People set up shop in Marvel, and it just became Doomsday

My name is Mo An, I am 23 years old. I live in downtown Manhattan, New York, and I am unmarried.

I opened a coffee shop called mo's cafe.

It's open until seven o'clock every day and then it's closed.

I don't smoke, and I only drink lightly.

Go to bed at 11pm and sleep for 8 hours every day.

Before going to bed, I make sure to drink a glass of warm milk, then do 20 minutes of Euler exercises, go to bed, and fall asleep immediately.

Once you wake up until dawn, never leave fatigue and stress until the next day.

Doctors say I'm normal.

But today I have to break this self-disciplined routine and come to the laboratory of this man named Tony Stark to help him test the performance of the new suit.

Looking at the confident man in front of me who is eager to try, how hard should I use to push out all his potential without making him feel discouraged?

Waiting online, quite urgent.

"I said, you asked me to give up my precious working time just to do this with you?" Mo An said helplessly.

"How much money does your coffee shop make in a day? I probably make more money than you in the time it takes me to sneeze." Tony said calmly as he adjusted his robotic arm.

"Is it money I'm making? It's the tone. A black-hearted businessman like you who falls in the eyes of money will never understand!"

"Okay, can I, a black-hearted businessman, buy your accent with the two hundred thousand dollars?" Tony rolled his eyes and said.

"Yes, that's great." Mo An said seriously.

"What should we test first? I can't wait." Mo An took off his shirt and did warm-up exercises.

"Does it mean that if I want to become as strong as you, the price is shamelessness?"

"You're wrong Tony."

Mo An raised an index finger, looked at him and said seriously: "It's because I'm strong enough that I can be shameless, not that I can become strong by being shameless!"

"Get fucking stronger." Tony felt like he had never rolled his eyes as much in his life as he did today.

"First of all, the intensity of the blow, are you okay?"

"Don't worry, just hit here." Moan pointed to his chest, "Even if the Stark Tower above our heads collapses, if only one person can walk out alive, it must be me."

"If you say that, I feel relieved."

After putting on the armor, Tony closed the armor and sprayed flames from his feet. Tony flew up and punched Mo An.

clang!!!!!!!

Mo An remained motionless.

"Ah oh..." Tony held his right wrist and slowly lowered himself to half-kneeling on the ground.

He felt like he had just attacked a thick iron wall without overestimating his own strength. Even if there was a cushioning device, this feeling of receiving as much force as he exerted was really uncomfortable.

"Well, this is my full blow." Tony's muffled voice came through the armor.

"Well..." Mo An pinched his chin and thought carefully.

The greatest power he feels now is the punch he faced with Hulk.

If Hulk is compared to the strength of a normal young man, Tony is like a mosquito bite.

It's hard to compare the two of them.

"Hulk, do you remember?" Moan asked Tony.

"certainly."

"The strength of this punch is very good. As long as it is thrown a few thousand times in a row, it can almost compare with Hulk's punch..." Mo An finally said with some uncertainty.

"F**k!" After hearing this, Tony just gave up on himself and lay motionless on the ground.

"You can't compare like that." Mo An squatted next to him, "He is a poor man and can only rely on mutation. The upper limit is there."

He gestured in the air.

"But you are different. Although you are weak now, your upper limit is high."

Mo An gestured in the air again, this time higher than last time.

"As long as you update your armor more often, you will be stronger than him one day, right?"

"Science and technology are the primary productive forces."

Mo An spoke earnestly and sincerely.

"Okay, I admit you convinced me." Tony slowly got up from the ground and flew not far from the opposite side of Mo An.

"Next is the defense strength test."

As he spoke, Tony made a defensive posture.

"Are you...sure?" Mo An said in disbelief.

"Hey, of course I'm not asking you to use your full strength. I don't want to die in the basement like this, okay?"

Tony added: "With your ability, you can always test the limits of my armor."

"let me try."

Mo An walked up to Tony, knocked here, touched there, looked at his fists, clenched them, and nodded thoughtfully.

"Okay, that's almost it."

Mo An walked up to Tony and said, "You don't need to do anything, just relax."

"Yeah?"

Tony doubtfully restored his body to its natural state.

Mo An slowly raised his hand, his thumb pressed against his index finger, slightly bent.

It's like he has lost his mind.

Click.

Moan's index finger hit Tony's armor.

Click click click...

In the next moment, Tony's armor was divided into two parts, the front and back, in a vertical cut. Tony and the back half were flying backwards quickly, but they were gently stopped by something.

Tony turned his head blankly and saw that Mo An, who was clearly in front of him just now, was standing beside him with a smile on his face, holding his back with one hand.

Slowly walking out of the second half of his armor, Tony looked at his other half who was still standing upright in front of him and murmured, "How is this done?"

"Some very simple power application techniques." Mo An shrugged, "Actually, your armor is very hard, to the point where it can't be penetrated by ordinary rifle bullets, but it's still not good enough to face heavy firepower."

"It seems that today's test cannot be completed, so I will leave first."

Patting Tony, who was still a little dazed, Mo An got on the elevator and left the laboratory with a smile.

Tony came back to his senses and shook his head with a wry smile. He wondered if the [imitation Moan Armor] could really be produced in the future.

"Jarvis?"

"At your service, sir."

“How’s the replacement energy plan going?”

"Unfortunately, sir, all elements have failed."

"All failed..."

Looking at the micro-reactor on his chest, Tony's face flashed with confusion.

When Mo An returned home, he had no intention of opening a store. He had already made 200,000 US dollars today. What happened after just one day of operation?

He sat on the sofa on the second floor and turned on the TV to watch some small programs.

Suddenly he heard some movement outside the shop downstairs.

"Uncle Ben, why didn't the store manager open the door today?" This was the immature voice of a little boy.

"Maybe he has something urgent to do today." This was a rich middle-aged male voice.

"What a pity. We are moving away today, and we may never see each other again." The little boy continued.

"How is that possible, Peter, we will also come to Manhattan to visit him during our family trips in the future." The middle-aged man calmed him down.

"Let's go." The middle-aged man continued.

"Wait a moment!"

The moment the two turned around, a familiar voice sounded from behind them.

Turning around and looking, Mo An was leaning on the railing and waving to them, "If you have time, how about coming up and sitting?"