Druid of Marvel

Chapter 52: Will You Look Down On Me?

The whole scene, the one-sided carnage ended quickly.

Alvin ignored the smashed machine gun, did not stop the car, rushed out a long way, and drove to Stark, who had fallen like a dog.

Deliberately holding a digital camera, he ran into the cave, wanting to go to the place where Iron Man was born, and take a few photos.

When he arrived at the gate of the prison, he also saw the black leader who appeared in the movie. Now Stark used his shield to make an abstract painting with him and hung it on the rock wall in the cave.

After taking a few photos in the prison, Alvin slowly walked out of the cave to see his school’s big sponsor, Mr. Stark.

He discovered from afar that Stark, who fell down before, had not yet gotten up. Alvin, who felt something was wrong, hurried over.

It was horrible!

At this moment, Mr. Stark touched his head with his right leg in a completely unnatural position. The right hand holding the shield was also twisted strangely. Looking at the exoskeleton on his body, smoke was coming from all the connections, obviously, something was wrong.

Another unlucky thing was that the physicist Dr. Yinsen was being held in the arms of Stark with his left hand charging around with a shield. At this moment, he was almost out of breath. It might be that during the final charge, the boy’s machine-gun bullets had pierced through the thick shield, and Yinsen, who was held by Stark at his chest, was shot in the waist. The powerful bullet pierced through Yinsen and into Stark’s stomach.

Quickly separating the two unlucky guys, Alvin was glad he didn’t explore the cave for a long while. Otherwise, it would be time for a memorial service for these two guys.

Dr. Yinsen’s situation was not that bad, but he was stunned by the strangulation. Alvin took a careful look at his stomach. Fortunately, it was a penetrating injury, not having injured his intestines.

The Carrion Vine turned into a vine as thick as an arm, and it stuck on Dr. Yinsen’s butt, and red energy was injected into his body to rescue him.

Stark was even worse. Fractures and dislocations could be cured, but a big hole was opened in his stomach and his intestines were injured, which was very troublesome.

The Carrion Vine first separated a branch of the vine and stuck it on Stark’s ass to save his life first.

He roughly snapped Stark’s right leg back to where it should be. Then, like an experienced scavenger, he broke off the exoskeleton on his body piece by piece and put them aside. This thing could be brought back to see if Stark was willing to fix it and make it part of his own collection.

After a while, Dr. Yinsen woke up first. He groped carefully on his body and found that he was not dead. The gunshot wound on his stomach had been closed.

Dr. Yinsen saw a young Chinese man squatting in front of Mr. Stark, staring at his broken belly in a daze.

Dr. Yinsen struggled to get up, walked to Alvin, looked at Stark’s stomach, and said, “This will be very troublesome.”

Seeing that Dr. Yinsen was already well, Alvin shook hands with him, and said, “It’s really troublesome, the unlucky guy’s intestines were broken, you know, I’m not a professional, I can’t have surgery on him when it is full of shit.”

Dr. Yinsen glanced thoughtfully at the Carrion Vine on Stark’s butt, and said, “Maybe I can try it.” Then he ran back to the cave and went to get something.

When Dr. Yinsen came over with a box, Alvin asked curiously, “I heard that you are a physicist, why can you still operate on people?”

Dr. Yinsen smiled embarrassedly and said, “I usually like to be called a doctor, because I have a doctorate in high energy physics from MIT, and I only got a bachelor’s degree in medical science, and a bachelor’s degree from Harvard, so…”

Alvin was heartbroken, looking at others, and looking at himself, was there even a difference between being illiterate. People from Harvard Medical School were too embarrassed to talk about a bachelor’s degree. At that time, he was admitted to a vocational school, and there was a big banquet at home. This was so embarrassing.

After some busy work, Stark woke up during the operation. Seeing Alvin’s half-smiley eyes and his stinking stomach, he felt that fainting was a good choice.

The rescue operation was arranged by himself, unfortunately, he lost control in the end. Originally wanted to use the wisest and divine appearance to appear in front of Alvin. To let him know that he would be fine even without him, only to screw up again.

Alvin smiled and said to Stark: “Man, you look so bad, the ending shouldn’t be like this, what do you say?”

Stark adjusted his expression hard to make himself look a little dignified, and said, “This was an accident, have you seen the combat armor I made?”

Alvin nodded with rare approval and said, “I have to say, we have the same taste in the appearance of the mecha you made. It is very sturdy and powerful.”

Stark said with some pride: “Yes, I am the only one in the world who can make it, um, of course, it also had the credit of Dr. Yinsen.”

Dr. Yinsen smiled shyly, and said, “Mr. Stark, I suggest that it would be better to faint. The anesthetic here is not sufficient, and the effect will soon pass.”

Stark raised his head, smiled provocatively at Alvin, and said, “I’m a tough guy, this pain can’t beat me.”

Alvin looked at Stark, with a broken stomach and pretending to be a tough guy. He was too embarrassed to stimulate him, so he didn’t speak.

Seeing that Alvin softened, Stark breathed a sigh of relief. After looking at his stomach and the contents inside, he sighed and said, “Guys, how much do I have to pay so that this can be forgotten? Don’t ever mention it to anyone.”

Alvin held back his laughter, but still didn’t control his mouth and said, “What’s the matter? What about a new nickname, big shit, hahaha.”

Stark’s intact left hand slammed the ground heavily. Then he was stunned and groaned for a bit. He felt very bad, but his posture made him unable to turn his head to see the situation of his butt.

Stark asked a little frightened: “Can you guys see what’s wrong with my ass? I feel a little uncomfortable.”

Alvin glanced at the Carrion Vine stuck on his ass, with a painful expression he said: “Stark, my buddy, you don’t want to know. I think it is a better choice for you to faint.”

Stark listened, looked at Alvin in despair, and said in horror: “Don’t tell me, it’s what I imagine!”

Of course, Alvin knew what the old-fashioned playboy was worried about.

Alvin said to Stark with the most sincere expression: “Man, you think too much, things are not so bad.”

That sincere expression was like saying goodbye to the body, sincere and sacred.

Stark was frightened, stunned, and said softly with the most respectful and cautious attitude: “Man, so, will you look down on me in the future?” The expression was like one, worried about being an abandoned puppy.