Chapter 500： 10 Ring Gang

A great man once said it.

The bane we planted by ourselves will take root and sprout one day.

Who said this sentence, and what the meaning is, it doesn't matter anymore, at least both of us feel deeply about it.

I’m Tony Stark, the greatest inventor of this century, or maybe a playboy, and a reformed prodigal, a capitalist who holds the keys to the new era. Of course, people prefer to call them more than these titles. I am-Iron Man.

It’s just that from that day on, the normal life of the past seems to be gradually drifting away from me.

introduce myself again, my name is Tony Stark, a...reaper.

No, it's not the skeleton monster wearing a black cloak and holding a sickle in the movie, but a human with extraordinary power.

It may seem incredible to you, but it is the source of my inability to sleep every night, and even my fear.

During the Battle of New York, I saw the ultimate power of the **** of death, the captains of the 13th Gotei Division.

The destructive power displayed by these people is simply unbelievable. Although I am not a devout believer, I can swear to God that if these captain-level death gods are willing, they can erase New York City from the American map at will!

And this... is the source of my fear!

I am not a regular **** of death, but a guy with a bad taste forcibly transformed into the form of a **** of death. This also means that I am a smuggler, and I will be arrested and sentenced to death once discovered.

So the question is coming, how should I deal with these problems?

I tried to invent the God-killing armor and Atlas support system, but from the first battle of the alien invasion in New York, I found that these external equipment had limited improvements and could not be perfectly integrated with spiritual power.

Maybe I should try Lord's suggestion and look at it from an ideal perspective.

Wait... Jarvis, let this guy stop shaking the camera!

Oh, Fuck, you idiot, you didn't even photograph me at all. Who made you move? !

...

In front of the camera with the robotic arm raised, Tony looked furious.

He worked so hard to record a long section, only to find that there was only sound, and he wished to dismantle the robotic arm on the spot.

"Jarvis, remember to remind me next time to throw this idiot robotic arm out when recording." Tony pulled down the recorder, waited aside, and sat angrily on the laboratory sofa.

"It has been recorded in the system log to replace the robotic arm intelligent control system." Jarvis said solemnly.

"No, I regret it, don't remember such useless things, just change to you for the next shooting." Tony's mind became faster than a woman, and after thinking about it, it was better to keep it, and he took a cup of warmth. Teng Teng's Coffee: "That's the end of today's record. I don't want to shoot a second time."

"No problem, sir." Jarvis said again: "Colonel Roddy is here. He is in the lobby, saying that he has something very important for you."

"He is not going to be his patriot, why did he come to find me?" Although Tony was puzzled, he put down his coffee and said, "Let him wait a while and I will change clothes."

After a while, Tony changed into a dark blue striped T-shirt and took the elevator to the living room.

"It's been a long time, Tony." Roddy stepped forward to hug Tony, patted him hard, and smiled: "I mean you are in good spirits, and you feel better than before."

"It's okay, I don't like to hold a man." Tony pushed Roddy away with a look of disgust, then walked to the front of the wine cabinet, and reached out to take out a bottle of whiskey that was exquisitely packaged.

"No, no, I have a business to come today, I can't drink." Roddy swallowed, waved his hand and refused.

"Actually, I didn't plan to share this bottle of wine with you." Tony gave him a surprised look and shook the bottle in his hand: "This is the McAllen in 62 years. I bought it from a guy."

咚咚......

Roddy swallowed louder. At first it was the 62-year-old Macallan, and the wine bugs were all hooked up in his stomach.

But Tony said, he poured a glass for Roddy, placed it in front of him, sat on the sofa, comfortably leaned Erlang's legs, took a sip and said, "A busy person like you is here to find it. I, I guess something must have happened, and it's not small, right?"

When it comes to business, Roddy straightened his back and said solemnly: "Tony, do you know the Ten Rings Gang, do you have any recent bombings?"

"Jarvis!" Tony called out.

News about the Ten Commandments Gang and the recent bombings appeared before him in the form of projection.

It turned out that a recent al-Qaeda organization called the "Ten Rings Gang" caused a series of violent and terrorist operations under the planning of the Mandarin. place.

"Well, I know now." Tony took a sip and raised his eyebrows to beckon Roddy to continue.

"..." Roddy's mouth twitched, but fortunately, he was used to the neuroticism of this friend and said after finishing his thoughts: "The content I'm talking about below is confidential. Please don't tell it, Tony. ."

"Hmm..." Tony agreed vaguely, but he didn't believe it in his heart.

"In fact, there have been nine bombings, but the public only knows about three of them." Roddy took a deep breath and continued: "The crux of the problem lies in the fact that we did not find the detonating device at the crime scene, nor did we Any traces of bombs left behind."

"So, what then?"

Tony shook the cup, and the ice cube hit the wall of the cup with a crisp sound.

"Do we want to ask you for help, Tony." Roddy did not hide his intentions, and said directly: "You have a high-tech armor and a lot of technology we don't know. Maybe you can investigate the truth of the explosion."

"It sounds good, but...it's a pity." Tony put down the cup, curled his lips, and looked at Roddy and said, "I've been busy these days, so you should find someone else to do this job, such as Aegis. The situation is good, aren't they the best at doing this kind of thing?"

"...Tony, I didn't joke with you." Roddy was a little anxious and said seriously: "Since New York was invaded by aliens, the credibility of the United States has continued to decline. We can't let things go on, otherwise it will seriously hit the self-confidence of the people."

"Yes, yes...I know, world wars, world destruction, and so on." Tony spread out his hands helplessly, saying: "But I am really busy now, I can’t spare time and have no sexual interest in this. It’s a mess, so you'd better find someone else to do it."

After that, Tony got up and left.

"Wait, Tony!"

Roddy did not expect this scene at all, and pulled Tony: "You can't ignore this. If S.H.I. one."

"Tell you the truth, Roddy."

Tony's rare look is very serious, he sighed heavily, and said: "I am really busy now, and I have to solve the problem at hand. I have no time to manage a terrorist organization, let alone who is the next president."

Roddy was stunned, he had never seen Tony so serious, and subconsciously put down his hands.

"No, Tony, you have to take care of this."

At this moment, a red-haired beauty walked out of the elevator, her bulging figure attracted two men to scan.

"Natasha...can you tell me how you got in?" Tony gritted his teeth with a green cross on the corner of his eyebrows.

"It does not matter."

Natasha picked up a strand of hair behind her glittering ears, her fingertips ran across the tablet smoothly: "The important thing is, you have to look at this now, Tony."

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