Marvel: The Rise of Little Iron Man

On the endless wasteland highway, the heat wave twisted the distant horizon.

A coquettish Audi R8 slowly drove into the service area and stopped at the door of the lonely convenience store. This place is not so much a service area as a supply station forgotten by time. Except for this convenience store, it is surrounded by yellow sand and dry grass.

Paul pushed the car door, and a hot wind came to his face. He frowned and followed Colson into the only convenience store that could provide air conditioning.

"Huh--" Colson breathed a sigh of relief, took off his sunglasses, showed his gentle smile that had remained unchanged for ten thousand years, and went straight to the dessert cabinet.

"Chocolate frosting, or the classic sugar powder circle?" Colson looked at the few donuts on the counter, and a trace of serious distress appeared on his face, as if he was making a major strategic decision.

Paul leaned lazily on the shelf and took a bottle of coke from the freezer. "A middle-aged man is struggling with two high-calorie dough for more than ten seconds, which is a problem in itself."

"Young man, you don't understand." Colson didn't go back and said in a serious tone, "This is a treat for a day's hard work, and it's a small blessing in ordinary life. You must be careful when choosing.

"Reas that so? I thought it was blood sugar calling you. Paul unscrewed the bottle cap and took a big sip. The cold liquid slid down his throat, dispelling a little heat.

There was only one female clerk with a ponytail in the convenience store, who was browsing her mobile phone boredly. She was surprised by the strange combination.

At the moment when Colson finally made up his mind and stretched out his finger to order--

"Bang!"

The glass door of the convenience store was roughly slammed open, and two strong men wearing headgears rushed in.One of them held a black pistol in his hand and pointed straight at the female clerk.

"Don't move! Take out all the money!" The gun robber's voice was hoarse, with a hint of unskilled tension.

Another robber's eyes swept around the store, and was immediately attracted by Paul, who was leaning on the shelf, dressed in a famous brand and had an outstanding temperament. Immediately, his eyes fell through the glass door and fell on the valuable sports car outside.

Greed instantly ignited his eyes.

"Boy! Hand over the car keys!" He rushed to Paul and stretched out his hand in a fierce tone.

The air in the convenience store froze in an instant.

The female clerk was so scared that her face turned pale. She squatted down with her head in her hands.

Colson slowly raised his hands, and the smile on his face disappeared, replaced by a professional calmness. He turned around to face the robbers. He didn't move quickly, but he was very calm.

"Hey, my friend, relax. We're just passing by to buy a donut." His voice is still gentle, with soothing power, "We can give you money and car keys. Don't hurt anyone."

THE GUN ROBBER'S GUN TURNED TO COLE SON, "YOU, THROW YOUR WALLET HERE! Also, what's on your waist? Guns? Give it to me too!"

Hearing the words, Colson looked down at his waist, and then showed a helpless expression.

He carefully took out a... from under the suit....A wallet with an agent's certificate.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you. This is not a gun." Colson threw the wallet on the ground, "I'm just an insurance seller."

The robber was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect this result.

At the moment when everyone's attention was attracted by Colson.

Paul moved.

The robber who rushed to him was close at hand, and his rough palm almost grabbed his collar.

Paul's eyes did not wave at all, but moved his toes slightly.

Inside the seemingly ordinary sneakers on his feet, the miniature power unit responded instantly. An explosive force that ordinary people can't imagine passed down his ankles to his legs.

Instead of retreating, he took a step forward.

A seemingly casual sideway easily dodged the robber's hand. At the same time, his hand took the opportunity to pick up the plastic basket full of canned drinks on the shelf next to him.

"Hey, big man."

Paul's voice was very soft, with a hint of jokes unique to teenagers.

Before the robber reacted, he only felt a flower in front of him, and a strong wind was coming.

"Bang!"

The heavy drink basket was thrown out by Paul at an extremely tricky angle and hit the robber's temple firmly.

NaThe robber didn't even have time to scream. With a roll of eyes, his huge body fell straight down like a wooden stake, smashing over a row of potato chip shelves, and rattling.

The whole process is as fast as an electric light.

The armed robber trembled at the sudden change and subconsciously turned his gun to Paul.

But he is faster, and Colson is faster.

At the moment when his companion fell down, Colson's body suddenly pressed forward, like a predatory cheetah. His movements are neat and neat, without a trace of excess. The left hand clasped the wrist holding the gun like lightning, turned it up, and a precise tackle, and the muzzle of the gun was instantly directed to the ceiling.

"Bang!"

With a gunshot, the bullet hit the ceiling, and the lime fell with a thud.

There was a sharp pain in the robber's wrist, and the pistol flew out.

Colson took the opportunity to elbow and hit the side of the opponent's neck heavily.

"Uh..."

The armed robber snorted, his body softened, and fell down, unconscious.

It's only five seconds before and after.

The convenience store, which was still in tension just now, instantly restored the dead silence.

The air is filled with the faint smell of smoke and the fragrance of potato chips.

The female clerk looked at all this in a daze, opened her mouth wide, and couldn't say a word.Her brain was completely dead and unable to deal with what had just happened.

Paul kicked the unconscious robber at his feet, curled his lips, and put the bottle of coke on the counter.

"Now, can I finish my coke quietly?"

As if nothing had happened, Kolson sorted out his slightly wrinkled suit collar, picked up the pistol on the ground, and skillfully withdrew from the magazine. Then, he walked back to the dessert cabinet with a gentle smile on his face.

He pointed to the counter.

"Hello, excuse me."

The female clerk trembled all over and raised her head blankly.

"I want the chocolate frosting and the powdered sugar." Colson took out his wallet from his pocket and put a few dollars on the counter. "No need to look for it."

He picked up the two wrapped donuts, took a bite of the chocolate-flavored one with satisfaction, and narrowed his eyes happily.

"Well... this is still delicious."

Paul looked at him and rolled his eyes speechlessly.

Is this the psychological quality of the top agent? I just got rid of two armed robbers, and now I'm just like a person who has nothing to do, wondering which flavor of donuts tastes better?

Colson held a donut in one hand and patted Paul on the shoulder with the other hand, indicating that he could leave.

The two walked out of the convenience store, leaving behind the female clerk, the mess, and two unconscious robbers.

Walking to the door, Paul suddenly stopped and turned around and smiled at the female clerk who was still in a petrified state.

"By the way, little sister."

The female clerk mechanically turned her head to look at him.

"When the police will come, you can tell them," Paul raised a mysterious arc at the corners of his mouth. "There was a strange wind here just now. The wind was a little strong and accidentally knocked out the two people."

After saying that, he no longer cared about the ghostly expression of the female clerk, opened the car door and sat in.

Colson also got into the car and handed another donut to Paul.

"Taste it? Powdered sugar, classic taste.

Paul didn't answer, but just looked at the rapidly retreating wasteland outside the window.

He suddenly felt that dealing with these "adults" on earth was sometimes more tiring than building a transformer.

A few minutes later, when the late police car roared and the policemen rushed into the convenience store, facing two stunned robbers, a smashed shelf, and a female clerk who could only repeat "the wind is blowing... it's a big wind...", everyone fell into deep confusion.

How to write a report on this case?