Everyone was stunned, Coulson was still smiling, and Donnie looked at Optimus Prime thoughtfully.

"Optimus Prime? Is that his name? Coulson smiled, making people feel like a spring breeze, and broke the awkward atmosphere of the mystery without a trace.

"This is the name I gave him, it represents justice and responsibility, and I hope he is the hope and faith that will never fall in my heart." Downey said the tingling in his brain was even stronger.

The fire in my mind is slightly brighter, but it is not the same as the intensity of the awakening

Donnie tried to mobilize parts from other parts of Optimus Prime, but after the fire passed over, everything he came into contact with clearly told him that forcibly arming Optimus Prime with this poor metal would eventually collapse like a house without steel, and it would be vulnerable.

Downey's Tinder gives him an amazing comprehension and intuition ability to make and modify Optimus Prime, allowing him to make changes in the shortest amount of time.

This is an unprecedented ability, but wherever the fire energy is impregnated, all metal seems to turn transparent, and he can understand all the qualities of this to the fullest extent and use them.

But at present, it is limited to Optimus Prime, this small truck that gets along with him day and night, can make changes smoothly, and the specific principle remains to be further experimented.

Fighting against abomination, this ability has long entered the eyes of those who have a heart. A newborn suspected fourth-level mutant has already attracted countless attentions, not to mention the ability that can be called a miracle, it is difficult to parse the principle, and I don't know how many people covet and are curious, wanting to further understand this ability.

"Looks like he has a different meaning to you, can you tell me about it?"

"There's nothing bad to say." Donnie walked over, patted Optimus Prime's metal body, and said slowly: "Our family of three relies on him to deliver goods, earn shipping fees, and maintain the family's life......"

Downey told him that the family did not live very well, and that they did not have a decent level of craftsmanship, and that it was difficult to live in New York, where the consumption level was extremely high. They were proud of the down payment they could make on a house in New York, and then they saved up money to buy a Chang'an Xingka pickup truck for transportation. Because of the small tonnage, there are not many goods that can be transported, and you can only make money by transporting more times.

The days are not rich, but it is better to be warm, the family is healthy and disease-free, the life is plain and peaceful, and what I worry about every day is nothing more than how much I can make more money and save a little more money for the heroes of the family, the small truck, and use a little gasoline.

His parents drove the pickup truck every day, and when Downey wasn't going to school, he would also help, and sometimes he would eat and live in the pickup truck. This hard-working, weather-beaten old pickup truck is an important member of their family, and everyone cherishes him.

Donnie said, smiling slightly.

"But now there's nothing." Downey said his nails were digging deep into the flesh and bleeding blood. He was not only talking about the experience of this life, but also the experience of the previous life.

So he was bitter in his heart, resentful, hated why he was incompetent.

"I'm sorry, and please mourn, after all, you and this car carry their faith, don't you?"

Coulson called for someone, handed him a black suit, and motioned for him to put it on.

Donnie looked at the suit, the right size, they had specially prepared it for him. Black represents solemnity, but also means a kind of wordless sorrow, and the cry needs to be silent.

Donnie asks him about Hulk's whereabouts.

Coulson was silent for a moment before considering his words, and they had been trying to monitor the monster's tracks, but the Hulk was moving so fast that they lost it.

"I'm not going to settle accounts with it now, what are you hiding? I'm no match for Hulk, and I'm not stupid. ”

Coulson smiled even more happily and instructed earnestly: "Mr. Downey, Hulk's information is very high-level, I have no right to disclose it to outsiders, please forgive me, secrecy is the instinct of our agents." ”

Downey instantly understood what Coulson meant and was expressionless, thinking that this kind of issue should be talked about later, he had no idea of joining the official body now, but he would seriously consider it.

Downey can't trust anyone in S.H.I.E.L.D., at least not yet. No one can guarantee that he will be stupid and send him to the door, how the delusional madmen of Hydra will concoct him, such as Downey 1 reformers, Downey 2 reformers or something.

The essence of life is a rare mutant of the fourth level! They are stupid to be indifferent.

"Mr. Donnie, a lot of people are staring at you, and you're dangerous right now."

Coulson was not too desperate and wanted to continue to persuade. He had in his hands the psychological evaluation report of the S.H.I.E.L.D. expert group and the mental model built for Donnie, coupled with the series of contacts just now, Coulson asked himself if he knew more about Donnie, this is someone who can seriously talk about it.

This is going to be replaced by Dr. Banner, who has been staring at him suspiciously for a long time, and then turning into Hulk smashing and smashing and smashing......

Donnie seemed to smile and was a little playful, pointed to the sky, and said, "I believe that Professor X will never give up on me, maybe all our current conversations and behaviors, he will be staring at it, for fear that you will be unfavorable to me." ”

"To be honest, although I am grateful that you saved me, I prefer to trust Professor X rather than you official institutions." Downey said.

Coulson smiled awkwardly.

Professor X's personality and his love for his people are no secret.

Donnie promised that if their organization was in trouble in the future, they would come to him, and he would repay the favor.

Coulson smiled happily, having a higher opinion of Donnie as a person, and combined with the psychologists' assessments, he had more confidence.

How big do the life-saving graces and the graces of wiping the ass add up? How do I pay it off? Coulson was very proud, this mutant who was now suspected to be level three, level four in essence, they had already caught half of it.

Donnie also laughed, can't you tell it? If you don't exist, if you know a little about this universe, you will know that this S.H.I.E.L.D. is covered in mud on the crotch of its pants, and it doesn't even want to jump out of the quagmire.

In the future of this universe, there are countless fierce enemies swimming in the starry sky, and there are countless bloody battles, making heroes shed blood, tears in the sky, and countless catastrophic variables of landslides and earth cracks.

If Donnie is unable to develop his abilities, or even recover his strength, or rekindle the fire, he will always be a pseudo-level four, and he can only be regarded as an elite creep with the qualifications to become high-level cannon fodder.

Either die and die, or face countless bloody battles, face difficulties, fight a broad road, and be covered in blood.

It's not difficult to repay this kindness.

"What about them?" Donnie asked, his voice shaking.

People can clearly perceive the fear in Donnie's heart, he has a demon in his heart, he is afraid to face the truth, and even longs for this to be just a dream of Nanke, and he will still be happy when he wakes up.

Coulson lowered his voice appropriately and whispered, "I'm still thinking, how long will you endure...... You are more afraid to face them than in this cruel world. Don't worry, I've arranged for your parents' bodies to be put in the coffin, and they're in good condition. ”

Donnie thanked him softly, and with Coulson personally leading him, he went to the nearby cemetery.

"Do you have a motorcycle?" Downey asked.

"Motorcycles? I can take you there, you know, my car rarely carries others, I treat her as a wife. ”

"Then I'd rather ride a motorcycle alone...... I'm going to ride a motorcycle myself and bury them with my own hands. Donnie whispered.

"If you have to insist." Coulson shrugged and said indifferently.

As the sound faded away, Optimus Prime reassembled into a tattered wagon, and sat there in a daze, patiently waiting for his creator to return.