69novels Chapter 129
Chapter 129
This isn't the first time Carl has crossed the barriers between dimensions.
But this crossing is obviously very different from his last two crossings.
He didn't know how Luo did it, but the other party was definitely a very, very good magician. Right in front of him, she moved her fingers to draw runes one after another. Green, they spin, twist, end-to-end and eventually form a wormhole-like cavity.
"Go in, Karl, my dear."
She said, put her finger on Carl's shoulder lightly, and it was gone with one touch.
Carl stood up involuntarily, and walked into the green cave by himself.
... I hate zero magic resistance, Carl thought, and couldn't help but feel the long-lost fear and anxiety.
His figure was submerged in the green light, the vibrant magic door closed behind Karl, and Luo held his arms tightly, watching Karl's back silently.
"I can't believe you can raise such a good kid as Carl," she said to herself in the empty room. "It's you, Mad Machine, I know you're paying attention. The little boy in your life is missing and is no longer in your hands, how do you feel?"
"I'm sorry." Alexander said politely.
It was a not-so-special afternoon, as usual, he was dealing with the work accumulated in the organizations under the name of Ayer Group and Karl.
A little different from usual, Alexander refused all activities that required him to appear on the grounds of physical discomfort, and all important meetings were postponed until the next day.
In addition, he also declined all care and visits, and declined all subordinates who tried to help him when he was unwell.
"It's boring, isn't it? You're walking around with young people who crave your attention and affection, they look at you so desperately, they know you're ruthless deep down, they know you're a fanatical belligerent Molecule?” said Doctor Strange, sitting behind his desk with a blank expression, “Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Al, but your act of leading Lucia Mora to Earth violated the rules of the wizarding world.”
"I'll give you the best seat in this room, Doctor. You're welcome." Alexander said gently.
He was standing beside the doctor, signing his name on the document with a normal expression, while the doctor was sitting beside him, on the office chair that should have belonged to the owner of this office.
But the doctor's complexion was not pretty.
It's not surprising that anyone's face will not look very good when their hands and feet are tied tightly and they can't break free with all means.
"You are bringing disasters to the earth, Mr. Al, that lady is from an alien space like Dormammu. We still don't know what power her magic comes from. It is not wise to let her enter the earth rashly." Dr. Trying to convince Alexander, "We both know Superman wouldn't want to see something happen to Earth."
"There will be no problems with the earth." Alexander finally raised his face from the document, this action made his blond hair reflect a dazzling luster, and then he smiled at the doctor with a sincere expression, "Karl loves the earth, so, Believe me, Doctor, Earth is the safest place in the universe."
The doctor looked at Alexander, he was keenly aware that the young man's mood seemed a bit weird, but at the same time he also realized that the other party's words were absolutely from the heart.
"Let go of me," he said coldly, "if you insist on what you do is right, then I have nothing to say."
"I'm very sorry, Doctor, but I'm afraid you'll have to wait a little longer before you can go back. For various reasons, I don't like magic very much, so all my defenses against magicians here are not so— —" He paused slowly. "Easy to handle. You'll have to wait until it unties itself, Doctor."
He nodded politely at the doctor, then lowered his eyes in the doctor's dissatisfied eyes, and continued to sign his name on the document.
"I know you can hear me, crazy machine." Luo was still in Carl's room, sullen and annoyed, but in the annoyance was a little inexplicably frustrated, "Okay, you won again. I won't How about my little boy, Carl is perfectly safe, just maybe in another world, you know, a few stumbles, a little skin scrape or something."
She shrugged, then tossed her long hair back, returning to that elegant, arrogant, coquettish look.
Carl's cell phone was lying face down on the ground, and she picked it up, opened the phone with little effort, and opened the address book.
James' number is in it.
Lowe used Carl's mobile phone to dial James' phone, and before the other party could speak, he opened his mouth first: "Hello? I'm Lucia Mora. Carl hopes that I can play the role of "Captain America" and "Agent Carter". Director, and the person who played the role of Carter in two movies... Can I do it? This is not a question you need to consider..."
She flicked her hand in the air, and a space door opened in front of her that could accommodate her alone, and she stepped into it and disappeared.
Another world, Carl took a deep breath and woke up from his suffocation.
