Crossing Marvel: I took over Iron Man

"I tell you, there is only one set, not more."

The one-eyed dragon nodded quickly and said

"Okay, okay, just one set. Are you going to let me pick it up myself or do you want it to be delivered by courier?"

Ye Qingyang rolled his eyes and said

"Of course you can pick it up at your door, but you also want express delivery? I don't want to pay for postage?"

Seeing that it was getting dark, Ye Qingyang had no intention of wasting any more time with the one-eyed dragon. He opened his hands and the mecha covered his body. The one-eyed dragon drooled with envy as he looked at it. He wondered if he was so handsome when he transformed.

Watching Ye Qingyang disappear into the sky, Cyclops walked lonely to the foot of the mountain. MD, just to look cool, he just climbed the mountain road for more than an hour. Now it's dark and the road is slippery. It will probably take two hours to go down the mountain. It's really dead.

To save face and suffer the consequences.

Ye Qingyang directly chose Xiao Rongyu's residence and flew there. There were no traffic lights, no traffic control, and no traffic restrictions in the sky, so it only took Ye Qingyang five minutes to land on the roof of Xiao Rongyu's house.

After taking off his armor, Ye Qingyang was about to go downstairs. Suddenly, his peripheral vision glanced at a phone booth downstairs. Roadside phone booths in the United States are also a special sight.

It seems that public phone booths that flourished for a period of time in the Han Dynasty were the kind that inserted cards and the other type was coin-operated. However, this kind of phone booths were soon replaced by more convenient and faster PHS and mobile phones.

Ye Qingyang remembered that he had seen a sketch about raising funds to build a shared public phone booth. If you want to use it, just scan the QR code on the public phone booth.

However, the phone booths in these countries in Europe and the United States have still been preserved. They are the kind of independent small houses that can often be seen in movies. They are also the exclusive place for Superman to transform.

At this time, in a public phone booth outside the apartment Xiao Rongyu rented, a man was looking in Xiao Rongyu's direction from time to time.

Although the hooded man's movements were casual, Ye Qingyang could still detect a hint of hostility.

This is also a feeling he has acquired after going through various battles since he traveled to the Marvel Universe. It cannot be regarded as a skill, but to be precise, it is a man's sixth sense.

This feeling is very strange, just like when you are in the classroom at school and you stare at the girl you like, there is a high probability that the girl will turn to look at you.

Or if you close your eyes and someone points something at your forehead, your head will feel swollen.

The human body is actually very magical, and it is far from being thoroughly studied. The human body is like an extremely precise instrument, and each cell is an independent biological computer.

If the biological code of the human body can be deciphered, just like the Extremis virus in Iron Man 3, then the human body will be developed in ways that are unimaginable.

Going too far again, the hooded man in the phone booth behaved suspiciously, and according to Ye Qingyang's eyesight, he wasn't on the phone at all, he was just pretending.

Ye Qingyang secretly thought that he didn't know who this man was following and observing, but based on the principle that he would rather kill the wrong person than let go, Ye Qingyang decided to go and check it out.

If it's not related to you, that's the best, but if it's really about stalking Xiao Rongyu, don't blame yourself for being ruthless.

Ye Qingyang took the elevator downstairs and walked quickly out of the apartment. The security of this apartment was good, and all entries and exits were registered. Ye Qingyang threw a pack of cigarettes to the security guard at the door and gave him a familiar face. The security guard was a strong black man.

It is said that he is a retired soldier and gets a monthly salary of US$3,000 here.

Although it is not a lot, it is still enough to support a family and live an ordinary life.

Ye Qingyang was wearing Superman's black-rimmed glasses, and the security guard couldn't recognize him at all. He told the security guard that he wanted to go out, and the black security guard naturally let him go.

Walking quickly to the phone booth, Ye Qingyang knocked on the window of the phone booth. The hooded man inside was startled. He turned around and saw a four-eyed boy with black-rimmed glasses and a height of only about 1.7 meters.

The hooded man suddenly showed a fierce expression and cursed

"Four-eyed guys, get out of here, can't you see I'm on the phone? Tell you, I hate you four-eyed guys the most, wearing glasses and pretending to be intellectuals."

Ye Qingyang said politely

"Sir, I think you have a deep misunderstanding about us people who wear glasses."

The hooded man lifted up his hat, revealing a big bald head. Damn, another dead bald head.

Ye Qingyang cursed secretly in his heart.

When the hooded man saw Ye Qingyang refusing to leave and still chattering, he opened the glass door and said

"That's right, especially the black-rimmed glasses. Do you think you are a superman? I think you are a pig with a green onion in its nose pretending to be an elephant."

Ye Qingyang grabbed the hooded man by the back of his neck, and then knocked his head against the light pole on the roadside.

"Bang bang bang——"

The bald head collided with the iron rod, making a crisp sound. The hooded man was powerless in Ye Qingyang's hands. The fragile parts of his body were held in Ye Qingyang's hands, and he could not use any strength at all.

Ye Qingyang said while bumping into each other

"As a cultural person, it is very reasonable and logical for me to wear black-rimmed glasses. They look good on me. Why are you targeting me?"

The hooded man's forehead became red and swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye, and there was a big bump on the top of his head, which looked like the three-headed dragon in The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

The hooded man felt as if the world was spinning, and there were stars in his eyes. He begged for mercy loudly.

"Stop fighting, stop fighting, I surrender, I apologize!"

Ye Qingyang casually threw the hooded man to the ground like garbage. The hooded man's huge body suddenly turned into a rolling gourd. He was stained with a lot of mud and filth. He tried hard to get up from the ground, but he was dizzy.

, several attempts ended in failure.

Ye Qingyang slowly walked up to him and said sadly

"As a person, I hate people talking about my appearance the most. I also hate those cowards who bully others and bully the weak. You wear a shabby hat and you can abuse an innocent passerby? Do you look down on others when they wear glasses? Today

I’m going to let you improve your memory!”

After saying that, Ye Qingyang kicked the hooded man in the stomach. The hooded man slid on the ground for five or six meters at a speed of 50 kilometers per hour, and then with a bang, his back hit the outer cement wall of the apartment.

It was seven o'clock in the evening, it was already dark, most people in New York had already entered the most important dinner time of the day, and there were very few pedestrians on the street.

In a place like New York, anyone who dares to wander the streets at night is either armed with a gun or without any brains.