Chapter 17 Only 3-year-old children read comics (please collect)
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Zei Gui
Chapter 17 Only three-year-olds read comics (please collect them)
It was noon, and the scorching sun hanging high in the sky was scorching the earth like a fireball.
Located in a newsstand on Brooklyn Street in New York City.
A white guy with a somewhat plump figure seemed to have just returned from lunch.
After closing the door, he placed a stack of the latest newspapers from the Daily Bugle that he had just received not long ago in the most conspicuous position in the newsstand.
"Although it was delivered late, who can sell it well?"
Just such a simple job, but it still made him sweat profusely.
He casually wiped his face with his arm.
The young man couldn't wait to throw his lump heavily on the chair.
As if something suddenly occurred to him, the young man turned sideways with difficulty and slowly took out a box of cheap cigarettes from the side pocket of his big pants.
puff.
Without caring that his actions at this moment might lead to his death in fire, he lit a cigarette.
"Huh...comfortable!"
He half-closed his eyes and slowly blew out a smoke ring. This moment seemed to be his happiest moment.
"Young man, please help me get a newspaper, thank you."
An old man with gray hair and a stooped body came outside the newsstand at some point.
"Hey, they're all there. Take your pick. They cost five cents each. Remember to pay."
With half-squinted eyes, he raised his finger and pointed at the place where the newspaper was placed, and blew out a smoke ring again, causing the entire newsstand to be filled with cheap second-hand smoke.
The old man straightened up with difficulty, reached for a copy of the Daily Bugle, and took out a five-cent coin from his pocket and slowly placed it on the table.
"Today's young people..." With a sigh, the old man sat on a chair by the roadside and slowly read the newspaper in his hand.
"Superman in New York? Haha, this world is so interesting..."
Reading the newspaper in his hand, the old man had an intriguing smile on his face.
Sa!
A breeze blew through the hot air, making people feel extremely refreshing.
"Bring me a newspaper, thank you."
"Now, over there, get it for yourself, and remember to pay five cents when you're done."
Still the same process.
However, the young man who was enjoying the pleasure of the nicotine in the cigarette with half-closed eyes suddenly felt a cold breath blowing across his face.
Even in the hot noon, ice stubble instantly condensed on his unshaved beard.
The biting chill made him shiver, and he hurriedly opened his eyes.
The next moment, the cigarette that had been extinguished by freezing was hanging from the corner of his mouth and fell to the ground.
His whole body jumped up like a Tom with his butt burned, and the flesh on his body trembled.
"Hey, hello Mr. Superman, this is the newspaper you want."
"Mr. Superman, you don't have to pay. Just treat it as a gift from me."
"Young people, remember to strive for excellence in everything you do!"
The old man on the roadside had stood up at some point, leaving only these words and a hunched back.
Swish!
Looking enviously at the figure that instantly disappeared from the sky, the young man wiped the non-existent cold sweat on his head.
Then he looked at the five-cent coin deeply embedded in the stainless steel table and was speechless.
……
“Superman, the greatest superhero in human history, suddenly appears in New York City. This is New York’s good fortune and the good fortune of all mankind!”
Obadiah Stane's office in the Stark Industries office building.
“The editors of the Daily Bugle are getting better and better at writing headlines that attract attention.”
He threw the Daily Bugle that he had just read the title on his desk.
Obadiah Stane came to his desk.
Then he opened a strictly encrypted file on his personal computer.
"Jericho Missile, huh, Tony Stark, you are really a genius who can rival your father."
"It's a pity that he is just as pedantic as your father and doesn't know how to adapt."
He casually sent this document representing Stark Industry's top secrets (only an introduction to weapons) and a letter that had been prepared to an unknown IP address.
Obadiah Star closed the computer, walked to the window, and had a commanding view of almost the entire New York City.
<divclass="contentadv">"Superman? Tony Stark? Power? A genius mind?"
"Humph, in the end, capital has the final say in this world. Whoever has enough money can truly dominate this world!"
As if thinking of something, Obadiah turned around and came to his desk and picked up the phone.
"Hello, General Ross..."
"Yes, I accept your deal on special weapons ordering on behalf of Stark Industries."
"Don't worry about it yet, I can also give your military a new deal..."
"Haha, then, happy cooperation!"
After hanging up the phone, a sinister smile flashed across Obadiah's face.
The next moment, his smile instantly became amiable. He looked at the blonde beauty who was about to knock on the door of the office and spoke slowly.
"Come in, Ms. Potts, you came at the right time. We have just received two large orders from the military, totaling 50 billion dollars. I hope you can inform Tony as soon as possible."
"Mr. Stan, with such an order, will we at Stark Industries..."
As the president's secretary, Pepper Potts, after briefly understanding the orders accepted, felt that they seemed unable to complete such orders.
