"Alright, I understand. Is there anything else you need to tell me?" Lin Feng asked, calming his emotions.
"In the sanctuary, there's a black suitcase."
"It contains all my life's research. Take it with you too."
"This will be of some help to the me in the other universe."
Lin Feng grunted in acknowledgment.
The Tony of his own universe had already been drastically altered by him.
However, some advanced data should be useful, so he would take it.
"Next, let's talk about the cure."
After resolving Little Morgan's issue, Tony shifted the topic to saving the world.
"This task will fall to you, Peter, and your friends."
Tony looked at the young Spider-Man, as well as the teammates he had brought along.
Upon seeing the Winter Soldier, Tony's gaze flickered and lingered for a moment.
The Winter Soldier lowered his head expressionlessly, a sense of guilt stirring within him.
"I'm listening, Mr. Stark."
Spider-Man hadn't noticed the anomaly and indicated he was present. He simply hadn't understood their recent conversation and thus hadn't interjected.
"I've already developed the cure."
"I need you to go to Avengers Base."
"I've synced the formula to FRIDAY's database, and she can produce it directly."
"However, the Avengers Base control system has been interrupted, and you need to restart it."
Tony instructed Spider-Man.
With the control system's interruption, neither Tony nor FRIDAY could remotely restart it.
Simultaneously, they had lost control of all the suits.
This was why Tony hadn't directly instructed FRIDAY to manufacture the cure.
"Then, you need to transport the produced cure to a Stark Industries aircraft."
"For this aircraft, you'll need to help FRIDAY transport materials for its construction."
Tony pointed to the suit Spider-Man was wearing.
This suit wasn't a nanotech suit, but it also contained a control terminal.
"FRIDAY, grant Peter all permissions and sync data to the suit's database."
Tony commanded directly.
FRIDAY could do many things.
But some tasks required Peter's assistance.
For example, transporting materials...
"From now on, just follow FRIDAY's instructions."
Having relayed all this, Tony breathed another sigh of relief.
With this, he had resolved all his lingering concerns.
He could finally rest.
He could go find Pepper.
He didn't want to continue in this state of being neither human nor ghost.
Although his current form was not entirely unacceptable.
But Pepper was gone, and Little Morgan would go to another universe. What reason would he have to stay here?
"Mr. Stark, I have a question!"
Spider-Man raised his hand, like a good student in class, which was rather amusing.
"Yes?"
"Can the cure also heal the wounds on the zombies?"
Eliminating the zombie virus was a good thing, but Spider-Man quickly focused on the crucial point.
If the zombie virus disappeared, what about the wounds on the zombies?
Tony was silent for a moment, frowned, and shook his head.
"It cannot..."
"The cure can only eliminate the zombie virus within the body."
"Only a small number of people whose bodies are mostly intact, or who have only recently turned into zombies, can be saved..."
Hearing this, Spider-Man swayed.
This news was like a bolt from the blue.
Currently, zombies often had large gaping holes in their bodies, or their flesh was so torn that it was almost standard.
Even if the zombie virus disappeared, and some people regained consciousness, they would quickly die without proper medical assistance.
And his Aunt May... her fate might depend on luck.
With this wave of action, although the zombie virus could be eliminated, the human population would be reduced to less than a tenth of its original number.
"This is the best we can do, Peter."
"Go do it. There won't be a worse outcome!"
How could Tony not know this?
But he was helpless to solve it. He could only leave it to humanity's fate, to see how many could survive.
Someone had said, as long as you are alive, there is hope.
Tony did not wish to say anything further and voluntarily shut down the holographic system.
Before disappearing, Tony looked at Lin Feng again.
"I'm counting on you, Lin Feng..."
With that, the projection vanished.
Lin Feng nodded, feeling somewhat somber.
Spider-Man sat in his chair, lost in thought.
He hadn't expected that after all this trouble, only a small portion of people would survive.
A fair hand reached out and patted his shoulder.
"Let's go, Peter."
"We'll save as many as we can."
It was the Wasp, calmly consoling Spider-Man.
The method had been found, and now they needed to act swiftly.
The sooner the cure was distributed, the more people might be saved.
Spider-Man heard her words and stood up.
He knew there was no time for him to remain in a daze.
"Superman, could you please take us to Avengers Base?"
Spider-Man requested.
With their current abilities, it would likely be impossible to reach Avengers Base in a short time.
Lin Feng readily agreed.
"Of course, no problem. However, before that, I have a question for the Ancient One."
Lin Feng looked at the Ancient One.
The spectral form of the Ancient One emanated light, appearing somewhat translucent.
"Are you asking about the origin of the zombie virus?" The Ancient One maintained her mysterious demeanor.
"Yes, I want to know where the zombie virus truly came from."
At this point, the only remaining task was to create the cure. Lin Feng's clone's mission would be complete.
However, Lin Feng's personal visit was to prevent a similar situation from occurring in his own universe.
The Ancient One pondered for a moment and replied, "Go and see where the wastewater from Japan is discharged."
"There, you will find the diary of a researcher named Murai, which will provide an answer."
"I hope after you read it, you won't blame him."
"Because whether he did this or not, this disaster was unavoidable."
After speaking, the Ancient One looked up at the sky.
... The ceiling.
"I should be going now. I wish you all good luck!"
With that, the spectral form of the Ancient One rapidly became transparent and vanished from the control room.
Lin Feng rolled his eyes.
The Riddler was practically becoming his persona.
According to the Ancient One's words, she clearly knew what had happened.
Are you in a hurry to get back for dinner? Must you make me decipher it myself?
However, it was fine. At least there was a clue now.
Murai's diary, Lin Feng murmured to himself.
"Let's go. I'll take you to Avengers Base."
From now on, as long as the cause was understood, Lin Feng was confident he could prevent it.
Then he would find Little Morgan, and this trip would be perfectly concluded.