Marvel: God of Spear Technical Advisor

The little boy reluctantly led Qiang to his private property.

Harry's garage is divided into two parts; the front part still performs the function of the garage, and the back half has been transformed into the little boy's private domain. Toys, souvenirs, celebrity pictorials and elementary school students' handiwork can be seen everywhere.

The arrangement and layout of the garage fully reflects the mother's profound intentions: not only to give her children a space for free play, but also to be able to control their current situation in real time.

In this small world, there are a bunch of items that are not so coordinated. A Mark armor covered with mottled scratches is scattered in pieces on the sofa and the table. Charging lines are connected to the armor components, criss-crossing, and it looks bigger than a computer.

The back panel of the host is even more messy.

"You charge Iron Man's suit from your home power line?"

"Tony said that the armor needs to be charged before it can be put on, and that it has to wait for it to restore the driver; but he has something to do and can't wait to leave first." Harry said in a muffled voice; the scene shrouded in shadow just now left him with

Too many psychological "shadows".

"Alas..." He patted Harry on the shoulder and said, "Kid, remember to send this month's electricity bill to Tony afterwards; otherwise your mother will beat you to death."

What does this kid think the Mark Armor is? An electric toy?

The standard power source of the Mark armor is a nuclear fusion reactor. How about using a household power line to charge it? It didn’t burn down the house because the armor’s compatibility is so good.

It seemed that Tony was either in trouble or in an emergency, otherwise he wouldn't have tricked a child like this.

"..." Harry looked up and looked forward. It was not until this moment that he reacted belatedly, and his eyes suddenly looked horrified.

"Don't worry, he is the richest man in the world and will not default on his debts." Xiang Qian said nonsense and turned around and walked out of the garage.

There was no latest news about Tony from Harry. Surprisingly, Jarvis successfully contacted his master.

To be precise, Tony remotely started Jarvis's server to help him analyze the data, and the signal location was captured by the electronic housekeeper.

"Mr. Zion, do you need to speak to Mr. Stark?"

"Wait a moment." He turned his head forward and looked at Harry, whose ears were already perked up. "Kid, it's time for you to go back to your homework."

"I've done all my homework." Harry answered quickly.

"Then go do some housework. Maybe if your mother is happy, she won't hit her so hard when she sees the electricity bill."

Harry's face was full of displeasure: "You, like Tony, want to drive me away."

"Child, although this world is very dangerous, it is not enough for a primary school student to maintain world peace." He pinched the back of the boy's neck, turned him 180 degrees, and pushed him back into the house.

"Okay, Jarvis, let me talk to him."

In less than ten seconds, Tony's slightly surprised voice was heard forward: "James? Are you really... I mean, is it really you?"

"Of course, the fake ones were not authorized by Jarvis."

"Oh, man, welcome back." Tony's voice sounded relaxed, and he should not be in danger; "When did you arrive?"

"Let me think about it...it was about six hours before your villa was bombed." He looked forward with a regretful look, "I went to see it and it was quite completely destroyed. Even the foundation of the first floor fell into the sea.

;Actually, I quite like the music booth on the first floor, what a pity.”

"Only the foundation of the first floor fell?" Tony asked a very strange question.

Qianqian seemed to know what the other party meant, and said: "Yes, the entire foundation of the first floor is gone, leaving an empty space filled with rubble."

"That's good!" Tony's answer was even more clueless.

"It's really good." Xiang Qian said, "I've seen it at Harry's house. The situation on No. 42 is very bad. It will take at least two or three hours to complete the basic power supply. Have you not considered using something underground?

?”

"It's not yet time, I don't want Pepper to know; just the number 42 will make her very unhappy."

"Speaking of Pepper, I have some bad news; she's missing, along with Maya Hansen. Do you have any news?"

Tony's voice on the opposite side paused obviously: "I think I know where to find them."

"It's just me, not us?" Xiang Qian asked with a smile.

Tony admitted his mistake shamelessly: "Okay, it's us, not me."

"Can I come over now?"

Tony looked around: "It's okay, there's no one around, but you'd better be careful when you come over..."

