Chapter 502 Clues
Fifty million dollars to buy a corpse.
Although it may seem like an exaggeration, in fact, for Tony, this is just a drop in the bucket.
A special righteous skeleton that can perfectly hide the breath and suppress the fluctuations of the death god's spiritual pressure is simply giving him help in the snow. In comparison, the tens of millions of dollars paid are basically the same as giving away for nothing.
Tony didn't ask Lord what he needed dollars for, he didn't care.
One-handed payment, one-handed delivery.
After confirming that the amount of the check was correct, Lord slowly got up, turned and walked into the room where the goods were stacked, pretended to rummage together, and then walked out with a corpse.
The style of this skeleton is different from the previous version. It has not been sculpted in advance with the user's appearance and physical signs. It is more like the kind of dummy model that is displayed in the clothing store on the street.
Seeing Tony's suspicious eyes, Lord explained: "This is the latest skeleton of the Technology Development Bureau. It can automatically generate the corresponding appearance and body shape according to the wearer's soul and spiritual pressure."
Tony seemed to understand what he heard, but he still accepted the rhetoric and took the skeleton. Near real.
"We are not responsible for the goods leaving the cabinet."
Lord tapped the table with his index finger, reminding Tony.
After hearing this, Tony looked at the dummy-like righteous skeleton and decided to try it on on the spot to avoid accidents.
Wearing a corpse is actually like the process of putting on a piece of clothing. First, you take off the old corpse that you are using, and then 'squeeze' your soul into this new corpse.
"Oh, this feels...great!"
Tony, who had just put on the skeleton, immediately felt light.
If the previous righteous corpse gave him a sense of experience, it was like a rusted old-fashioned machine, and there was always a feeling that it could not do what he wanted; then this new-style corpse gave him the feeling of Like a freshman, he can manipulate every part of his body so smoothly that it is unbelievably silky.
And the best part of this skeleton is not only the comfortable and silky experience, but also its most important function, which is to limit the fluctuation of the soul's external spiritual pressure in an almost extreme way.
In this regard, Tony feels quite good.
The restraining effect of this skeleton was beyond his expectations, it could even be said to be close to perfection, and the fluctuation of spiritual pressure could hardly be felt!
Even if there is a Captain Death, swaggering past him, he doesn't have to worry about being discovered.
"It seems that you are very satisfied with the item."
Lorde sat back on the reclining chair, leisurely raised Erlang's legs, and looked at him with a half-smile.
"Not bad, this is the effect I want!" Tony was overjoyed, his smiling face was full of folds, now he can finally feel at ease, he doesn't have to worry all day, and he doesn't even dare to go out the door.
"If that's the case, then don't send it."
Lord waved his hand and issued a veiled expulsion order: "Remember to take that unused corpse away. I don't want people to think that this is the murder scene."
"Really ruthless..."
Tony muttered, but he didn't intend to stay any longer, he picked up the unused righteous skeleton, waved his hand and turned to say goodbye: "Thank you anyway, now I don't have to worry, it will be discovered by those death captains. ."
While speaking, Tony had disappeared, and the sound of the sports car starting from outside the door, and then the violent roar of the engine, gradually moved away.
"Hehe, it's a little too early to thank me now.
Lorde watched where he left, with a mysterious smile on his lips: "Bengyu is ready, it's time to inform Hasward." "
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Queens Museum of Art.
It is based on the predecessor of the New York World's Fair and was established in 1964. It is one of the most famous attractions in the Flushing business district.
It was Sunday, the school was off. Peter was going to take a day off at home, but his best friend Ned used the method of pulling him hard to go out for a walk to relieve his mood. He also asked his crush Michelle to come with him. Visit and play here.
"Cheer up, Peter."
Ned patted his friend's shoulder, squinted his eyes into a slit, and said with a smile: "Tell you the good news, it is said that today the CEO of Stark Industries Group will come here to give a speech in person, and show the cleanliness of the new era by the way. Energy, this is rare!"
"Peter, how long has it been since you slept well?" Michelle leaned over and stared at the dark circles on Peter's face.
"Uh...I'm fine!"
Peter's face flushed slightly. He was a little uncomfortable at such a close distance. He hurriedly took a step back and rubbed his nose vigorously to hide his panic: "I've been addicted to a game recently, so I slept late at night."
In fact, this is not the case. Since the end of the New York War, despite the police's efforts to maintain the peace, the crime rate has continued to increase linearly, and it has vaguely broken the record of the past decade.
During this time, he couldn't rest at all at night. He was either helping the police catch criminals or on his way to catch criminals. He even doubled the scope of his business, not only in Queens.
Even though Spider-Man has a superman-like physique, even he felt a little overwhelmed by the continuous rotation of the day and night. He was either sleeping or dozing in class, which made his friends and best friends suspect that he was in a bad mood, and dragged him out to visit the expo. .
"Playing games?" Ned glanced suspiciously at his friends, others might not know, but he knew that Peter didn't like playing games at all.
"Play less games."
Naturally, such an obvious lie could not deceive Michelle, but she did not choose to expose it, and led the topic elsewhere: "Let's go in, it should have already started."
"Yeah, hurry up, hurry up!"
Ned was indeed distracted, and he pulled Peter and walked inside, calling for Michelle to follow quickly.
Seeing that his friend and Michelle didn't ask any further questions, Peter was slightly relieved, tried his best to squeeze a smile on his face, and followed into the expo.
After several strict security checks, the three children successfully entered the interior of the expo. The front hall covers a very large area and is furnished with a sense of technology. Many people gathered under the stage, waiting for the CEO of Stark Industries Group, Bo Bo. New Era Clean Energy Speech by President Z.
"A lot of people..."
Peter was squeezed into the crowd, and he regretted bitterly, why he didn't sleep at home, but came here to suffer.
The rioting crowd suddenly fell silent. Peter and the others raised their heads and saw a well-dressed woman, under the protection of a fat bodyguard, walking to the booth with a microphone.
"The current CEO of Stark Group, Virginia Pepper Potts, is known as the woman behind Tony Stark, who supports the huge group by herself." Michelle's eyes were full of envy.
"It is said that she is the only woman who has followed Tony Stark for so many years." Ned said very gossip.
"Miss Potts is really good, very gentle and considerate." Peter interjected.
Ned elbowed his friend and said disdainfully, "It's not a good habit to brag. Talk like you know her."
Not only do I know her, but I also know Mr. Tony, Mr. Frank, and Captain Rogers... Peter pouted and muttered inwardly.
Potts' speech was captivating, and everyone in the audience was deeply impressed. Only Peter was so tired that he was yawning all the time.
It was really boring, and Peter, who was afraid of falling asleep, looked around the expo, looking for something new, so that he would not fall asleep later.
Just as his eyes swept to the rear right, the spider sense suddenly reacted, and the hairs on his arms stood up one by one, as if to indicate the imminent danger!
"That person... is suspicious!"
Peter's heart was tight, and he quickly locked the target source of the spider sense.
It was a man in his forties, with the iconic Middle Eastern beard on his chin, holding a bunch of dog tags in his hand, and he seemed to be muttering something.
