Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Chapter 175

On Christmas Day, Rhodes came to the house as a guest.

The colonel came excitedly with gifts, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw the dumpling who followed the convention and decorated the Christmas tree with Benben.

Daisy is now able to step on the small stool and hang the golden plastic ball. She stands on tiptoe and hangs it well. She looks for herself and shows a very satisfied expression.

She turned around and wanted to get down, but unexpectedly threw herself into a spacious embrace, and was immediately lifted high.

Not her dad.

Daisy kicked her legs at first, but when she saw who was coming, she immediately laughed, "Uncle!"

Rhodes hugged this limp one fiercely, and the fragrant baby bath milk scent on her body wafted to her nose, which made even a big man feel infinite affection.

"Why isn't your father here?" Rhodes asked.

Daisy knew that her father was not there, so she pointed to the outside of the living room and told the guests: "Dad is working."

Her wish came true, no one was doing anything at Christmas, but the old father still got up early to stay with the armor.

"He's always been like this, ten or twenty years, I'm used to it." Rhodes shrugged, put Daisy down, reached out to take a piece of apple from the fruit plate that Clumsy brought, and ate it with a crunchy bite, "Are you used to it?" Is it gone?"

Daisy also ate an apple.

Wendy is on vacation today, and no one in her family cooks. Fortunately, there are many semi-finished products prepared in advance in the refrigerator yesterday, otherwise the father and daughter can only sigh at the empty dining table.

Although there is an adult in the family, he is not good at cooking. He is a genius who can explode with bombs and vegetables. To make Christmas happy, Tony doesn't plan to cook.

No matter how bad it is, there are still a group of minions underground, and the minions are cooks, no matter how dark it is, it is darker than Tony.

But since last night, they have hardly been seen on the ground.

Sixty or seventy banana capsules are nested in the bottom at the same time, working together, not doing any illegal activities, but racking their brains to use all electronic devices connected to the Internet with sound systems, to call Jarvis out, and then talk about clocks and peanuts series of detective stories.

As the person who worries the most in the family, Jarvis is very busy. He remembers the amount and nutritional value of each meal of Tony and Daisy clearly. He also has to be responsible for security, accounts, and emails. An AI that doesn't need to close its eyes to sleep is useless.

The story of Jarvis, minions love it once they hear it, and regret not listening to Daisy before, and now it is unrealistic to flock to Daisy's bedroom to listen to the bedtime story every night. Try Braun's cheeky, stalking.

"Big Jarvis!"

"Big update! Tell a new story!"

"A new story, Jarvis!"

"I give you the banana, and a new story, please?"

"I haven't finished talking about yesterday, where did Peanut go after the fight with the clock?"

Each of them held the Minion-Human language translator made by Jarvis, shouting happily.

"I'm calling Wendy." Kevin took out his phone.

In addition to the dozens of numbers of the minion family, his little villain phone watch only stored the numbers of Tony and Wendy. Press "W" to search, and he is about to dial out.

"Sorry, everyone." At this moment, Jarvis said slowly above his head, "Mr. Stark needs some test data. I'm analyzing it for him. Wait a moment, okay?"

The minions cheered.

And Kevin just happened to press the dial button before cheering, and when a wave of cheers surged past, the beeping sound on the other end of the phone stopped abruptly, replaced by Wendy's soft "Hello".

"Kevin?" Wendy was washing clothes at home, with her head sideways and her face clamping the phone, "Merry Christmas, what can I do for you?"

It's rare.

She thought that the group of minions entered her phone number one by one after getting the phone watch just for fun, but she didn't expect to call her one day.

The nanny immediately became extremely vigilant—could it be that Mr. Stark burned the pot again.

Kevin "Hahaha" laughed twice, delighted by Jarvis' answer a second ago, kissed his watch, said Merry Christmas, and said goodbye to "poopaye", and hung up the phone without hesitation.

"Jarvis," Tony said.

The old father was sitting at the workbench in the basement, drinking Daisy's strawberry milk with his chin in his hand.

Everyone likes the little milk of the dumplings. A new batch was delivered this morning. She didn't drink it herself, but the adults tasted it first.

"I'm here, sir." The smart butler responded immediately.

"Now you are a big celebrity in our family." Tony teased leisurely, "You said it would take half a minute to talk to the Minion, but you secretly took ten more seconds behind my back."

"Yes," Jarvis said. "I'm sorry, sir."

"You don't need to be so nervous all the time. I know you'll play games and watch TV when you're free. There's nothing wrong with that," Tony said.

He drank enough milk, put it aside, reached for a silver-white metal box on the table, opened the lid, and there was a blue metal plate with a faint blue luminescence inside.

Despite his small size, he was obviously not to be trifled with.