"Clang...Clang! Clang!" Accompanied by a harsh sound of metal shattering and countless electric sparks, he stepped forward through the portal.

"What did you say to be careful?" Looking forward and left, "Why are you in a van?"

Tony's eyes were dull: "I want you to be careful not to damage the van. This is not my car."

"Whose car is that?"

With a bang, the car door was opened from the outside, and a man in his thirties poked his head in: "Is there no problem, Mr. Stark, I heard..."

After this guy saw clearly what was going on inside the car, his eyes were even duller than Tony's.

"Hey, hey! Can you hear me?" He called forward and woke the person up: "This is your car? I'm sorry, it's damaged here. In fact... I feel like it can't be repaired."

"You...are you James Zion?" Harry, the little boy who owned the car, came onto the road and recognized Xiang Qian's identity at a glance.

"Of course, it's me."

"Why are you in the car too?"

"I came to see Tony, and we made an appointment to meet here."

"Oh..." The car owner glanced at the messy car again, with a hesitant look on his face; "Are you... too intense?"

"Huh?" Xiang Qian and Tony stared at each other at the same time.

Facing the death stares of the two bosses, the car owner was sweating profusely and had the illusion of suddenly seeing hell.

"Actually...actually I want to say..." The owner of the car almost cried when he looked at the broken pieces of equipment in the car. He was just a wage earner, how could he afford such a big responsibility?

Qianqian patted the other party's shoulder with understanding: "Don't worry, buddy; I am solely responsible for the losses here. Do you have a PAYPAL account?"

"NO..."

“Where is the bank’s online payment account?”

"I... have two credit cards, but one of them is overdrawn."

Now it was Xiang Xiang's turn to be helpless: "Brother, it's 2012 and the end of the world is coming soon. Are you still living in the last century? Don't you want to experience a new way of life before the end of the world?"

"Hey, don't be so harsh;" Tony tried to smooth things over, "He's a fan of mine."

"Okay, Mr. Fan, this is my business card..." Xiang Xiang said, "Call the phone number above and my company's secretary will handle all the compensation matters this time. You don't have to worry."

"Oh, okay, Mr. Zion. By the way, will the end of the world really happen?"

"NO!"

"Then can I interview you once? Just like Mr. Stark..."

"I think it's better for us to go through legal procedures to handle the compensation matter." He moved forward to take back the business card from the other party's hand.

"NONONO! I don't think it's necessary to interview you." The fan brother was so frightened that he quickly put his business card into his pocket. After thinking about it, he felt a bit at a loss; "Then I can ask Mr. Stark about

Your problem?"

Looking forward to Tony: "If he wants to answer, it's up to you..."

"Including what happened with you in the van?"

"Huh?" The two big guys stared at each other with death again.

"This question is actually too boring..." The fan brother's facial expression reading and comprehension was completed quickly and accurately.

The two bosses nodded with satisfaction, got out of the car and left. As they walked, voices could be heard intermittently.

"I can't tell you are so enthusiastic about your fans, yet you agreed to an exclusive interview with him?"

"What can I do? His broadcast truck is the closest video decoding equipment to me."

"Does he break the record and become the first male reporter in history to conduct an exclusive interview with you?"

"If you didn't tell me, I really wouldn't have thought that I should ask him to give him a female assistant. She must be the most beautiful one."

"Then have you checked which TV station he belongs to, so as not to cause problems then?"

"What could be the problem?"

"What if you have slept with the female assistant assigned to him before?"

"Oh, I didn't think of this question; maybe it's the same thing you slept with."

The fan brother watched them leave with mixed feelings in his heart.

It is not without reason that these two playboys are envied and hated by men all over the United States.

…

At dawn, Tony led the way to a suburban manor with a sense of history.

"Is this right here?" He looked forward at the vast building complex.

In the 19th century, American factory owners were very curious about European castle-style decoration, and this place is a product of the popular trend at that time.

"I located the live satellite signal of Mandarin - the fake Mandarin, of course - and it's right here."

