Baby's parents didn't stay in New York for long. They only stopped for a day and gave Eric a farewell on the pretext of going back to prepare for the Pumpkin Festival.

With the reluctant students, Eric sent the family to the long-distance bus terminal next to Times Square. Baby's eyes were red and full of nostalgia before parting. He hugged John and his friends again and again, and held Marie's hands for a long time through the thick velvet cloth. He didn't let go until the Greyhound bus was about to start.

Ronnie and her mother had already gotten in the car. Baby stepped back to the bus door step by step and stared at these familiar faces. The past time seemed like a deep dream, with fear and laughter. Now this dream is finally about to wake up. He is like a farmer who has achieved a good harvest in his dream. After sweating and hard work, he realized that everything was just illusion.

Baby has always thought that what he hoped most was to return to his past life. Now he realized that he was no longer the ordinary Boston boy Derek of the past, but a real ice man Baby. Unfortunately, this understanding came too late.

Goodbye, friends-Baby said silently, trying to open his eyes wide and hold back the tears from letting them flow.

"Goodbye Mr. Eric, thank you for your care for Baby during this period." Baby's father was politely thanking him. He and his wife originally planned to visit Baby and stay here for a few days before going back. Unexpectedly, their son was going home now. Now that things are at this point, Baby is his own child after all, and they must face the reality and rebuild the relationship between parents and children. He thought so, and invited the college teachers and students to come to Boston for vacation when they have time.

Everyone sent their final blessings.

Just as the father and son were about to turn around and get on the bus, Eric slapped his head and said it as if he had suddenly remembered something.

"Don't linger at home, Baby," he said seriously. "We're still waiting for you to come back, and there are many things that require your strength."

What?

As soon as Baby turned around, he heard Eric's words. The Iceman's mind seemed to be frozen. He was originally immersed in a drama called "Farewell". But when he was sighing, the director told him that he had obtained the wrong script. Because he was too devoted in the early stage, he was now a little unable to turn around.

"Come back?" Babin asked naughtyly. Every word of the instructor's words just passed through his ears, but he didn't understand the meaning.

"Don't you?" Eric opened his mouth and looked shocked, but before the Iceman could react, his classmates understood and rushed up to pick up Baby from the ground.

"I knew the boss wouldn't let you leave." They rushed forward happily. John screamed and patted his best friend's back. After several chins, he woke up.

"Can I come back?" Baby struggled desperately, and asked loudly to the instructor. Eric smiled and gave him a clear answer.

The Iceman finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was a little dazed at first, feeling that the tutor had teased him, but then he thought about it, his simple personality gained the upper hand. Recalling that Eric did not mention the words he was not allowed to come back from beginning to end. Could this be a misunderstanding?

Whether it was teasing or misunderstanding, his chest was so happy that he was about to burst, so he simply didn't think too much. He just wanted to cheer with his friends, and then boarded the bus with his father in the driver's extremely impatient eyes.

The road to Boston is no longer a daunting journey. The four and a half hours drive is just a small experience in Bobby's life journey. This is the home of the Iceman.

"Goodbye. Boss." After the bus left the station, he still crawled out of the window and shouted. This was the first time that Baby called the mentor sincerely in the way of his friends.

Good luck. Boy-Baby's voice came from afar, and Eric gave a thumbs up.

Not long after, the smiling young man was thrown into the office and Eric went back to the top floor.

"Is there anything I need to know recently?" He asked his secretary. Mary Jane was working hard. She had to sort out a lot of documents during this period, but fortunately, these tedious tasks were finally coming to an end.

"There was no news of Iron Man for two consecutive days. He neither rushed into the no-fly zone nor attacked evil again. Maybe the superheroes have the same personalities. After his interest, he went to the party." The secretary lady was still worried about what happened last time. After she knew that Ororo and Qin would not accompany him to attend the firefighter charity party, she deliberately spent a lot of money to rent a expensive evening dress. She thought that this would make her look a lot more beautiful at the party. Maybe she would meet several seniors in the entertainment industry who appreciated her and flattened her Broadway road. Unexpectedly, Eric refused to take her to attend without even looking at it, which made her depressed until now.

"Okay, what about that?" Eric shrugged, not intending to touch Mary Jane's sadness.

