I became a weirdo in Marvel

Chapter 13 Elegance
At this moment, Tony just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

As proud as he is, when has he ever apologized to others so humbly?

Even when facing his respected father, he argued with reason.

What's more, he felt that he had done nothing wrong and the so-called ten charges were simply nonsense.

Isn't it normal for him to be handsome, rich, and have many girlfriends? The weapons he developed have put America a hundred years ahead of others, so what's wrong with taking more rest? Can this be blamed on him?
What made Tony most uncomfortable was that the shameless Billy must have edited what he said to the camera into a video and sent it to the whole world. You could tell by how happily he was smiling.

From now on, he has a dark history known to people all over the world.

Tony, who had lost all his dignity, sat dejectedly on the floor, ignoring Rhodes's smile that even an F-22 fighter jet couldn't suppress. He looked like he had lost all hope in life and sighed to Billy on TV, "Are you satisfied now? You destroyed the proud Tony Stark with your own hands."

"No, no, no, Tony, I believe your pride is not so easy to be destroyed, unless you become an idiot who can't even do addition, subtraction, multiplication and division."

Billy put his big face close to the camera and laughed: "Anyway, your performance surprised me. You win this time, Tony. The police and agents will come here soon to rescue you. You are free."

Hearing this, Tony couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. This tiring experience was finally coming to an end.

At this moment, he didn't feel any joy of victory and just wanted to go back and have a good sleep.

However, Billy's next words made him nervous again.

"But don't think this is the end. This is just the beginning. Congratulations on officially entering the extraordinary world. Take on the responsibility of carrying the torch. It is a gift, but also a curse."

"Supernatural world? Gift? Curse? What does this mean?"

Tony stood up and asked urgently.

Billy showed an intriguing smile and waved goodbye to Tony: "You will know these later. Goodbye, Tony, I look forward to our next meeting."

After saying that, the TV screen flashed and went black.

Tony, curious, took two steps forward, grabbed the TV and shook it hard: "Hey, don't run, speak clearly! Are you the Riddler of Gotham?"

"Cough cough cough."

Rhodes coughed a series of times and said weakly, "Tony, why don't you help me bandage my wound first? I feel like I'm too old."

"Oh sorry, I'll be right there."

Tony had no choice but to let go of the innocent TV for the time being and turned back.

But when he was trying to bandage Rhodes' wound and accidentally touched his skin, a series of strange images with Rhodes' figure flashed back and forth in Tony's mind.

Tony couldn't help but hold his head as the stabbing pain came with it.

"What's wrong, Tony?" Rhodes asked with concern.

"fine."

Tony shook his head vigorously and asked Rhodes in confusion: "Well, have you ever given me any extreme awards before?"

"The pinnacle prize?"

Rhodes was even more surprised: "You know? I just found out not long ago that the military wants to give you the Extreme Award and will hold a large award ceremony next week. I originally wanted to tell you the news, but I was attacked as soon as I left the base."

Tony didn't want to listen to what was said next. He was almost confused.

The award ceremony is next week, why did I see the picture of Rod presenting me the award?

Could it be that the images I saw were all things that would happen in the future? Wasn't I dreaming before? I saw my own future? Will I become Iron Man in the future? So, I have the ability to predict the future?

This is not scientific at all!
Suddenly, Tony remembered what Billy said.

“It’s a blessing and a curse.”

"Hoohoo!"

Obadiah was breathing heavily, and the beard on the corners of his mouth drooped limply due to too much sweat, making him, who always advocated elegance, look a little embarrassed.

However, he was unwilling to stop. The darkness behind him concealed a disturbing aura. He now just wanted to run as hard as he could and escape from here.

Fortunately, Obadiah regularly exercised in his spare time, and finally before he ran out of energy, he passed through the dark corridor and came to a door.

He stretched out his hands, used up the last bit of his strength, and pushed the door open.

The light of hope shone on his face. Obadiah stumbled out into the light, unable to suppress his laughter. “Hahaha! I made it out alive!”

He is still alive, but Tony is likely to have died from the poison gas. Now, who can stop him?
It won't be long before he inherits Stark Industries, becomes chairman, and becomes the largest shareholder.

Just thinking about it was so exciting that Obadiah couldn't help laughing twice.

At this moment, several helicopters appeared overhead, familiar sirens sounded, and a steady stream of police cars roared over and stopped neatly in front of him. A large group of armed police officers filed out of the police cars and surrounded him in an instant.

The smile on Obadiah's face froze. He slowly raised his hands, opened his mouth, and uttered a word that struck his soul: "Ah?"

Hell's Kitchen, a luxurious villa.

The underground king Jin Bing sat alone at the long dining table, wearing a spotless white suit, with a triangular napkin tucked at his collar. He held the fork in his left hand and the knife in his right hand, slowly and elegantly cutting the steak in front of him and putting it into his mouth.

He closed his eyes in ecstasy, and while chewing, he savored the feel of the beef rolling between his teeth.

Suddenly, the door of the villa was opened with a bang, and a large group of men in black suits rushed in. All the security guards of the villa were pinned to the ground, unable to move.

Jin Bing clenched his hands, slowly opened his eyes, and the murderous intent in his eyes emerged without any concealment.

"Who are you? Don't you know that it is very rude to disturb others while they are eating?"

The leading black-clad man smiled contemptuously and took out a piece of paper from his pocket: "Jin Bing, we have sufficient evidence to prove that you are involved in a kidnapping case. This is an arrest warrant. Please follow me!"

???

Jin Bing felt puzzled. How could a kidnapping case be traced back to him? He was the underground king of New York. Those gluttons sitting on the top were all won over by him through bribery or threats. How could someone suddenly come to arrest him?
He smelled something unusual.

But no matter what, elegance cannot be lost.

Jin Bing took out a napkin and wiped his mouth, then said in a deep voice, "I need to finish my breakfast first."

"Hmph, I gave you face?"

The leading man in black waved his hand, and several other men in black rushed forward and pushed Kingpin down on the dining table, with the specially made thick soup splashing on his face.

Jin Bing's eyes widened, and the muscles hidden under his clothes suddenly swelled up, knocking several people on his body to the ground in one fell swoop.

He wiped his face, straightened his clothes, raised his chin slightly and looked at the group of people in front of him who had pulled out guns: "Don't make a move, I'll go with you."

(End of this chapter)