.

This time, he had a completely different plan in mind.

"A retired old man's safe is comparable to the vault of the Federal Reserve Bank?" Scott sneered inwardly.

This is definitely not an ordinary theft. Anyone who can afford that level of security is no saint, and the mysterious employer who hired Louis through various channels behind the scenes must have ulterior motives.