Everyone was stunned, Colson still smiled, and Donnie looked at Optimus Prime, thinking.

"Optimus Prime? Is this his name?" Colson smiled, making people feel like spring breeze, breaking the awkward atmosphere without any trace.

"This is the name I gave him, which represents justice and responsibility. I hope he is the hope and belief that will never fall in my mind." Donnie said, and the tingling feeling in his brain became stronger.

The fire in my mind is slightly bright, but it is incomparable to the intensity of awakening

Donnie tried to mobilize parts from other parts of Optimus Prime, but after the fire was passed, all the substances he came into contact with clearly told him that he would forcefully arm the complete Optimus Prime with this poor metal, and the final result would be a crash, as if he had lost the rent of the steel bars, which was vulnerable.

Donnie's spark gave him amazing understanding and intuitive ability to make and modify Optimus Prime, which allowed him to make Optimus Prime change in the shortest time.

This is an unprecedented ability. Wherever the fire energy is soaked, all metal seems to turn into transparency. He can understand all the characteristics of this to the greatest extent and use them.

But at present, it is limited to Optimus Prime. This small truck that he lives with day and night can change smoothly. The specific principle remains to be done.

Fighting with hatred, this ability has long entered the eyes of those who are interested. A new suspected level 4 mutant has attracted countless attention, not to mention this ability that is a miracle, which is difficult to analyze the principle. I don’t know how many people are coveted and curious, and want to further understand this ability.

"It seems that he has a unique meaning to you, is it convenient to talk to me?"

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

Donnie told him that their family did not live well and did not have a very considerable skill, so they lived a difficult life in New York, where consumption levels were extremely high. They were proud to be able to pay for the down payment of a house in New York, and then saved money to buy a Chang'an Xingka small truck for transportation. Because the tonnage was small, they could not transport much goods, so they could only make money by transporting more times.

Life is not rich, but it is better to be warm. The family is healthy and sick, and the life is dull and peaceful. What I worry about every day is nothing more than how much you can earn more money and save more, and then provide some maintenance for the heroes of the family, the small truck, and use better gasoline.

My parents drove around in small trucks every day. When Donny didn't go to school, he would help him. Sometimes he would eat and stay in small trucks. This old small truck that was hardworking and stormy and stormy is an important member of their family, and everyone cherishes him.

Donnie said, smiling.

"But now there is nothing." Donnie said, his nails pierced deeply into the flesh and blood, and blood was leaking out. What he said was not only the experience of this life, but also the experience of the previous life.

So he felt pain, resentment, and hated why he was incompetent.

"I'm sorry, please feel sorry, after all, you and this car carry their beliefs, right?"

Colson called someone to come and handed him a black suit, signaling him to put it on.

Donnie looked at the suit, and the size was what they specially prepared for him. Black represents solemnity, and it also means a kind of silent sorrow, and the crying needs to be silent.

Donny asked him about Hulk's whereabouts.

Colson was silent for a moment before answering with his words. They had been trying to monitor the monster's footprints, but Hulk moved in an astonishing speed and they lost their pursuit.

"I won't go to settle the score with it now, why are you hiding it? I'm not a Hulk's opponent, and I'm not stupid."

Colson smiled even more happily and guided earnestly: "Mr. Donny, Hulk's information level is very high. I have no right to disclose it to outsiders. Please forgive me. Keeping confidential is the instinct of us agents."

Donnie instantly understood Colson's potential meaning, and had no expression on his face, thinking that he should talk about this issue in the future. He has no idea of ​​joining the official agency now, but he will seriously consider it.

Donnie couldn't believe the people of SHIELD, at least now. No one can guarantee that he was stupid and sent to the door, how would Hydra's delusional madman conspired him, such as Donnie One's transformation man, Donnie Two's transformation man, etc.

The essence of life is a rare mutant at level 4! They are indifferent only when they are stupid.

"Mr. Donnie, a lot of people are staring at you, you are in danger now."

Colson didn't give up and wanted to continue persuading. He had a psychological assessment report from the S.H.E.L.D. expert group and a psychological model established for Donny. Coupled with a series of contacts just now, Colson asked himself that he had more knowledge about Donny and that he was someone who could talk about seriously.

If this is changed to Dr. Banner, he had been staring at him suspiciously, and then it turned into Hulk's smashing and smashing...

Donnie smiled and was a little playful, pointing to the sky, saying, "I believe Professor X and the others will never give up on me. Maybe he will stare at all our conversations and behaviors now, for fear that you will be unfavorable to me. Don't lie to me, his student Dr. Qin still spoke publicly in Congress."

"To be honest, although I am grateful for your rescue, I would rather believe Professor X than you official institutions," said Downey.

Colson smiled awkwardly.

Professor X's character and his love for his people are not a secret.

Donnie promised that if their organization encountered trouble in the future, he could come to him and he would repay the kindness.

Colson smiled happily, and had a higher opinion of Donnie, and combined with the evaluation of psychologists, he gained more confidence.

How big is the life-saving grace and the butt-wiping grace combined? How can it be considered to be paid off? Colson was very proud. They have already captured half of this mutant who is suspected to be level 3 and essentially level 4.

Donnie laughed, not yet clear? It doesn't exist. If you have a little understanding of this universe, you will know that SHIELD is covered in mud and you will never jump out of the mud.

In the future of this universe, there are countless fierce enemies wandering in the starry sky, and countless bloody battles, which make heroes bloody, tears shed in the sky, and countless disaster-level variables that collapse and crack the earth.

If Donny is unable to develop his abilities, even unable to restore his strength, and cannot reignite the fire, he will always be a pseudo-level four-level, and can only be regarded as an elite soldier, and has the qualification to become a high-level cannon fodder.

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

It is not difficult to repay this kindness.

"Where are them?" Donnie asked, his voice trembling.

People can clearly sense the panic in Donnie's heart. He has a demon in his heart. He is afraid to face everything that is true, and even longs for this to be just a dream in Nan Ke, and he is still happy when he wakes up.

Colson lowered his voice appropriately and said softly: "I was thinking about how long you would endure... Compared to this cruel world, you are more afraid to face them. Don't worry, I have arranged for someone to put your parents' bodies in the coffin, and their bodies are well preserved."

Donnie thanked softly and, under Colson's personal guidance, headed to the nearby cemetery.

"Are there any motorcycles?" Downey asked.

"Motorcycle? I can carry you there. You must know that my car rarely carries others, and I treat her as my wife."

"Then I would rather ride a motorcycle alone...I want to ride a motorcycle by myself and bury them with my own hands." Donnie said softly.

"If you have to hold on," Colson shrugged and said indifferently.
Chapter completed!