"You are sure not to activate the equipment under the ground, otherwise you can wait until No. 42 completes charging." Looking forward at Tony, who was wearing an assault hoodie, "You rush in like this, and just throw a bullet from the other side. Iron Man

It’s reimbursed—that’s something even aliens can’t do.”

Tony shook his head resolutely: "No, I don't want to wait any longer."

"Okay, that's understandable." Xiang Qian said; he did understand Tony's state of mind at the moment. If Qin or Liana were in danger and their lives were unclear, he might not be more patient than Tony.

"I'll take the lead, you follow me."

Tony was very dissatisfied: "Oh? When did you think brother Tony needed the protection of others?"

"Maybe...when not wearing the armor?" Qiang Xiang pretended to think, "Your question will make Happy very sad."

Tony's face turned slightly gloomy: "He won't; I put flowers in his ward. And I also helped him contact the best directors and actors in the San Fernando Valley. He can see it when he wakes up - he will be

The best producer in the San Fernando Valley.”

There was silence for a moment; Happy was not only Tony's bodyguard, but also his friend. It could be said that he was one of the very few people trusted by Tony Stark.

Previously, Happy tracked down the suspected perpetrators of a terrorist attack, but was involved in a big explosion and was seriously injured. Tony was angry because Happy was injured and declared war on the terrorists, which eventually led to the villa attack.

"Okay, then...for Pepper, and for Happy."

"Come on."

"Wait!" He stretched out his hand to stop her.

"What happened again?"

"Are you going to use this? A nail gun?" Looking forward at the weapon in Tony's hand, he no longer had the energy to complain; "As far as I know, there are more gun stores than convenience stores in the United States."

"Ever since I was drunk driving and dangerously carrying a gun when I was twenty years old, I have been banned from using firearms for life." Tony replied confidently, "I thought you knew that."

"Of course I know; the largest weapons manufacturer in the United States has been banned from using guns for life. This joke has been circulating until the day you disbanded the weapons department." Xiangqian thrust the pistol he carried into Tony's hand, "There is another joke in the United States.

That is, although guns are not prohibited, most people who use guns on a daily basis prefer to use firearms from illegal sources."

Tony deftly opened the magazine and sleeve and inspected: "Illegal firearms, where did you get them?"

"Snatched it from a drug dealer; I suggest you wear gloves and don't leave fingerprints on it. This gun killed a drug dealer and injured several prison guards in the past two days."

"It sounds like you've had a great time the past two days."

"It's not too exciting, but it could be written into a vulgar novel." Qiang Xiang complained to himself, "Let's go, look for news about Pepper first, and don't shoot unless necessary."

Tony shrugged disapprovingly and ultimately made no objection.

The first half of the infiltration operation went very smoothly.

Although Xiang Xiang deliberately limited his use of magic, even if Xiang Xiang only showed Kunlun Qi and fighting ability, it was not something that the ordinary bodyguards in the manor could handle - even if these bodyguards looked unusual.

It wasn't until they walked through the garden and broke into the cloister of the main building that they were stopped head-on.

A sharp-edged middle-aged white man with four or five followers stopped in front of Xiang Xiang and Tony.

"Aldredge Killian." Tony recognized the person.

Tony's name was also called out from the other side: "Mr. Stark, ah, who else did I see, Mr. Zion? Is today my lucky day? Or is it Super Friday? There's a buy one, get one free?"

Killian's voice is a bit sharp, and the lines on his face and even the suit he wears reveal a sharp temperament. His image gives people a dangerous feeling of being unforgiving and killing everyone.

As soon as Qiang Qian came into contact with this look, his tone became extremely boring: "Why is it that the expression on the face of every self-righteous and complacent person is always surprisingly consistent and disgusting?"

"Smug? Complacent?" Killian's face instantly darkened, remembering some bad memories; "Are you talking about Mr. Tony Stark?"

"Well... to be honest, Tony Stark was really like this before he was forty years old." Qiang Xiang seemed to be talking to himself, and Killian couldn't help but be startled when he heard it; "So, you look like this now.

Are you imitating Tony Stark?"

Qianqian turned around and asked Tony, pretending to be surprised: "Is this Mr. Killian also a fan of yours?"