"Don't worry, Ms. Potts, don't you know Tony? He is the most talented weapons engineer in mankind today. There is no difficulty that can stump him."
"Okay, Mr. Stan, I'll pass it on to Mr. Stark."
As a secretary, Peppa's power is limited, and he has done his best if he can raise questions.
……
At night, in a luxurious villa on Malibu Beach in Los Angeles.
Tony Stark, who had just returned to the villa with two beautiful blondes from a banquet, finally ended his life of gunfire.
Somewhat unable to sleep, he removed his hand from a certain soft body with a graceful figure, left the bedroom full of strange smells, and came to the underground laboratory of the villa.
"Hey Jarvis, let's see what new projects we have coming up."
Holding a glass of expensive red wine produced in 92, Tony shouted into the air.
"Sir, I have just received two new orders from your company, and there is some information in them for you to review."
Following a magnetic voice, a virtual projection instantly appeared on the laboratory table in front of Tony.
"Well, this is..."
Looking at the two pieces of information on the visual desktop, Tony still looked very casual.
He threw the valuable red wine in his hand into the trash can, and then clicked on the content of one of the documents in the air with his fingers.
"Recreate the super soldier serum experiment? Gamma radiation mutation? Green giant..."
Looking at the information in front of him, the expression on Tony's face became more and more serious.
"These stupid guys in the military are going to cause trouble."
After briefly understanding the information, Tony felt that this order seemed a bit challenging, and then he clicked on the second order.
"Are you kidding? How can there be a Superman in this world!"
The moment he opened the second order, Tony was full of doubts about its authenticity.
"Sir, this is the latest media report about Superman today, as well as the original video of the press conference, as well as many passers-by on the Internet claiming to have captured photos of Superman flying."
As soon as Jarvis finished speaking, many videos and blurry photos of Superman appeared on the virtual projection in front of him.
"Did Superman really pop out of the comics?"
Tony still couldn't believe it.
"Mr. Stark, do you need to read a comic about Superman? There is a detailed introduction to the character of Superman, which may be helpful for you to complete your order."
"You're kidding, only three-year-olds can read comics."
Tony seems to have a lot of disdain for people who read comics.
"Warning, there are..."
Jarvis's warning had just sounded, but Tony's figure had already disappeared into the basement.
"..."
Even Jarvis, the most powerful artificial intelligence, was stunned for a few seconds.
"Activate emergency plan, contacting Ms. Pepper Potts..."
……
It was noon, and the scorching sun hanging high in the sky was scorching the earth like a fireball.
Located in a newsstand on Brooklyn Street in New York City.
A white guy with a somewhat plump figure seemed to have just returned from lunch.
After closing the door, he placed a stack of the latest newspapers from the Daily Bugle that he had just received not long ago in the most conspicuous position in the newsstand.
"Although it was delivered late, who can sell it well?"
Just such a simple job, but it still made him sweat profusely.
He casually wiped his face with his arm.
The young man couldn't wait to throw his lump heavily on the chair.
As if something suddenly occurred to him, the young man turned sideways with difficulty and slowly took out a box of cheap cigarettes from the side pocket of his big pants.
puff.
Without caring that his actions at this moment might lead to his death in fire, he lit a cigarette.
"Huh...comfortable!"
He half-closed his eyes and slowly blew out a smoke ring. This moment seemed to be his happiest moment.
"Young man, please help me get a newspaper, thank you."
An old man with gray hair and a stooped body came outside the newsstand at some point.
"Hey, they're all there. Take your pick. They cost five cents each. Remember to pay."
With half-squinted eyes, he raised his finger and pointed at the place where the newspaper was placed, and blew out a smoke ring again, causing the entire newsstand to be filled with cheap second-hand smoke.
The old man straightened up with difficulty, reached for a copy of the Daily Bugle, and took out a five-cent coin from his pocket and slowly placed it on the table.
"Today's young people..." With a sigh, the old man sat on a chair by the roadside and slowly read the newspaper in his hand.
"Superman in New York? Haha, this world is so interesting..."
Reading the newspaper in his hand, the old man had an intriguing smile on his face.
Sa!
A breeze blew through the hot air, making people feel extremely refreshing.
"Bring me a newspaper, thank you."
"Now, over there, get it for yourself, and remember to pay five cents when you're done."
Still the same process.
However, the young man who was enjoying the pleasure of the nicotine in the cigarette with half-closed eyes suddenly felt a cold breath blowing across his face.
Even in the hot noon, ice stubble instantly condensed on his unshaved beard.
The biting chill made him shiver, and he hurriedly opened his eyes.
The next moment, the cigarette that had been extinguished by freezing was hanging from the corner of his mouth and fell to the ground.
His whole body jumped up like a Tom with his butt burned, and the flesh on his body trembled.
