Chapter 44 What color armor do you like?

Tony had never told anyone about the chest device that absorbed the shrapnel in the body.

The only one who knew was Pepper.

But Pepper obviously couldn't tell Xu Mo about this.

So where did Xu Mo know about it?

Tony looked around the room with his eyes wide open.

"God, did you secretly install a bug or camera in my room?"

"This is not what a good citizen should do!"

After a round, Tony, who found nothing, returned to Xu Mo.

"Jarvis, help me check if there are any networked surveillance devices in the villa!"

"Okay sir!"

In less than a minute, Jarvis's electronic voice sounded again in the room.

"Sir, no surveillance equipment has been found in the villa at present!"

Xu Mo sat on the sofa, looking at Tony's angry look, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Don't worry, I don't have that kind of perverted hobby. I'm not interested in what you did in the room!"

"The reason why I know about the shrapnel is because of my ability!"

As he said, Xu Mo waved his right hand gently.

The knife and fork in the kitchen flew over suddenly under the influence of mental power, and finally stopped in the air between the two people, slowly rotating.

This was the reason he had thought of long ago.

And the reason why he revealed the illusion that he could only manipulate metal was to leave a trump card.

In this way, even if it was exposed, with the precedent of Magneto, people would accept the setting that he could only manipulate metal without any doubt.

In this way, he might save his life at any time.

"Wardfake!!"

Seeing this scene, Tony's expression was more exaggerated than before.

"Mutant?"

"Magneto?"

"Are you Eric's illegitimate son?"

"Tony, if you don't take care of your mouth, I can't guarantee that this knife and fork will not be stuck in your mouth the next moment!"

Xu Mo looked at the other party unhappily.

"Sorry, I... I'm just too excited!"

After a long time, Tony calmed down his excitement.

After learning about the shrapnel in his blood, Tony certainly thought about how to take them out.

Conventional medical skills cannot do it for the time being.

As for unconventional methods, the first person he thought of was Magneto.

Two years ago, the scene of Magneto controlling the Golden Gate Bridge was clearly imprinted in the minds of every American. It is almost common knowledge that the other party has the ability to control metal.

With this ability, the other party should be able to easily remove the shrapnel in his blood.

Unfortunately, that was also the last glory of Magneto.

After that, he was injected with mutant serum and became an ordinary old man.

He also sent people to privately look for mutants with similar abilities, but he never had any clues.

During this period, he also found that because of the Ark reactor in his chest, the palladium element in his blood exceeded the standard, and his body had some signs of palladium poisoning.

Although he took some measures.

But if it continues.

Within three years, the toxin will cause irreversible damage to him.

Xu Mo's ability made him see hope again.

After thinking for less than ten seconds, Tony breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, you win!"

"What color armor do you like?"

...

After the two discussed the details of the armor.

Tony couldn't wait to pull Xu Mo to the medical room on the second floor of the villa.

Under Xu Mo's efforts.

Tony not only helped him make a set of armor, but also helped Xu Mo make a set every time the armor was updated.

Xu Mo glanced at the seven or eight doctors around him.

"I don't think you need to make such a big fuss. I don't intend to leak my secrets!"

Hearing this, Tony also reacted.

Because of Magneto's crazy troubles, ordinary people now have some rejection of mutants.

He can understand that Xu Mo doesn't want to reveal his identity.

Tony, lying on the operating table, waved away the doctors.

Licked his lips that were cracked due to nervousness.

"Dude, do you promise not to go to the hospital and can get it done here?"

Tony originally planned to go to the hospital, so that if there was any accident, there would be room for recovery.

But Xu Mo insisted that they could just find a room.

That’s why they came to this medical room.

Xu Mo saw Tony’s nervous look.

He could only comfort him.

“Don’t worry, I won’t joke about this. It doesn’t matter if you die, but it won’t work if no one helps me make armor!”

“Even if it’s for my armor, I won’t let anything happen to you!”

Tony pouted and gave Xu Mo a thumbs up.

“You really know how to comfort people!”

When there were only two of them left in the room.

Xu Mo started directly.

He first controlled the shrapnel to flow into a small blood vessel on his arm that could barely accommodate it, and then tied a tourniquet on both sides.

With a thought, several small shrapnel flew out.

The whole process took less than a minute.

Until Xu Mo manipulated several shrapnel into Tony's hands, Tony was still confused.

"I'll leave this as a souvenir for you!"

Xu Mo opened the door and looked at a group of private doctors waiting outside.

"You can come in and help him stop the bleeding!"

After saying that, his expression suddenly moved, and he stared at a familiar figure standing among the group of doctors, with a playful smile on his face.

Tony looked at the shrapnel in his hand with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Is this... the end?"

After touching his chest, the usual feeling of oppression had completely disappeared.

As doctors poured into the room.

Xu Mo turned around and left.

In the medical room.

Tony shouted as he looked at a group of doctors who were staring at him at a loss.

"Hurry up and bandage it for me!"

Seeing the small wound on Tony's arm, a doctor in the crowd hurriedly came up, opened the medicine box, and began to disinfect him.

At this time, a doctor standing nearby looked at the wound exposed after wiping away the blood.

"Mr. Tony, your wound really needs to be bandaged as soon as possible!"

Hearing the other party's tone, Tony's expression changed as he was observing the shrapnel in his hand.

"What do you mean, serious?"

The other doctors also looked over with doubts.

After all, no matter how you look at it, this is an ordinary small wound. Although a vein was injured, judging from the location and the amount of bleeding, it was only a superficial small vein, and there was a tourniquet.

Definitely not a serious injury.

"You misunderstood, the wound is not serious!"

The doctor next to him had a smile on his face.

"I mean, if we don't bandage it quickly, the wound will heal!"

Hearing the other party's words that were obviously making fun of him, Tony became a little angry.

"Which hospital are you a doctor in? I want to file a complaint against you!"

"Of course, this is your right!"

The doctor who bandaged him took out a business card and handed it to Tony.

"I'm currently a surgeon at Mount Sinai Hospital, you can call me Strange!"

After speaking, Strange walked directly outside.

As a well-known surgeon at Mount Sinai Hospital, under the forced order of the dean, he turned down an important surgical operation and came here for medical treatment. However, he did not expect that just a trainee nurse could easily bandage the wound. Work.

These people are simply wasting medical resources.