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However, the results were quite disappointing.

Tony, with his three-inch tongue, easily convinced Pepper that he went to the owner of the Playboy magazine because he wanted to buy a piece of the energy business from the other party, and nothing else.

He Shenyan did not believe this.

So, after Pepper left, he asked, "Tony, let's be honest, are you back in your old business?"

"Why go back to the old business?"

"Don't be stupid, are you starting to fool around with those models again? Ah, you rambunctious bastard. When you got married, you swore in front of everyone that you would never mess with flowers again. For a few years, why did you—"

"—stop, stop, stop!"

Tony raised his hand quickly: "I really didn't do anything to hurt Pepper. Well, I did go back to my old business, but not in the way you think. I just..."

"Just what?"

Tony sighed and touched his bald head: "I'm just starting to be Iron Man again."

After a while, he didn't get the response he wanted. Tony raised his head and asked inexplicably, "What about your 'surprised' reaction? How do you feel that you are not surprised at all about my comeback?"

"Why should I be surprised?"

The Master asked back: "Indeed, last time I met you said you retired. But you can't be idle, I don't think you would stay in the villa so honestly pick up your daughter from school every day, and fish in your spare time. You are not That kind of guy, Tony."

"Then who am I?"

"You know it yourself."

He Shenyan laughed: "So, why is the boss of Playboy magazine related to Iron Man? Although almost everyone knows that Tony Stark is Iron Man, you must not show your real identity to meet him. Is he?"

"Well, here's the thing."

Tony sighed and began to explain.

Let's briefly go back three days in time.

At that time, Tony Stark was basking in the sun on his oversized terrace with his bald head on, wearing sunglasses, with a glass of ice-cold sugar-free Coke in his hand, and life was very uncomfortable.

Of course, he'd be very happy if that Diet Coke could be replaced by a can of ice-cold Coca-Cola. Too bad it can't be replaced. Pepper gave him death orders not to have any sodas in the house - as for his beloved cheeseburger? Well, you can eat it once a week.

Only once a week.

Great Inventor, Superhero, Philanthropist, Entrepreneur - Iron Man, Tony Stark is now just a middle schooler who has to be dragged by his wife every day at 6am to work out for two hours and then send his daughter to school. Just an old man.

He has no freedom and even has to pay public rations every night.

Thinking of this, he sighed. He stared at his belly with bitter eyes.

"Dude, where did you come from?" he asked, looking at his belly. "I didn't know you before the age of forty-two, but you suddenly appeared after your forty-second birthday. Hell, I'd rather have a tumor myself than a belly."

His wish is doomed to fail, and a phone call has already come in. Just pinched off the jazz song playing in his headset.

"Sir, the call code is from S.H.I.E.L.D., is it connected?"

"S.H.I.E.L.D.? What are they looking for me for? The U.S. is gone, and now we're all going to the S.H.I.E.L.D., what else can they do except catch a few bank robbers who don't know what to do? The sky carrier is gone... ..."

Tony sat up from his chair in disbelief, and after thinking about it, he still chose to connect.

There was an old friend over there.

"Hey, Tony."

"Colson?!"

"Yes, it's me."

The voice on the other end of the headset was smiling: "Long time no see, stay safe?"

"God, we haven't seen each other in four years, Coulson? I heard how did you go to hell to get you back?"

"Yes, God bless him. Well, although I guess he doesn't believe in God.

Anyway, if it wasn't for him, I would still be playing games with the devils in hell right now. Anyway, Tony..."

Coulson was silent for a while, then said in a more serious tone, "We might need your help. I mean Iron Man."

Tony narrowed his eyes.

"I'm married, Coulson," he said from his chair, raising his right hand to the headset. "I've got a daughter, you probably haven't seen her, Coulson. Very pretty, a little angel."

"Do you understand what I'm talking about?"

"...I understand, but we can only ask you about this."

"why?"

"Can we talk?" Coulson's tone was pleading.

Tony agreed, and half an hour later, Coulson arrived on the tarmac of his villa. He was still the same, dressed in a black suit and with the smile of a good man, but at this time he was somewhat embarrassed.

After a brief handshake and greeting, Coulson sat on a chair in the living room and pursed his lips.

"That's right, Tony. America doesn't exist anymore—divided, and we all know that's a good thing. After seeing so many lies, you and I both know that this regime really shouldn't exist. Although I say it a little bit. Inappropriate, but I have to admit, I'm still happy to see those damn politicians turn into street rats."

Tony nodded expressionlessly.

"But, Tony."

Coulson made a gesture: "They're coming back -- you understand? They want to come back. Everyone's doing well, the drugs are no longer in circulation, the guns are no longer rampant. The so-called racism they use to cover up class issues and gender and gender issues. The opposing figurines were torn apart by us, and everyone was doing fine."

"At this time, they want to come back?"

Coulson's face was filled with indignation: "Why? They lied to everyone for so many years, and so many people died for their lies!"

"Hold on, Coulson. This kind of thing does sound like your S.H.I.E.L.D. job, although I doubt it still exists. Wait, are you still called S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"We're now merging with the Divine Spear Bureau to create a new division. The name is still being discussed, so I can't tell you right now. But our new division is designed to eliminate threats on all levels for the world."

Tony rubbed his eyebrows. Since he was cooperating with the Divine Spear Bureau, he didn't ask much more - but the question is, why does it have to be him?

"Why does it have to be me, Coulson? If I remember correctly, Hawkeye hasn't retired, and Sam, they haven't. Why do you have to find a retired old guy like me?"

Tony pointed to his belly that bulged out after sitting down.