Druid in the Marvel Universe Chapter 50: Would You Look Down on Me?

The entire scene, a one-sided massacre, quickly came to an end.

Alvin ignored it, crashed through the machine gun position, and didn't stop until he had gone quite a distance, ending up sprawled out like a dog, just like Stark.

He specifically took a digital camera, ran into the cave, and wanted to take a commemorative photo at the birthplace of Iron Man.

When he reached the prison door, he saw the black leader who appeared in the movie, now turned into an abstract painting by Stark with a shield, hanging on the rock wall inside the cave.

After taking a few photos in the prison, Alvin slowly walked out of the cave to check on his school's major sponsor, Mr. Stark.

From a distance, he noticed that Stark, who had fallen earlier, still hadn't gotten up. Feeling something was wrong, Alvin quickly ran over.

It was too tragic!

At this moment, Mr. Stark's right leg was twisted in an impossible position, touching his head. His right hand, holding the shield, was twisted in a strange way. The exoskeleton on his body was smoking at every joint, clearly malfunctioning.

Another unlucky one was physicist Dr. Yinsen, who was being held by Stark with his left hand, charging around with a shield. He was almost suffocated, and during the last charge, a bullet from the kid's machine gun pierced the thick shield and hit Yinsen, who was held against Stark's chest, in the waist. The powerful bullet went through Yinsen and into Stark's stomach.

Quickly separating the two unlucky guys, Alvin was glad he didn't spend more time browsing in the cave. Otherwise, he would be holding a memorial service for these two by now.

Dr. Yinsen was relatively okay, just fainted from being choked. Alvin carefully checked his stomach and found it was a through-and-through wound, not hitting the intestines.

The corpse vine turned into a vine as thick as an arm and pierced Dr. Yinsen's buttocks, injecting a red energy into his body. This saved him.

Stark was in worse shape. Fractures and dislocations could be treated, but the big hole in his stomach with a section of intestines severed was a big problem.

The corpse vine first split off a section to pierce Stark's buttocks to keep him alive.

Roughly putting Stark's right leg back where it should be, Alvin then, like a seasoned scavenger, removed the exoskeleton piece by piece and set it aside. This could be taken back to see if Stark wanted to repair it and keep it as a collectible.

After a while, Dr. Yinsen woke up first. He carefully checked himself and found he wasn't dead, and the gunshot wound on his stomach had closed.

Dr. Yinsen saw a young Chinese man squatting in front of Mr. Stark, staring blankly at his messy stomach.

Dr. Yinsen struggled to get up, walked over to Alvin, looked at Stark's stomach, and said, "This is going to be tricky."

Seeing that Dr. Yinsen was okay, Alvin shook his hand and said, "Indeed, it's tricky. The poor guy's intestines are severed. You know, I'm not a professional; I can't operate in a stomach full of crap."

Dr. Yinsen, thoughtfully glancing at the corpse vine on Stark's buttocks, said, "Maybe I can try." Then he ran back to the cave to get something.

When Dr. Yinsen came back with a box, Alvin curiously asked, "I heard you're a physicist. How come you can perform surgery?"

Dr. Yinsen shyly smiled and said, "I usually prefer to be called Doctor because I have a Ph.D. in high-energy physics from MIT. My medical degree is just a bachelor's from Harvard, so..."

Alvin felt a pang of envy. Looking at others and then at himself, he felt like an illiterate. People with a bachelor's degree from Harvard Medical School were too modest to mention it. When he got into a technical school, his family threw a big banquet. It was too embarrassing.

In the midst of the busy operation, Stark woke up, saw Alvin's half-smiling eyes and his messy stomach, and thought passing out again might be a good choice.

His planned rescue operation ended up with him screwing up. He wanted to appear in front of Alvin in the most heroic way to show he could be fine without him, but he messed up again.

Alvin smiled at Stark and said, "Buddy, you look terrible. The ending shouldn't have been like this, right?"

Stark tried hard to adjust his expression to look a bit dignified and said, "It was an accident. Did you see the combat armor I made?"

Alvin rarely nodded in agreement and said, "I have to say, we share the same taste in the appearance of your armor. It's tough and powerful."

Stark said proudly, "That's right. I'm the only one in the world who can make it. Well, of course, Dr. Yinsen also contributed."

Dr. Yinsen shyly smiled and said, "Mr. Stark, I suggest you pass out again. The anesthesia here is not enough, and its effect will soon wear off."

Stark raised his head, gave Alvin a slightly provocative smile, and said, "I'm a tough guy. This pain can't take me down."

Seeing Stark trying to act tough with his messy stomach, Alvin didn't want to provoke him further. After all, Stark was a major donor to the school.

Stark, seeing Alvin back down, breathed a sigh of relief, looked at his stomach and its contents, and sighed, "Guys, how much do I have to pay to make sure you never mention this again?"

Alvin, holding back his laughter, couldn't help but say, "What? About your new nickname, 'Big Shit Stark,' hahaha~"

Stark's good left hand pounded the ground heavily. Then he froze, feeling around a bit, he felt very uncomfortable but couldn't turn his head to see his butt.

Stark nervously asked, "Buddy, can you check my butt? I feel a bit uncomfortable."

Alvin glanced at the corpse vine on his butt and said with a pained expression, "Stark, my buddy, you don't want to know. I think passing out is a good choice."

Stark looked at Alvin in despair and said in horror, "Don't tell me it's what I think it is!"

Alvin, of course, knew what this old playboy was worried about.

Alvin, with the most sincere expression, said to Stark, "Buddy, you're overthinking it. It's not that bad."

That sincere expression was like a farewell to a body, genuine and solemn.

Stark was scared, stunned for a moment, and then, with the most cautious attitude, softly said, "Buddy, will you look down on me for this?" His expression was like a worried puppy afraid of being abandoned.