Dr. Helen Cho held the medicinal balm, using her fingertips to dab a small amount and gently apply it to Hong Fei's legs. Hong Fei lay on a chair; his legs from the knees to the ankles, specifically the skin over his shins, were bruised black and blue, and there was also bruising on the bones of his hands.
This was the consequence of pitting a flesh-and-blood body directly against the Iron Man Armor. Dr. Helen Cho meticulously and gently applied the ointment. After wiping her hands clean, she sat down beside him and softly complained, "Why do you insist on using your own body to collide with the Iron Man Armor? Doesn't that Ivan have an armor?
You could clearly make one for yourself; why are you so resistant to it?" Hong Fei shook his head. "I'm not resistant to armor; it's just that there's no need right now. When the time comes to wear it, I will definitely be more eager than anyone else." "So you came back covered in injuries?" "This is nothing; it will heal in a few days.
The only thing it reminds me of is that I am not strong enough yet." Of course, analyzing the practical results, it was already quite good; an ordinary person wouldn't even be able to make the armor budge, even with a full-force strike. Dr. Helen Cho hugged Hong Fei's arm, resting her chin on his arm, and looking at the back of his hand, she said, "I have some ideas, but I need time."
Hong Fei raised an eyebrow. "What?" "Your equipment." Dr. Helen Cho explained, "You don't like the Iron Man Armor, and you don't like tight-fitting outfits, yet you need it to be somewhat form-fitting. So, I have no choice but to find a way to synthesize new materials. The laboratory's nanotechnology needs a breakthrough, so I need time." A warmth spread through Hong Fei's heart.
This woman really made one want to pour money into her research more and more. He gently lifted her chin with one hand, and their eyes met. "I thought you would tell me not to do these things." Dr. Helen Cho's cheeks flushed slightly. "Your choices naturally have their reasons. I don't think you are a purely bad person." "Wilson Fisk?" "Mm." "Then you're quite right."
Although a not-so-pure bad person is still a bad person, rephrasing it makes it more acceptable. The phrase "I am a good person" is for outsiders; Hong Fei knew exactly what he was like. For two intimate people, being honest and open with each other is the best state, after all, they know each other's roots. "By the way, how is your research progressing?" "Very smoothly.
The emergence of problems is unavoidable; as long as it's not a fundamental error, it's not a big issue." Hong Fei nodded slightly. "I really don't understand your research, as long as you have a handle on it, that's fine. Do you need money?" Perhaps because he changed the subject too quickly, Dr. Helen Cho didn't react for a moment.
She froze for a few seconds before saying, "The funds from last time haven't been spent yet..." Hong Fei frowned. "Spend it faster, otherwise I have no motivation to make money." This was the honest truth. Dr. Helen Cho could only smile wryly and say, "I'll do my best then." The next day. After breakfast, Dr.
Helen Cho returned to the studio, and Hong Fei sat in front of the fireplace and summoned Ivan. Ivan's long hair covered half his cheek, his gray beard was very messy, and his expression wasn't very good. Without a doubt, his revenge plan had failed. Tony was not dead, and Rhodes and Pepper were unharmed. Hong Fei didn't offer any comfort; instead, he asked, "How old are you?" Ivan remained silent.
"Judging by your appearance, you should be older than Tony Stark, maybe over forty? But I feel like you're at least eighty or ninety, otherwise, you wouldn't be unable to understand or remember what I've said." Ivan stared fixedly at the fire, turning a deaf ear to Hong Fei's words. "I said, do not expose yourself under any circumstances.
But you almost let Justin Hammer reveal your identity, and you created an animated face, spoke with your own voice, and brought up things from forty years ago. What, do you think no one can figure out who you are?" "Forty years ago, your father's expulsion was no secret; many people in S.H.I.E.L.D. know about it.
He participated in the initial reactor design, and you, in Russia, are certainly not some unknown figure. I can guarantee that everyone in S.H.I.E.L.D. now clearly knows your identity." "Tell me, what do you want to do?" Ivan slowly turned his head and stared straight at Hong Fei. "I want him to die." Hong Fei asked back without hesitation, "Then why did you expose yourself?"
"Am I not allowed to speak?" Ivan's cheek twitched; it was clear he was a bit angry. Hong Fei said categorically, "No!" Ivan took a deep breath. "If your goal is to kill, then the best way right now is to not let the other party know who you are, because relying solely on your own abilities, you simply don't have what it takes." "You think you're very smart?"
"He is smarter than you; otherwise, what have you been doing all these years, and what has he been doing?" "Last night, you had a one-on-one duel, you had the initiative, but you still lost. If it weren't for me, you would already be dead!" Whoosh! Ivan stood up abruptly, eyes wide with rage. "His family stole my father's things, I will definitely kill him!" "You actually believe that?
Was your father's name the only one on the reactor blueprints?" Ivan strode forward, shouting loudly, "Are you insulting my father?!" Not far away, Samuel, holding a tablet, stood up, his eyes darting between Hong Fei and Ivan. Hong Fei remained calm and composed. "I am not insulting him; I am stating facts. You are not a child; you should clearly know the reason in your heart.
The expulsion started from a disagreement. They might have been collaborators, but certainly, no one was a thief." "You're lying!" Ivan flew into a rage instantly, lunging forward and reaching out to choke Hong Fei by the neck. "Are you crazy?" Samuel roared, throwing down the computer as his Psychic Power surged forth. But he was still a step too slow.
Hong Fei struck; though moving later, he arrived first. He grabbed Ivan's wrist and twisted hard, the sound of bones dislocating clicked, then he raised his leg, his foot connecting squarely with Ivan's chin. The hundred-plus-pound body flew backward into the air, and after falling, the chair was smashed to pieces, and he curled up tightly in pain. "Lock him up.
Release him only when he has figured it out. If he can't figure it out, then never let him out." "Yes, boss." Samuel acknowledged, hurriedly beckoned a few people over, and dragged Ivan down to the basement. In the evening, Hong Fei knocked Jessica unconscious for who knows the how-many-eth time, but the skill card he was longing for still did not drop.
If this were a villain, he might have already killed her. Fortunately, with a daily beating, his energy limit was slowly climbing, which was better than nothing. Returning home, Samuel was already waiting at the door. Upon seeing Hong Fei, he hurried up, clutching the tablet, "Boss, Mr. Frank is looking for you." Hong Fei took the tablet and looked at Frank's face. "What, you saw the TV too?
I didn't deliberately not call you, you can't fly anyway, it would be useless if you went." Frank shook his head, his expression solemn. "I'm in Tokyo." Hong Fei's brows twitched. "Speak." Frank: "I found a leader of The Hand, but there are a lot of them." "Are you afraid of there being too many people?" Frank: "Not just that, I also discovered another different organization.
They are enemies of The Hand, but they aren't good people either. The situation now is that they are both looking for me." "What did you do?" "That's not important!" Frank asked with a dark face, "Are you coming or not?" "I'm coming!"