"In addition, the news about rising temperatures and warming has increased a lot recently. Many environmental protection groups have called for increased investment in new energy and restrict the continued operation of the old pollution industry. Their efforts are much greater than usual, and even tours of 10,000 people have been held." She patted a thick stack of newspaper clippings on her hand. She knew that this was what her employer wanted. Through the public opinion and Osborne, Eric was carefully weaving a large network. Although he didn't know when the opportunity he was waiting for would come, it would not be long.

Eric was very satisfied with the secretary's achievements. After promising her to raise her hard work, he walked into the hall with the secretary's eyes and walked to the glass curtain wall and looked into the distance.

As a playboy who is willing to show off, it is not Stark's style to stay in the door. Mr. Tony may have discovered the secret of his top executive, and Obady is grinding his fists and intends to give him a final blow.

Perhaps just today, they will have a big collision.

Eric guessed so, and the facts were just as he predicted.

At this moment, Tony Stark is facing another crisis in his life.

"Relax, relax." Obadai gently held his neck, letting Tony's head hang carefully on the back of the sofa. He had just attacked him with a small sound wave shock. After the sharp sound wave attack, Tony's nerves were now numb. The purple-black blood vessels on his head appeared all over his face, and his muscles were completely out of control.

"Remember this?" Obadai proudly shook the small weapon in his hand. Its surface was smooth and cute, and it looked as big as a U disk. "It's a pity that the government did not approve production. Many things were blocked and stopped developing in the middle, and you also have your credit."

He said, and walked around the sofa and came to Tony, taking out the tool while removing the earplugs.

"Tony, I ordered you to be assassinated. At that time, I was worried that I would kill you, the goose that laid a golden egg, but fate did not let you die. There was still a golden egg left to lay me." He said, putting the tool on Tony's chest. After a brief shock, a glowing gyro appeared in front of him. This was no longer the first generation of engines that Tony had made shoddy in the cave. This was a brand new craft.

"Do you really think that you have an idea, and that idea belongs to you?" Obadai looked at the new engine like a beautiful handicraft, then turned his eyes to its creator, bent down deeply and patted his cheek. "You are too selfish."

The wire connecting the chest was pulled out, and Tony's heart immediately jumped wildly.

"Look, it's so beautiful." Obadai admired the wonderful light, and Tony, who was sitting stiffly, turned paler after losing the support of the electricity. "This is the ninth symphony you brought to me, what a great work. Look, this is your precious legacy, your masterpiece, it will guide the world back in the right direction, and you will see that I am not as conservative as you."

"I'm so sorry to drag Pepper in, I would rather she survive. Goodbye, Tony."

Putting off the engine, Obadai stood up and left.

In the empty mansion, there is only Tony who is like a dead person. There is also an old-fashioned engine in his workshop, but can he force himself to walk there?

Outside the top floor of the same empty Manhattan office, Mary Jane packed her desk alone. After a long separation, her task was finally completed. Recently, she didn't have much free time and rarely practiced dancing. Harry was busy and had no calls, but except for not attending the party, she was quite satisfied. Eric paid a high salary and was not very busy at ordinary times. If her former friends knew it was enough to make them break their heads and compete for positions, and she also gained a lot in addition to money. Although this employer was a little uncomfortable, he was never annoying and wise enough. He had a deep look and could always find the clues behind the scenes from a fog, and follow the clues all the way, and often gained insights into the mystery behind it. This kind of gain was more important than money than money.

Perhaps in a few years she can become a powerful business woman and own her own industry in this place where every inch of land is worthwhile. Although she knows that this is a delusion, Mary Jane can't help but occasionally has this idea.

But now is not the time to indulge yourself, and sending the results out in time is the most important thing.

Mary Jane picked up the sorted information and opened the door to the hall. It was dark inside. With the faint starlight, Eric could be seen standing by the glass wall quietly admiring the night sky.

"Why don't you turn on the lights? I almost fell down." Mary Jane complained, putting the information on Eric's desk, and then walked to him curiously to see what his employer was looking at.

"This is the night. Only by keeping quiet can you see the brightest stars in the sky." Eric looked out the window with deep eyes, and a bright light of fire was drifting across from above.

"There are really meteors." Mary Jane exclaimed. She didn't realize that it was the tail flame ejected from the feet of the human armor. Eric saw it but did not say it out loud.
Chapter completed!