Marvel turns into Iron Man

Chapter 403 401 Bad News and Good News

"Sorry for breaking your lawn, but I don't want to smash the roof or the pavement—"

Miss Stark walked slowly to the edge of the pit, and said to the few White House staff who were in trouble.

"Well, for turf and soil, you can go to the branch of the disaster management and control company in Washington for reimbursement."

"If necessary, I can ask the workers to come over and help you repair the lawn, and it will be regarded as compensation."

The guy who seemed to be in charge shrugged his shoulders irresponsibly and didn't say anything.

Miss Stark didn't intend to continue wasting here any longer, so she waved her hand lightly.

Under the control of Jarvis, the steel armor slowly walked out of the lawn and stood behind her.

Then, under the control of the computer, several gaps were opened from the back to the limbs, revealing a human-shaped space, waiting for the driver to enter.

"I promised compensation, and it's up to you whether to honor it or not."

Leaving a sentence lightly, Miss Stark simply stepped into the armor, and then flew into the sky in the steel armor.

No matter what she said, she was a person of status, so she naturally wouldn't care about anything with a group of ordinary people.

If I damage someone else's lawn, it won't cost me any money anyway, just pay according to the price.

But for the White House, who cares whether it will let its own construction team in to help repair the lawn.

Anyway, I have already agreed to compensation, so what happens after that has nothing to do with me.

Half an hour later, the Iron Armor landed on the space platform at the top of the Stark Industrial Building in the center of Manhattan, New York.

The ring platform was awakened the moment she landed, and immediately turned up several rings with mechanical auxiliary arms.

Follow her all the way, dismantling the steel armor on her body into parts and storing them under the platform.

The dexterous mechanical arm helped disassemble the armor parts one by one, but it didn't hinder her movement in the slightest.

Miss Stark walked into her apartment slowly like this, intending to take a rest and relax for a while.

She was really tired - she originally planned to go back to California and go to Death Valley to take part in the S.H.I.E.L.D. command of the Kraken capture operation.

But Kama Taj's sudden change forced her to temporarily cancel her plan and went to the sanctuary to seek answers.

Although I found the result I wanted in the communication with the male mage, the temporary trip to the White House was also a bit willful.

After that, we have to discuss with the World Security Council about our future views and actions on non-human life.

Just by looking at it, you can tell that it is a very large project, and I am afraid it will consume a lot of time and energy.

At this moment, Miss Stark, who was slumped on the sofa, had completely begun to doubt her life.

Who did I offend, and why did I have to make myself so tired, and really wanted to find a place to squat for the rest of my life.

But after thinking about it, no matter what you can come up with, there are only four words of results——[Those who can do more work]

"If you have to find someone to take the blame for all of this...it's all your fault, Thanos!"

"If it weren't for you damn bastard, I would have taken my girls to enjoy the sun and sand by the Mediterranean sea."

She hammered down the armrest of the sofa beside her as if venting her anger, venting her dissatisfaction and resentment towards the death titan.

However, how could the sofa withstand her strengthened, non-human strength, and the armrest was punched out on the spot.

"Jarvis, go ask building logistics to replace me with a couch—"

"Do you know the kind of lazy sofa, the kind that you can't get up once you lie down, and the kind that is super cool and comfortable to lie on!"

Looking at the damage she unintentionally caused and the damaged sofa, Miss Stark curled her lips slightly.

"I have notified the logistics management staff to replace it, please wait, miss."

To be honest, Jarvis's work is still very fast, and he often helps arrange things right away.

A few minutes later, several staff members in uniforms of disaster management and control companies came in carrying several large boxes.

Inside the box was not just a sofa wrapped in a plastic bag, but rolls of red hand-woven rugs.

The carpet has gold moldings, and it looks expensive just by looking at it.

Soon, the rug was laid where Miss Stark had requested.

There are also six lazy sofas of the same size but with different colors placed on it.

After that, they quickly left from the freight elevator with the original two sets of pure white sofas and empty cardboard boxes.

"The speed is still fast, but I don't know how the quality of the sofa is."

After the outsider left, she once again exposed her late-stage lazy nature and threw herself on the sofa that was sent to her.

With a tablet in his hand, he was flipping through the news of the last few weeks, and beside the sofa were two cans of beer taken out of the freezer.

To be honest, this is capitalism at its most corrosive — and how could it be so simple.

"Miss, I have good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

It's a pity that Jarvis' voice yelled at her, who wanted to enjoy herself for a while.

"Well... let's hear the bad news first, and let me get mentally prepared."

Jarvis' words made Miss Stark frown slightly, what happened again?

"The bad news is that according to the information sent back by S.H.I.E.L.D., the capture operation of Lorelei, the sea monster you are quite concerned about, failed."

"Because of the failure of the operation, a field agent named Grant of S.H.I.E.L.D. was also captured by her."

The projection device was activated again, forming a light blue light curtain in front of Miss Stark.

And in the center of this virtual screen, a picture that seems to be captured by a satellite appears on it.

Miss Stark could see clearly that Agent Grant Ward seemed to be riding a motorcycle on the road in the desert.

And behind him, a woman in black with long blond hair was sticking to Agent Ward's body.

The other half of the screen is a dynamic satellite surveillance image. The red dot representing Ward's identity movement disappeared after arriving in a certain city in California.

"...Understandable, so what is the good news you speak of, Jarvis?"

"The good news is that Agent Coulson has personally called, miss, do you need me to connect for you?"

If Jarvis had eyes, he would definitely see the expression on his boss's face as if he had eaten a fly.

PS:

Friend: I have also read a few Marvel novels recently

Friend: Why are so many Marvel fans kneeling and licking Iron Man?

Me: The left and right are just a group of licking dogs, because Iron Man licks if he has money

Me: But to be honest, I'm really different from them

Friend: Then what's your situation, so noble?

Me: If my heroine is in front of me, I can fucking lick her so that she doubts life, really

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