Crossing Marvel: I took over Iron Man

When Ye Qingyang heard him say that he was a wild dog, he immediately turned Betty Ross over and made her kneel on the ground.

Ye Qingyang said breathlessly

"I'm very strong, please bear with me"

He punched Betty hard on the forehead, and then kicked Betty away with her teeth and claws.

"Oh, didn't you say that you were very tired tonight and wanted to go to bed early? Why did you go out for a run again? Do you want me to pick you up if you go for a run?"

Blake was a little confused. His girlfriend was so unusual tonight.

"No, no, no, I'm going to finish running soon - eh eh eh" Betty lay on the ground with difficulty to answer the phone, the air in her chest was squeezed out, and she was a little out of breath.

"Betty, I-"

"Don't talk about me, I'm going to die - ah -"

Betty was knocked to the ground by three punches and two kicks by Ye Qingyang, and she quickly begged for mercy.

Who knew that Ye Qingyang had no mercy at all, he would hit her on the head without showing mercy at all. Betty was beaten so hard that she ran around the room, and Ye Qingyang ran wildly.

Betty Ross also accidentally dropped her cell phone on the ground, and Blake didn't reply no matter how much she asked.

Seeing the sweat stained on her phone by Betty Ross from running, Ye Qingyang kicked the phone and flew it to the swimming pool downstairs.

Betty Ross lost strength due to strenuous running and was at the mercy of Ye Qingyang.

She had never exercised so strenuously before. Running secreted dopamine, which made her feel happy, and she had just reached the peak of happiness.

But Ye Qingyang was still high-spirited and showed no sign of excessive drinking.

Just kidding, how could he, who normally drinks two pounds of white wine, get drunk from a bottle of American red wine?

The bottle just now was just an appetizer.

"Come on, come on, after this drink, there will be another one!"

"After this drink, there will be three more!"

On the other side of the secret base of Hans Industry, Hans Hans walked towards Ivan's studio angrily with two strong bodyguards.

"bite--"

Ivan was lying on the bed playing with a bird - the white-feathered parrot.

Facing the aggressive Hans and his group, Ivan didn't even raise his eyelids.

"Here he is, you bird!" Hans laughed angrily.

During the day, Hans was playing golf with a big shot in the military. He hoped that Ivan could show him the unmanned steel armor, but Ivan refused him on the grounds that he only killed people and did not perform.

This made Hans very angry. Not only did he lose face in front of the military, but his self-esteem was also hit hard.

He's just an ordinary beggar who only knows a little bit about physics and chemistry, but he's so awesome that he seems to want to go to heaven. He doesn't take a business boss like himself seriously at all!

It is tolerable, but what is intolerable!

"You're starting to like this bird, right?" Hans stood in front of Ivan. He felt that he was already polite enough to a corporal, so why should this country bumpkin from Maozi country show his gratitude?

But I treat him like a treasure, but he treats me like nothing!

Birdie? Bring it to you!

Hans grabbed the white parrot

"You love this bird, don't you?"

The corners of Ivan's mouth twitched, not knowing what the man with glasses was going to do.

"Take this bird away from me!" Hans originally wanted to strangle him to death, but he was afraid of getting his hands dirty.

"Quack, quack, quack," the white-haired parrot screamed, and was carried away by the bodyguard's neck, and then put into a sack.

"Take his two pillows away too! And his shoes, take them all for me!" Hans looked at Ivan condescendingly.

"How do you feel when I take your things? Are you unhappy? That's good, because I'm unhappy too!"

Hans said the last sentence almost in a roar.

He has been putting up with this toothpick man for a long time!

And Ivan's various actions have already worn away all his patience!

"We made an agreement! I will save your life, feed you, give you clothes, and give you birds to play with! You gave me steel armor. This was our agreement, but you didn't do it!"

"No one can stand without faith. This is the wise saying of the Han Dynasty!"

Hans walked up and down feeling like a fool.

"I don't know if you're a genius or a liar, I don't know what you are?"

Ivan leaned against the wall, still looking like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water.

"It's not time yet."

"Fuck you! I don't speak Russian, you piece of shit!"

In any case, the energy problem has been solved and he no longer needs to be threatened by this toothpick man.

The top scientists of Hans Industries have conquered the energy structure diagram left by Obadiah, and the small Ark energy reactor used by Iron Man has been manufactured.

Hans Industries will soon catch up with the United States and become the top arms dealer surpassing Stark Industries!

He wants to make all those who looked down on him before surrender!

And tonight is the return of his king!

"I'm going to the expo. Maybe I can pick up a girl!" Hans pointed at Ivan.

"You two, keep an eye on him for me. When the expo is over, I will slowly process him! I will make his life worse than death!"

After saying that, Hans kicked open the door with great enthusiasm.

It feels so good to finally no longer have to be humble!

Brother Toothpick looked at the two bodyguards standing in front of him, one on the left and one on the right, who looked like he owed a million dollars, and he sneered in his heart.

Do you think you can tie up my big Ivan with just these two wine and rice bags?

The corner of his mouth tilted and he shook his head disdainfully.

"Hey, old man, why are you laughing?" a bodyguard asked impatiently.

The two of them were retired Marine Corps soldiers. Ordinary people could fight five to one without any problem. But the gray-haired old man in front of him, who was over forty years old, felt that he could crush him to death with just one finger.

"Young man, don't be too arrogant, it's useless." Brother Toothpick mumbled a string of difficult-to-understand Russian.

"Don't talk to me like birdsong!" the bodyguard said.

Brother Toothpick's eyes turned cold and he sat upright suddenly.

"Sit down!" The bodyguard put his hand on Brother Toothpick's shoulder and tried to force it. Who knew that his hand had just touched Ivan's shoulder, but he felt a cold feeling at the zipper of his pants, and he was shocked.

Then a sharp pain came, and Brother Toothpick had a large piece of cat meat in his hand.

"Ah——" A shrill scream came from the bodyguard's mouth.

"Fuck! Fuck!" The bodyguard's eyes widened as he covered his most vulnerable part and rolled on the ground.

The other, stronger bodyguard quickly pulled out a straight knife from his leg and charged towards Brother Toothpick, intending to cut off Toothpick's hand tendon with one knife and render him incapacitated.

Unexpectedly, his eyes flashed, and he closed his eyes subconsciously, feeling that a strong wind had hit his eyes, and a hand caught the back of his neck, making him unable to move.