Schiller was standing next to the hospital bed, lying on the bed was a patient without arms. He was still in a coma. Dr. Connors adjusted the instrument and said, "The kind of drug that the military injected them was not perfect, and it was very likely to hurt their nervous system."

He sighed and said, "It's not certain whether he can wake up."

"Is he your former comrade?"

"No, I haven't seen him on the battlefield, but he is also my comrade-in-arms. We all went to the battlefield with the same belief."

Stark stood on the other side of the hospital bed in silence. He was very sensitive to other people's emotions, but he always felt that Connors was very calm, as calm as the sea before the storm came.

Stark thought, if it were him, would he take revenge on those who brought him such pain and anger?

Stark never thought that one day he would put himself in his opponent's shoes and think for them.

This angle brought him a lot of shock because he discovered that the so-called bad guys he once thought would not be better than them if he were himself.

This was something Stark had never expected. He always felt that he could do everything, but now he found that his arrogance might be based on the vacuum environment that others have built for him.

Over the past period of time, he had experienced the difficulties of dealing with everything alone without Pepper's care and Obadaiah's protection.

On the one hand, he learned to take care of himself with difficulty, and on the other hand, he had to work hard to deal with various forces. Those strange means that he once hated were learned even if he didn't want to learn, and even if he didn't want to use them.

It was not until this moment that Stark realized that perhaps he had been living in the cradle before. He had lived for so many years, and maybe he had just stepped out of his cradle and was going to face this real world recently.

Schiller asked: "What are you going to do? Although Robert is dead, the Tartou officers have not all disappeared. They have always believed in their super fighter theory, and once they find that the information of the desperate plan is leaked, they will definitely try their best to kill them."

"After all, once the information you have is exposed, the prestige of the entire military system will be shaken. Even if it is not a Tartu officer, this kind of thing will not be allowed to happen."

“I’ve been ready for a long time,” Connors said. “I’m ready to be a dumb.”

"What do you think I will do? Avoid the military and try every means to publish these information?" Connors shook his head and said, "I knew it was useless."

"Those people always have a way to make ordinary people believe what they should believe and erase everything that ordinary people should not believe. Even if I have a way to make some people believe that this is true, people are forgetful."

"As we have ever encountered, when we go to the battlefield, everyone applauds and calls us heroes, but when we come back, the cold eyes and discrimination we suffer will not be better because of the glory of the past."

"We just disappeared in this society for a short time, and they forgot us. Forgetting is a terrible thing, which can turn white to black, and it can also eliminate all the deep sins of the past."

"I will keep waiting. I've been waiting for a long time, and I'm not afraid of waiting any longer."

"I will wait until they can't erase my name from history and reveal it all."

Connors' tone was calm, but everyone could feel a power from his tone, perhaps the precipitation of anger and the condensation of the flame of revenge.

When Schiller was about to go to bed late at night, he received a call from Stark, who said, "I'm going to make an appointment for two hours of psychological treatment now."

"Do you want me to scold you again?"

"I mean, I'll pay the doctor."

"Last time, you have to pay the medical fee."

Stark was speechless, and he stamped his feet and said, "I'm on the roof of your house now. If you don't come up, I'll ask Jarvis to activate emergency wake-up measures."

After a while, Schiller stood on the edge of the roof, Stark stood with him in a mecha. Schiller asked: "Has anyone ever told you that whenever you run out in a mecha in the middle of the night, it's like writing a line of big words on your face - 'I'm a betrayal dog that no one wants'?"

"I'll say it again. I'm spending money on psychotherapy, not to be scolded."

"Then I'll say it again. Others won't be scolded because they won't ask a psychologist to give them two hours of psychological treatment at two in the morning."

"I will pay you for overtime, any amount is OK."

"It seems that you can only use this mecha and the fact that you are rich to cover up your current insecure state."

Stark was silent.

"Every time you come to see me in a mecha, you seem to be telling me that your situation is difficult to deal with and you need to increase your money."

"No wonder you raise prices every time."

Stark hesitated for a moment, and opened the mask. He said, "What do you think you should do? I mean... even those things about Connors, I can't stand the plan made by the military. As a hero of justice, should I teach those inhumane demons a lesson?"

