My Private Marvel System

Before lunch, Natasha and Tony were only concerned about Dole.

But after a very hearty meal with art-like delicacies, even Natasha, who is not very picky about food, looked at Dole in a different light.

It is enough to get the title of "Master" if he can exert his cooking skills to this level.

Natasha has seen food and chefs from many countries, superb cooking skills, mastery of ingredients and heat, and alternative cooking techniques for ingredients

But in front of Dole, Natasha really felt the beauty of the combination of food and art.

The scent of food still remained between the lips and teeth, the tip of the tongue cheered, and the belly protested.

"Hiccup~! My friend, for the sake of my stomach, I think it would be better to see you less in the future." Holding his a little enlarged stomach, Tony also stuffed a piece of sauce into his mouth.

"Oh, my God, how can I refuse this piece of sauce? You are such a devil!"

The beef thigh and sauce rolled in the mouth, and the soft and moderate muscle tendons became an irresistible delicacy.

Natasha was also a little overwhelmed. For her with extremely high control and not too picky about food, this is not a good sign.

"Maybe I should think about it now and get rid of this'slimming enemy'?"

It feels bad to eat, but Natasha has to admit that she still wants to eat it! !

It is not just filling the stomach, but completely losing control of the mouth and hands, as if unable to stop.

"Oh, my belly, you must be the devil, you must be the devil sent by God to punish me for not eating well!!"

Tony stood up hard and moved for a while before removing the feeling of bulging belly. fQxSw

Natasha also clutched her belly and walked out of the office a little indecently, vowing never to eat Dole's food again. Otherwise, the slim figure will soon be as flush as a bucket.

"Well, Mr. Devil, you can tell me why you came to me."

Tony took a few pills to help digestion and said comfortably with his eyes closed.

"Have you played Warcraft? Do you have game experience?"

Hearing Dole's question, Tony opened his eyes in surprise: "God, have you asked me to play Warcraft? Haha!!"

With a wave of his hand, the office software seemed to have received some signal. An ultra-large and ultra-clear, ultra-thin display screen that looked like a three-dimensional cinema appeared in front of Dole.

Touch the screen with your fingertips, and several versions of Warcraft and World of Warcraft icons appear.

Even one or two of Dole have never heard of it, let alone seen it.

"Blizzard has specially developed two versions of Warcraft for me, and all World of Warcraft versions have at least ten full-level numbers"

Tony raised his head and introduced his record like a few.

"Well, I know you are a game master, you can put these away."

The display disappeared, and Dole thought about it and said: "If I mean, if you have the effect of halo skills in the game"

"What are you talking about? Aura skill effects? What aura? Durability or concentration? Is it bloodsucking?"

Tony jumped up, his nose almost touching Dole's face.

Pushing away the excited Tony, Dole briefly talked about the effect of the pineapple chicken.

"Is it only twelve hours? What a pity!"

Hearing that there was only twelve hours of time, Tony's interest suddenly diminished.

After hearing this, Dole smiled and didn't care. Maybe now there are only aura-type skills with time limit, but if the hero feast continues to be upgraded, the unevenness will have a permanent effect.

"What do you want to trade it for? Isn't it a beautiful sword?"

Tony obviously also knows that this pineapple chicken is not something you can buy with a beautiful knife.

"I need a potion for Green Goblin."

Dole didn't conceal his purpose, so he said it directly.

"Green Golem's potion?!" Tony fell silent after hearing the words. It would be easier if Dor wanted the steel suit, but the Green Golem's potion was not so easy to obtain.

Who is the Green Devil? Big villain, big villain. You want to get his body-strengthening potion from the villain, it's not easier than making it yourself.

Dole obviously also knew the difficulty of the matter was not small, otherwise he wouldn't have spent two weeks trying to get these two heroic feasts.

"With that effort, it's better to develop it yourself." Tony muttered, but Dole was stunned.

Yes, the system mission did not say that you can't develop it yourself? Dole was also confused by the task, why didn't he expect to develop it himself?

Dole was also misled by the mission, but now thinking about it, the mission requirement is a standard-equivalent strengthening potion, but it must have been in the hands of the Green Devil. Because the mission penalty was for the Green Gob to track for an hour, Dole confined the quest items to the Green Gob in the first place.

"Does S.H.I.E.L.D. have any potions? It's about the same as the Green Devils."

When he opened his mind, Dalton looked at Tony anxiously.

"I should have this?" Tony is not familiar with SHIELD, at least not yet.

"Not only does it have, but it's better than the one in the hands of the Green Devil."

Natasha didn't know when she opened the door and entered, her eyes scorching at Dole.

"Damn it, this is not the professional ethics of a qualified secretary."

"Your eyes are always on my chest and butt, and it is not the professional ethics that a qualified boss should have."

As soon as the two spoke, there was a feeling of needle-pointing to the wheat.

"You have just registered with SHIELD, but you seem to be familiar with SHIELD?"

Natasha looked at it like a laser scanner ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ as if to see through Dole thoroughly.

"Tony told me about it, so it's familiar. Right, my friend."

Tony grinned and nodded stiffly. He couldn't watch his friend being interrogated, right?

"It seems that our Mr. Tony is very concerned about SHIELD? Would you like to go to the headquarters for a cup of coffee?"

Of course Natasha knew the sloppy between the two, but she didn't say anything, she gave Tony a warning blank, twisted her waist and left.

"This is a signal to contact S.H.I.E.L.D., you can figure it out by yourself." Before leaving, Natasha threw a badge-like thing to Dole, which looked very delicate.

"You owe me several big meals! Don't forget!"

As the price of silence just now, Tony did not forget to blackmail some.

Smiling and nodding, Dole left the Stark Group and directly contacted SHIELD.