"Hey, hello Mr. Superman, this is the newspaper you want."
"Mr. Superman, you don't have to pay. Just treat it as a gift from me."
"Young people, remember to strive for excellence in everything you do!"
The old man on the roadside had stood up at some point, leaving only these words and a hunched back.
Swish!
Looking enviously at the figure that instantly disappeared from the sky, the young man wiped the non-existent cold sweat on his head.
Then he looked at the five-cent coin deeply embedded in the stainless steel table and was speechless.
……
“Superman, the greatest superhero in human history, suddenly appears in New York City. This is New York’s good fortune and the good fortune of all mankind!”
Obadiah Stane's office in the Stark Industries office building.
“The editors of the Daily Bugle are getting better and better at writing headlines that attract attention.”
He threw the Daily Bugle that he had just read the title on his desk.
Obadiah Stane came to his desk.
Then he opened a strictly encrypted file on his personal computer.
"Jericho Missile, huh, Tony Stark, you are really a genius who can rival your father."
"It's a pity that he is just as pedantic as your father and doesn't know how to adapt."
He casually sent this document representing Stark Industry's top secrets (only an introduction to weapons) and a letter that had been prepared to an unknown IP address.
Obadiah Star closed the computer, walked to the window, and had a commanding view of almost the entire New York City.
<divclass="contentadv">"Superman? Tony Stark? Power? A genius mind?"
"Humph, in the end, capital has the final say in this world. Whoever has enough money can truly dominate this world!"
As if thinking of something, Obadiah turned around and came to his desk and picked up the phone.
"Hello, General Ross..."
"Yes, I accept your deal on special weapons ordering on behalf of Stark Industries."
"Don't worry about it yet, I can also give your military a new deal..."
"Haha, then, happy cooperation!"
After hanging up the phone, a sinister smile flashed across Obadiah's face.
The next moment, his smile instantly became amiable. He looked at the blonde beauty who was about to knock on the door of the office and spoke slowly.
"Come in, Ms. Potts, you came at the right time. We have just received two large orders from the military, totaling 50 billion dollars. I hope you can inform Tony as soon as possible."
"Mr. Stan, with such an order, will we at Stark Industries..."
As the president's secretary, Pepper Potts, after briefly understanding the orders accepted, felt that they seemed unable to complete such orders.
"Don't worry, Ms. Potts, don't you know Tony? He is the most talented weapons engineer in mankind today. There is no difficulty that can stump him."
"Okay, Mr. Stan, I'll pass it on to Mr. Stark."
As a secretary, Peppa's power is limited, and he has done his best if he can raise questions.
……
At night, in a luxurious villa on Malibu Beach in Los Angeles.
Tony Stark, who had just returned to the villa with two beautiful blondes from a banquet, finally ended his life of gunfire.
Somewhat unable to sleep, he removed his hand from a certain soft body with a graceful figure, left the bedroom full of strange smells, and came to the underground laboratory of the villa.
"Hey Jarvis, let's see what new projects we have coming up."
Holding a glass of expensive red wine produced in 92, Tony shouted into the air.
"Sir, I have just received two new orders from your company, and there is some information in them for you to review."
Following a magnetic voice, a virtual projection instantly appeared on the laboratory table in front of Tony.
"Well, this is..."
Looking at the two pieces of information on the visual desktop, Tony still looked very casual.
He threw the valuable red wine in his hand into the trash can, and then clicked on the content of one of the documents in the air with his fingers.
"Recreate the super soldier serum experiment? Gamma radiation mutation? Green giant..."
Looking at the information in front of him, the expression on Tony's face became more and more serious.
"These stupid guys in the military are going to cause trouble."
After briefly understanding the information, Tony felt that this order seemed a bit challenging, and then he clicked on the second order.
"Are you kidding? How can there be a Superman in this world!"
The moment he opened the second order, Tony was full of doubts about its authenticity.
"Sir, this is the latest media report about Superman today, as well as the original video of the press conference, as well as many passers-by on the Internet claiming to have captured photos of Superman flying."
As soon as Jarvis finished speaking, many videos and blurry photos of Superman appeared on the virtual projection in front of him.
"Did Superman really pop out of the comics?"
Tony still couldn't believe it.
"Mr. Stark, do you need to read a comic about Superman? There is a detailed introduction to the character of Superman, which may be helpful for you to complete your order."
"You're kidding, only three-year-olds can read comics."
Tony seems to have a lot of disdain for people who read comics.
"Warning, there are..."
Jarvis's warning had just sounded, but Tony's figure had already disappeared into the basement.
"..."
Even Jarvis, the most powerful artificial intelligence, was stunned for a few seconds.
"Activate emergency plan, contacting Ms. Pepper Potts..."
……
