Chapter 209, Haidilao experts, veterans out of touch with the times.
On the coastal road, on the blue seabed, several strange-looking octopus robots with several metal tentacles and red eyes are looking for something.
In a dark laboratory in New York City, Doctor Octopus was watching the vision and actions of these robots through the big screen in front of him.
This is Doctor Octopus's octopus robot. The purpose of swimming around the seabed is to find the monument of time left here. He has been working hard for two months.
He started to calculate from those news media videos of armed helicopters falling into the water. After adding the speed of the water and other factors, he determined a rough landing point on the seabed. He then used this as a prototype to gradually search outwards.
In the first few days, many expedition teams and private groups came to salvage and search for it, but since there was no result, only Doctor Octopus is left now.
He was very interested in this stone tablet full of mysterious power. He originally wanted to wait until Silverman's people brought him back to study it, but he didn't expect that the guy Tietou was such a waste. Not only did he not get the thing, he also took it away. Sent to jail himself.
In this case, he can only get it himself, and he can also get Silverman's 10 million funding. Because of Tietou's strength, Silverman has to rely on Doctor Octopus to get this piece again. Stone tablet.
But now it is sunk at the bottom of the sea, and no one can guarantee that he will get it, so Silverman has already given up half of his heart. He can only scold Tietou for this, blaming the other party for his poor ability to do things. It's so bad, I couldn't get it twice, and now I'm sent to jail.
Iron Tou has disappointed Silverman too many times. Originally Silverman should have used his connections to fish out Iron Tou, but this time Silverman wanted to wait first. He didn't want to spend too much time on a waste. Spending too much effort and money.
Seeing that Silverman was so eager to get the stone tablet, Doctor Octopus became even more interested in the stone tablet. Through Silverman, Doctor Octopus also learned more about the legend about the stone tablet.
After all, Silverman also hoped that after finding the device, Doctor Octopus could help study its specific usage, so he didn't hide anything.
"I really want to see you sooner, my dear Monument of Time." Doctor Octopus muttered while controlling the Octopus robot to perform metal detection.
There are a lot of things sunk at the bottom of the sea, including a lot of metal products, so the error rate of searching this way is quite high, but there is no other good way. Doctor Octopus can only increase his efforts and add more robots.
"Dip! Dip! Dip! Dip!"
An octopus robot discovered another metal product. According to the set program, it automatically determined the location and then began to dig. This time the metal product showed that it was buried on the seabed. Under the sand.
The robot's tentacles touched the hard shell with just a few gentle touches. As it moved, the shape of the metal product was gradually revealed.
When the object gets closer to the target image set in the program, Doctor Octopus will be reminded in the background.
At this time, Doctor Octopus noticed the metal products found by the robot.
The dim seawater and the remembered sand reduced the visibility. Doctor Octopus controlled the robot to turn on the bright searchlight, and then waited for a moment, waiting for the sand to settle down on its own.
After his vision cleared again, Dr. Zhang Yu could see the metal product clearly.
A long, alloy safe, this is the monument of time he is looking for.
After confirming that the target object had been found, other octopus robots also swam over, then put their tentacles on the alloy safe, and then dragged the heavy safe upstream.
In the laboratory, Doctor Octopus' laughter was echoing in the space, and he finally found this treasure.
Slightly suppressing the joy in his heart, Doctor Octopus also opened the door and left the laboratory. This thing was so important that he had to take it over personally.
On the streets of Manhattan, the weather is still sunny today. It has been two months since the racing competition. Although summer is about to pass, the weather has not turned cold yet.
Steve Rogers was sitting outside a coffee shop, staring at the clear sky in a daze.
He was wearing a somewhat old-fashioned plaid shirt, and a brown jacket was still on the chair next to him.
Although his dress is very old-fashioned, with his handsome appearance and strong figure, this old-fashioned look does not look too dazzling. Instead, it makes people wonder whether he is wearing something retro on purpose.
Steve Rogers just stared at the sky in a daze. Although he acted a little strange, there were still young girls coming up to talk to him, asking for his phone number or other contact information.
"Sorry, I don't have a phone number. As for the software you mentioned, I don't have one. To be honest, I don't have a mobile phone yet." Steve said sincerely and seriously.
Faced with such an answer, the young girl looked in disbelief at first, and then felt that she was being played. She glared at him angrily and left with a dark face, muttering something in her mouth. It doesn't sound like a nice thing to say.
Seeing this situation again, Steve scratched his head in embarrassment.
This was already the third time. Every time he finished explaining his reasons, the girls who wanted to contact him felt like they were being tricked. Some even looked around to see if anyone was filming nearby, leaving him confused. .
"If telling the truth hurts, maybe I should tell a white lie." "
But what should I say?" Steve took a sip of coffee and shook his head after thinking about it.
As an old antique who had just woken up from a deep sleep, he was so out of touch with this era that he didn't even know how to tell a reasonable lie.
Maybe he shouldn't have woken up at all and had been sleeping in the ice and snow, just like everyone thought, dying like a legend.
Instead of waking up like now, in an era where he is not needed and does not belong to him.
His legendary story has come to an end, and that glorious, war-torn era has also ended. Captain America has become a thing of the past. He is like a concentrated remnant soul of that era, floating here, wandering with nowhere to settle.
Thinking of this, Steve sighed and stopped being dazed. He drank all the coffee left in the cup and stood up.
He first put on his sunglasses and then his hat, took his brown jacket and left the cafe again, slowly joining the surging crowd.
(End of chapter)