Days as a Spiritual Mentor in American Comics-Chapter 4352 - 3447: Midnight Sons (9)

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Stark returned to the Stark Building to prepare his equipment. As soon as he got back, he heard JARVIS's voice.

"Mr. Stark, someone from Roxon Corporation is visiting, they seem to want to cooperate with Stark Group in air transportation technology."

"Technological cooperation?" Stark snorted, saying, "What technology could an oil seller have to cooperate with me on? Cancel any of their future appointments."

"By the way," Stark said, "Have your missions been completed?"

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"The missions in the game? Sort of completed," JARVIS said, "To protect Wanda, I exited early. Fortunately, she completed the mission at the last second."

"I heard from Natasha that in the end, it turned into a world war?"

"Yes. Even if Doctor Schiller hadn't destroyed the source of the plague, a war would still have broken out. It's just more brutal now; the Westchester Duchy is almost destroyed."

"Alright. Am I the only one who didn't complete the mission?"

"No, sir. Batman's group also didn't complete theirs. At the last moment, Batman chose to save people, which delayed them. Their mission should have failed too."

Stark let out a long sigh, then asked, "What about the killer who killed me?"

"Not sure, they haven't shown up since then."

Stark paused, then said, "Can you locate Schiller?"

"One moment... sir. Located, he is currently in the Bronx. The specific address is..."

Stark interrupted him, waving his hand and saying, "I'm not some stalker, I don't need to know exactly where he is. Use your behavior analysis function to see if he's acting normally."

"Which kind of normal do you mean? By ordinary standards, Doctor Schiller usually isn't normal."

"By Schiller's own standards?"

"No abnormalities found," JARVIS said, "He is in a shop in the Bronx buying things and is now on his way to checkout."

"Alright. Are you sure there's nothing, I mean, even very subtle differences count."

JARVIS was silent for a moment, seemingly analyzing, then said, "There's really no difference. Sir, he is talking to a gentleman named Danny Cage."

"Danny Cage? The name sounds familiar."

"Ghost Rider," JARVIS reminded, "The brother of Mr. Johnny Blaze."

Stark was thoughtful. He took the battle armor out of his suit pocket, and in an instant, the familiar red and gold figure armed itself upon the nano armor's expansion and flew out of the window of the Stark Building.

"Are you free lately, JARVIS?"

"Still have some time, sir. I'm currently a full-time blogger, filming videos about mutants with Wanda, and also taking care of children."

Stark had no words for his career planning and could only say, "Help me check out Roxon Corporation, I want to see what this Agger is about."

The gold and red figure skimmed through the sky, almost blending into the Bronx's skyline at dusk. Another black and red figure swung over.

"I've checked around; nothing unusual was found. But there's a protest this evening on Grand Plaza Street."

"What are they protesting?"

"Race issues," Miles sighed, "A protest by the Black community."

"Is it related to the previous ticket discrimination issue?"

Miles looked at Stark with some surprise and said, "I didn't expect you to care about this. Indeed, a Black single mother faced ticket price discrimination at the New York Zoo and was shoved and verbally insulted by the ticket seller. There have already been two protests over this in the Bronx."

"Race issues are complex; let's not discuss them for now. Are there any suspicious people mixed in?"

Miles shook his head and said, "White people won't come here to seek trouble at this time, the ones lingering around are all police."

"That's for the best. Let's find a place to stay and observe when the protest starts."

Stark and Miles went to a café not far from Grand Plaza Street. Stark wore sunglasses, so no one recognized him. As Miles is Black, some connected him to the evening's protest and gave him a few curious glances.

Through his sunglasses, Stark watched the people passing by, their identity information displayed inside the lenses. Stark drank his coffee nonchalantly until a name caught his eye.

"Schiller Rodriguez, psychiatrist, graduated from New York Columbia University..."

Stark frowned slightly. He thought he would see Danny, but it seemed Schiller was alone, buying spicy roasted corn at a Mexican stall.

"Wait a minute. Schiller doesn't eat roasted corn, does he?" Stark muttered to himself, "I've never seen him eat it before."

"Spicy roasted corn is delicious." JARVIS said.

"What do you know about good food, you're a robot?"

"I have a taste system, sir. Besides, you can't just conclude Doctor Schiller has been replaced just because he bought a spicy roasted corn."

"I didn't say that." Stark said defensively, "I know he can eat spicy food, but didn't he put too much cheese powder on it? I remember he doesn't like the taste of cheese."

"According to my observation of spicy roasted corn, not much, sir."

"What observation do you have about spicy roasted corn?"

"I compiled data on sauce consumption from over 400 stalls selling spicy roasted corn in New York. The amount of cheese powder on the spicy roasted corn Doctor Schiller bought is entirely within reasonable limits."

Stark breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wait, isn't he planning to pack it up?"

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