The first thing he noticed was the abnormality in his physical condition, not that he lost those strengths and abilities, but that he could always feel the weakness inside his body, as if the blood flowing in every blood vessel had been reduced by half out of thin air , the body is light and light, and there is a feeling of stagnation and unsmooth movement.
Then he noticed his surroundings.
It looks like a dilapidated and abandoned factory building. He is in a small corner inside the factory building, surrounded by abandoned factory machinery and weird material barrels. The rancidity of insects and small mammals has nothing to do with it.
There are lead products everywhere in the factory, so the ability to see through is not very easy to use. Karl can't see where he is, and the dirty and weird air in the factory also affects his judgment.
He struggled for a while, trying to overcome the sense of weightlessness that suddenly lost his huge magic power, opened the stacked cardboards, rusted iron pipes and other strangely shaped parts beside him, and pushed away the surrounding His cardboard box, which had been rotten by rain and who knows what kind of liquid, carefully chose a slightly cleaner place to settle down, and walked out of the corner where he stayed.
I didn't fly out from this place because there were a few young people who were overjoyed and a few sloppy homeless men lying in the factory building.
Carl tried his best to keep his footsteps light as he walked past them, but still woke up a homeless man.
He raised his head, glanced at Carl indifferently, his gaze circled around Carl's seemingly ordinary hairstyle carefully created by the stylist, and then paused for a while on Carl's well-made casual clothes and beautiful indoor slippers, He showed a somewhat strange expression, then returned to indifference, and lowered his head as if nothing to do with himself.
"Uh...hi," Carl said, taking two steps in the direction of the homeless man with an awkward smile, "Sorry, do you know where this is? Or what day is it today? I think I'm a little Confused, uh, don't know what the hell is going on. I just remember I was at the Met and, uh, I'm here."
His ambiguous sentences were made up into a detailed story by the tramp. The tramp briefly pulled the corner of his mouth buried behind the thick beard, and opened his mouth in a strange tone with a strong accent.
"...you are so drunk, sir, you don't even know where you got taken by those rich people who hang out with you...today is another fine day, it's hard to tell whether it's day or night, but day and night What a difference in this city at night, I can't even tell... Sir, this is Gotham, Gotham's port. Not far away is the boat that will bring you home...God bless you," he muttered , "I hope you can return to Metropolis alive."
Carl's eyes widened, and he took a step back as if frightened.
"Gotham?" he murmured. "The port?"
The tramp closed his eyes, losing interest in this young master who was suddenly thrown into a rich family in this sinful city.
If he was ten years younger and had a decent-looking weapon in his hand, a small pistol, a knife, or even a pipe that wasn't too rotten, he would rush over there without hesitation. The young master who had fought fell down.
That suit can fetch a good price at the pawn shop, but the most valuable thing about the Metropolitan Young Master is not his clothes, but his beautiful and sweet face, and his pure and innocent expression.
There are plenty of people in Gotham City who are good enough to torture the pampered young master into a puddle of meat.
What a pity, the tramp thought regretfully in his heart, it's a pity that he is old, weak, and has no weapons that he can handle.
And this young master of the metropolis is about two meters tall, and the muscles under the thin clothes are smooth and well-proportioned. Even if they are only muscles trained in the gym, they can easily solve the group of them who are old and weak. Bad people who live on bad drugs and wait to die.
"Thank you for telling me this." Carl said, his face was still a little pale, but the initial shock and fear had disappeared, and what reappeared was the kind of calm and gentleness that can only be displayed by a well-educated person, "please Take this."
He took out a small palm-sized card holder from his pocket, flipped through it, found a twenty-dollar bill, and handed it to the homeless man.
"I only brought so much cash." He showed the card holder to the homeless man, and sure enough, it was empty except for seven or eight thin cards.
The tramp didn't take his money.
"Okay, I'll put it here."
Karl folded the note, squatted down slowly, and placed it on the ground. Then he stretched his hands forward, and slowly backed away, exiting the factory.
He collapsed on the ground with his eyes closed, as if the drunken homeless people immediately opened their eyes, rushed forward, and scrambled for the banknotes left by Karl.
Only the homeless man who answered Carl's question didn't move. He just raised his eyelids and looked lazily at the factory gate.
Carl has disappeared without a trace.