"Sir, I think the performance of MK50 is still unstable." Jarvis said, "It's not like we haven't tried using nanotechnology miniaturized armor. The last sample failed. The armor can only cover the upper body. After improvement, it can achieve full coverage, but I'm afraid Using a weapon deforms the armor."

"It's strange that it doesn't deform. I know what you're thinking." Tony picked up the metal plate and looked at it. "It fell off last time... You should carry it with you at all times. It's best to embed it in your skin."

"It will bring short-term pain and discomfort." Jarvis said.

Tony said, "It doesn't matter."

He hung the metal plate on his chest, raised his hand and tapped it, and the metallic red particles overflowed in an instant, arming him from head to toe, armed to the end, as if he was wearing the most personal armor.

MK50 is a new breakthrough in Tony's armor history.

"Should Bumble come down for a video, sir?" Jarvis asked.

"It should be hanging a Christmas tree at this time." Tony thought for two seconds, "No need, he took the camera down last time and didn't take a picture of me. He saved a lot of selfies of it in memory."

Such a troublesome person can stay at home for a long time. Although he often receives threats of being sent to the state university, Benben always has a foothold in the Stark family. It can be seen that Iron Man sometimes acts ruthless, but in fact he is still Very good.

Tony stood up and pointed the arc pulse gun in his hand at the standing sign not far away.

"Test one."

Tony had just finished test three when Rhodes brought Daisy into the studio.

The first two tests went smoothly. The improved MK50 armor was more stable than Jarvis expected, and its power was doubled. Tony used it very smoothly.

It's a pity that the MK50 47 version can't help boasting that the attack is effortless. When a cannon from the opposite MK[-] comes over and the nano-molecules want to reassemble the armor into a shield, there will be problems.

Tuanzi followed his uncle into the door, and happened to see his old father flying over his head.

She jumped, and the apple in her hand fell to the ground, and Gu Lulu rolled away a long way.

Christmas has become a day of horror.

"Oh." Rhodes was also startled, and immediately thought that there was a little one underneath, and lowered his head to coax, "It's okay..."

Before everything was over, Daisy ran out quickly and threw herself on the old father who fell: "Dad!"

Fortunately, the old father had the foresight to put a lot of cushions on the ground in advance.

"If you pounce harder, I'm afraid Simpson will find out that I was smashed alive."

Panting slightly after the armor was removed, Tony lifted his daughter up.

Seeing the undisguised heavy worry on that little face, like a little mother-in-law, he chuckled: "I'm fine."

"Is Dad okay?" Daisy asked with a droopy face.

She had to reach out to touch her father's chest to make sure there were no wounds before she became happy again.

"You will be beaten for your hospitality," Rhodes said.

He went to pick up the apple that Daisy had dropped, waited until he got close to the baby, and returned the apple to her, showing a bit of helplessness to his friend who failed the experiment.

Tony didn't take it seriously: "You can't beat me, Roddy."

The friend standing in front of him stretched out his hand, and he shook it with his free hand. He hugged his daughter to stand up, and patted his clothes along the way: "I thought you should give me a medal as a Christmas present."

Rhodes was surprised: "What medal?"

"Help the boss get back the panda, so it's only worth a thank you."

Tony has a good memory.

"Come on, you don't lack anything, and you don't want to accept the award. If you like it, I will give you another achievement after Christmas in the spring." Rhodes said.

Tony took off the metal plate, put it back in the box, asked Jarvis to make an analysis form, turned around and went to the refrigerator to take out two boxes of milk, one for Rhodes and one for Daisy.

"You've been busy these days," he said.

While talking, the old father unwrapped the straw and handed it to his daughter. He saw that the little one in the family poked open the milk and drank it round his cheeks. Then he raised his eyes to look at his friend: "According to your habits, you will come over in the first two weeks." one trip."

"It's a bit busy, but other people are busier than me, running around like headless chickens, looking for someone, but never finding someone." Rhodes held the milk in his hand and didn't drink it. He watched Daisy drink it, There was a gentle look on his face, "It's also sympathy."

"Who are you looking for?" Tony asked.

"There was a special criminal who made a big fuss in the White House before." Rhodes said, "At that time, I tried my best to suppress the news, but some rumors still leaked out, but the people are very forgetful, and the criminal disappeared for quite a long time. Now it is not necessary to bring it up. remember."

Tony called up the operation panel, searched and took a look, and it really matched the memory of the president's almost assassination: "It's a mutant."

He suddenly remembered Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters in Westchester a year ago.

"It's a mutant." Rhodes said, "It is said that he showed up in New York recently."

The colonel pointed to the portrait on Tony's panel: "That's him, Eric Lanshel."