Chapter 500 10 Rings Gang

A great man once said that.

The seeds we planted with our own hands will one day take root.

Who said it, and what it meant, doesn't matter now, at least we both 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 a new era. Of course, people prefer to be called by these titles. I am - Iron Man.

It's just that from that day on, those normal lives in the past seem to be gradually drifting away from me.

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

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

It may seem unbelievable to you, but it is the source of my sleepless nights and even my fears.

During the Great War in New York, I saw with my own eyes the ultimate power of the god of death, the captains of the Gotei Thirteenth Division.

The destructive power displayed by these people is unbelievable. Although I am not a devout believer, I can swear to God that if these captains of death want to, they can wipe New York City off the map of the United States at will!

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

I am not a regular God of Death, but was forcibly transformed into a God of Death by some wicked guy, which means that I am a smuggler, and once discovered, I will be arrested and sentenced to death.

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

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

Maybe I should try Lord's suggestion and look at it spiritually.

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

Oh, Fake, you idiot, you didn't even take a picture of me, who made you mess around? !

...

In front of the camera held by the robotic arm, Tony looked furious.

He painstakingly recorded a long section, but found that there was only sound, and he wished to dismantle the robotic arm on the spot.

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

"It has been recorded in the system log, and the intelligent control system of the robotic arm will be replaced." Jarvis said solemnly.

"No, I regret it, don't memorize such useless things, just replace it with you next time." Tony's mind became faster than a woman's, and after thinking about it, he thought it was better to keep it, and he picked up a cup of hot steam. Teng Teng's coffee: "This is the end of today's recording. I don't want to shoot it again."

"No problem, sir." Jarvis said again: "Colonel Roddy is here, in the hall, and said he has something important to look for you."

"Why did he come to me instead of being his own patriot?" Although Tony was puzzled, he put down the coffee at hand and said, "Let him wait for a while, and I'll change clothes."

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

"Long time no see, Tony." Roddy stepped forward and hugged Tony, patted him hard, and said with a smile, "I mean you're in good spirits, you feel better than before."

"It's alright, alright, I don't like hugging a man." Tony pushed Roddy away with a look of disgust, then walked to the front of the wine cabinet, reached out and took out a bottle of exquisite packaging,

A very expensive whisky.

"No, no, I'm here today for business and I can't drink." Roddy swallowed and waved his hand to refuse.

"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 62-year-old Macallan. Got it from a guy."

goo-dong...

Roddy's saliva became louder. Hearing it was a 62-year-old McCarran, the wine bugs were hooked up in his stomach.

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

As soon as he mentioned the business, Roddy straightened his back and said solemnly: "Tony, do you know about the Ten Rings Gang and the recent explosions?"

"Jarvis!" Tony yelled.

News about the Ten Commandments and the recent bombings appeared in front of him in the form of a projection.

It turned out that there was an al-Qaeda organization called the 'Ten Rings Gang' recently, which caused a series of violent terrorist actions under the planning of the Manchurian. place.

"Well, now I know." Tony took a sip of wine and raised his eyebrows to signal Rody to continue.

"..." Roddy's mouth twitched, but fortunately, he was used to this friend's nervousness, and after sorting out his thoughts, he said: "The following content is confidential, remember not to spread it, Tony ."

"Hmmmm..." Tony replied vaguely, but he didn't believe it in his heart.

"Actually, there were nine explosions, but the public only knew about three of them." Roddy took a deep breath and continued: "The crux of the problem is that we did not find the detonating device at the crime scene, nor did we Any trace of the bomb."

"So, what then?"

Tony shook the glass, and the ice cubes hit the wall, making a crisp sound.

"Do we want to ask you for help, Tony." Roddy didn't hide his intentions, and said directly: "You have high-tech armor, and many technologies that 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 glass, pouted, looked at Roddy and said, "I've been busy recently, so you can find someone else to do this work, such as Aegis It's a good game, aren't they the best at doing this kind of thing?"

"...Tony, I'm not joking with you." Roddy became a little anxious and said seriously: "Since New York was invaded by aliens, the credibility of the United States has continued to decline, and we can't let things go any further. Otherwise, it will seriously damage the national self-confidence.”

"Yes, yes... I know, world wars, world destruction, etc." Tony spread his hands helplessly and said, "But I'm really busy right now, and I don't have the time and I'm not interested in it. It's a mess, so you'd better find someone else to do it."

After all, Tony got up and was about to leave.

"Wait, Tony!"

Roddy didn't expect this scene at all and grabbed Tony: "You can't ignore this, if S.H.I.E.L.D. intervenes, the president is likely to step down because of it, don't forget that Pierce is one of the contenders for the next president. one."

"To tell you the truth, Roddy."

Tony's rare expression was very serious, he sighed heavily, and said, "I'm really busy right now, and I have to solve the matter at hand. I don't have time to manage a terrorist organization, let alone who is the next president."

Roddy was stunned for a while, he had never seen such a serious Tony before, and put down his hand subconsciously.

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

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

"Natasha...can you tell me how you got in?" Tony said with a cross on the corner of his brow, gnashing his teeth.

"It does not matter."

Natasha tucked a lock of hair behind her crystal ear, her fingertips running smoothly across the tablet: "It's important, you have to see this now, Tony."

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