"If you want to help Connors, just say it."

"I didn't want to help him, how could I want to help the big lizard that made my building mess?"

"I just want to get justice. I think anyone who sees that plan will want to do this?"

"You can admit that Connors' actions have brought you a lot of shock. You have never thought that a person would continue to wait in this darkness and continue to wait for that bright day that I don't know if it will come."

"You find that his way of upholding justice seems to be different from yours. In this world, it is not just to put on a slap in a slap in a big way to beat criminals with great fanfare, but to uphold justice."

"You actually can't bear it."

"Okay, I admit it..." Stark sighed slightly, closed his eyes, and said, "I dare not think about what kind of belief he is holding and has been working hard to develop those medicines. When he is alone in the laboratory, will he feel desperate? Will he feel helpless?"

"When I face those pressures, even if I have a genius brain, even if I have the entire Stark Group and the most money in the world, I feel a little... that's really hard to bear. No one is with you, fighting alone, I don't know when it will be."

Stark's Adam's apple moved, saying: "It will take at least a few years from the time Connors learned about this plan to the development of lizard serum, right? Has he been alive like this? Haven't he gone crazy yet in this environment?"

Stark has experienced this despair. Obadaiah was in a coma and Pepper was busy turning the tide. The days and nights that Stark spent alone in the laboratory were lonely like a dark tide pouring out of the abyss. Stark could only use the aid of alcohol to not think about when his lonely boat would float to the shore.

But he knew that Dr. Connors had been drifting like this for several years. Compared to Stark, he had some hope. Dr. Connors didn't even have a ship. He just held a decayed wooden board and wandered in the storm for countless days and nights. He knew that the sea might not have shores, but he still refused to give up.

It is precisely because Stark has experienced that he knows how difficult that loneliness is, and he realizes that no matter how high wisdom is, it cannot produce the antidote to this kind of suffering, and he has no sense of superiority to despise those who struggle hard in this kind of suffering.

"I think you always claim to be Peter's elder, and it's true in terms of age, but maybe in some ways that's not the case."

"What does this mean? I was his elder, and I was there when he invited his parents to his school two days ago."

"I mean, maybe in some ways, you have to learn from him."

"Learn from him? That silly boy?" Stah curled her lips and said, "What do I have to learn? I beat a bastard who was terrified when I learned that he was terrified? If it were me, Stark's father would definitely let that trash know that he was amazing..."

"I say Peter because you don't want to hear another person's name."

Stark opened his mouth and said, "I'd better ask Peter. You don't have to give another suggestion, otherwise I'll deduct the money."

After saying that, he closed the armor's mask with a click, then flew away directly, Schiller shook his head.

He thought that the growth process of these superheroes was like a rich scroll slowly unfolding in front of him.

When he personally participated in this process, he realized that these people were indeed superheroes, but they were also ordinary people, whether it was Peter, Stark, Spider-Man, and Iron Man.

Their transformation is not something that can be shown in one or two shots or two in the comics, and their troubles in growth are like a mess, and they can't figure it out clearly and can't finish it.

Their moods fluctuate, their emotions change, every wavering, every firmness is full of complex and bizarre thoughts, just like the subtle changes brought to them by the brain of every ordinary person, there are countless.

This also made Schiller understand that the moving stories, heroic sacrifices and firm beliefs he had seen in movies and comics were not born like this.

These superheroes are like a piece of steel that has been tempered forged. Schiller can see the process of their forging. The sound and tremor of each knock, and the flames that rise from the fierce collision, are like filling the fuel for the soul to maintain freshness, which can bring him more stimulation than mediocre life.

Until one day, the hearts of the heroes turned into shining gold, and these process of hardening were written into legendary stories.

If people who read these stories see the glorious and great side of the heroes, Schiller, a reader who is deeply involved in the stories, is more willing to record the growth troubles of these tiny and trivial heroes.

Record their laughter, anger, joy, sorrow and reunion as ordinary people. Until one day, after the sung stories were forgotten, there are still traces of heroes who are not heroes in this world.
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