People set up shop in Marvel, and it just became Doomsday

Happy, who had been pretending to buy sunglasses, saw all this through the mirror.

As early as when Killian brought the bald man into Stark Tower, he felt that something was wrong with him. Today, it turned out that there was indeed some ulterior deal.

The skinny man couldn't wait to open it and take a look, then closed it and carefully walked out holding the box, but was deliberately knocked down by Happy who was walking towards him.

The contents of the box were scattered on the floor, and Happy quickly squatted down to pick them up with him, "I'm so sorry, man."

Happy looked up secretly and saw that there seemed to be some luminous substance flowing under the skin of the skinny man in front of him.

He quietly picked up a small piece of something in the box, and when he was about to leave, he bumped into a bald man who was retracing his steps.

The bald man obviously recognized him at this time, smiled and pointed at him and said: "Hey, how are you, man, you came out alone? Why did you come out to watch a nympho romance movie on a date night?"

As he spoke, he looked unhappy.

Happy said with a smile: "Yeah, a little movie called "The Party Is Over", it's a nympho, it's a love story, it stars the girlfriend you had a crush on, and this is a movie ticket." He held up Pick up the small container you just took out of the box.

"I advise you not to touch this, it doesn't belong to you." The bald man said, trying to reach out for it, but Happy dodged it, and then Happy punched him on the bridge of the nose.

However, before the bald man could turn his head, the red halo flowing faintly under his skin had completely healed his wounds.

The bald man laughed evilly, grabbed Happy's arm, and threw him more than ten meters away, slamming him to the ground.

On the other side, the skinny man couldn't help but suck the contents of the container. His throat began to turn red and shiny, until it spread to his whole body. He pinched his neck in pain, "Sawan!! Help me!"

Sawan, who was about to give Happy a lesson, turned around impatiently, only to find that the skinny man's skin was already showing signs of being burned. He hurriedly walked away. At this time, Happy, who had a booth in front of him as a cover, also hurriedly climbed out. Get up and stick closely behind him.

The next moment, the skinny man seemed to have become the source of an explosion. Huge energy tore through his body and burst out. The strong explosion directly shattered the glass of the street shops, causing fire to reach the sky.

The fire had not yet been extinguished and gunpowder smoke filled the air. Apart from the ruins, there were only charred black figures lying on the ground or spread on the wall and Happy, who was lying on his back and seriously injured.

Happy was almost unconscious at this time. He suddenly saw several nameplates not far from him. He understood everything at this time and pointed in that direction with difficulty.

At this time, a hand filled with sparks suddenly poked out, and the bald man slowly stood up, and the toes that were damaged by the explosion slowly grew back like a severed limb reborn.

He even had the guts to take out a piece of chewing gum, throw it into his mouth, chew it nonchalantly, and then leave.

The sound of fire engines sounded in the distance, but far, far away...

The nurse walked into the ward and checked the patient's drip input. After checking, she picked up the remote control and tried to turn off the TV on the wall, but was stopped by another voice, "Hey, can you turn it on?"

Although the nurse was startled by him, she reacted and smiled: "Hi, of course."

Tony stood up and looked at the TV program being broadcast on the TV, "Downton Abbey on PBS every Sunday night. He likes this program the most. He thinks this program is very elegant."

"One more thing, he would make everyone wear a badge."

Tony walked out of the hospital and was immediately surrounded by a large group of reporters, "Mr. Stark! Our source is that this seems to be another attack on Mandarin. Do you have anything to say about this?"

Tony walked to his car expressionlessly and turned to look at the reporters, "I've always wanted to give Mandarin some holiday greetings, but I just figured out the words. I'm Tony Stark, and I'm not afraid of you. , I know you are a coward, so I have made up my mind, you just need to wait for death. This has nothing to do with politics, it is just old-school revenge. It has nothing to do with the Pentagon. It will be settled between you and me. If you want Come to me and I will hold the door open for you.”

After saying that, he opened the car door and got in, stepped on the accelerator, ignored the reporters surrounding the car and left.

After returning home, Tony immediately began asking Jarvis to collect all information about Mandarin.

"I have prepared Mandarin's database for you, sir. The data sources include but are not limited to SHIELD, FBI, and CIA data interceptors. We are currently reconstructing the virtual image of the crime scene."

"Wait a minute, you just said that the information comes not only from these companies, but also from there? Google?" Tony asked with a confused look on his face.

"It's from me, man." At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in Tony's head.

"Long time no see. Are you back from vacation with your little girlfriend?" Tony said while placing the virtual scene on the larger table behind him.

"Well...it's not really a vacation. I found a place for her to learn magic."

"Magic? Is it the one you showed me in Afghanistan that year?" Tony became interested upon hearing this.

"That's a small trick at best. Real magic can destroy the world." Mo An said helplessly.

"Then what do you think of me? I have also dismantled the reactor. Although I am not a child, I..."

"Hey! What do you think magic is?" Mo An said frantically.

"Huh? Isn't that the case? I think it's all written like this in those fantasy novels."

"Although it's also very fantasy, it doesn't mean you have to be a boy... Apart from that, I guess you're in trouble, is it Mandarin again?"

"Oh, you guessed it right man, I guess even a passerby on the street would know I'm in trouble now." Tony rolled his eyes.

"Really? Will the passers-by on the street give you a brand new steel armor? Look outside the door."

"What a brand new one..." Tony was stunned when he heard this, and looked sideways, only to find that his Prodigal Son armor was standing at the door greeting him.

"Holysh*t! Didn't Jarvis tell you to cut off all the power to the suit?" He quickly took off his glasses and walked out the door.

"No, it's not my fault, sir. The battery level shown here is still 0."

"Mo, what's going on?" Tony couldn't help but asked anxiously.

"You will know once you experience it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tony suddenly had a mental thread connected to the suit outside the door. He subconsciously raised his right hand, and the suit outside the door also raised his right hand. Tony even performed a set of boxing techniques. It can also be done simultaneously.

"Damn, Mo, how on earth did you do this?" Tony said excitedly.

"Don't ask, asking is magic."