The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

Fifty million dollars to buy a prosthetic body.

Although it may seem like an exaggeration, to Tony, it's just a drop in the bucket.

A special prosthetic body that could perfectly hide the aura and suppress the fluctuations of the Death God's pressure was a timely help to him. In comparison, the tens of millions of dollars he paid were basically nothing.

Tony didn't ask Lord what he needed the dollars for, he didn't care.

Pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand.

After confirming that the amount of the check was correct, Lord slowly got up, turned and walked into the room where the goods were stacked, pretended to rummage through it, and then walked out carrying a prosthetic skeleton.

The style of this prosthetic body is different from the previous version. It has not been sculpted in advance to resemble the user's appearance and physical features, but is more like the kind of mannequins displayed in street clothing stores.

Seeing Tony's doubtful look, Lord explained: "This is the latest prosthetic skeleton from the Technology Development Bureau. It can automatically generate the corresponding appearance and body shape based on the wearer's soul and spiritual pressure."

Tony seemed to understand what he was saying, but he still accepted the argument and took over the sentence. He found that compared with the one he used, the weight seemed to be much lighter, and the feeling when pinched was more consistent.

Close to real people.

"We are not responsible for the goods leaving the counter."

Lord tapped his index finger on the edge of the table and reminded Tony.

After hearing this, Tony looked at the mannequin-like prosthetic skeleton and decided to try it on on the spot to avoid any accidents.

Wearing a prosthetic body is actually like the process of putting on a piece of clothing. First, you take off the old prosthetic body you are using, and then 'squeeze' your soul into the new prosthetic body.

"Oh, this feels...so good!"

Tony, who had just put on the prosthesis, immediately felt light all over.

If the previous prosthetic body gave him a sense of experience, like a rusty old machine, and he always felt like he couldn't do whatever he wanted; then this new prosthetic body gave him the feeling of...

Just like a new born, he can control every part of his body extremely smoothly, and his silky smoothness is unbelievable.

Moreover, the best thing about this prosthetic body is not only the comfortable and silky experience, but also its most important function, which is to limit the fluctuation of spiritual pressure released by the soul in an almost extreme way.

Tony feels quite good about this.

The restriction effect of this artificial body was simply beyond his expectation. It could even be said to be close to perfect, and the fluctuations in spiritual pressure were almost imperceptible!

Even if there is a Death Captain now, if he struts past him, he doesn't have to worry about being discovered.

"It seems you are very satisfied with the product."

Lord sat on the recliner again, crossed his legs leisurely, and looked at him with a half-smile.

"Not bad, not bad, this is the effect I want!" Tony was overjoyed, his smiling face full of wrinkles. Now he could finally feel at ease, he didn't have to worry all day long, and he didn't even dare to go out.

"In that case, I won't give it away."

Lord waved his hand and issued a vague order to expel the guest: "Remember to take away the unused prosthetic skeleton. I don't want people to think that this is a murder scene."

"How heartless..."

Tony muttered, but he had no intention of staying any longer. He picked up the unused prosthetic body, waved and turned to say goodbye: "But thank you anyway. Now I don't have to worry about being discovered by those Death Captains."

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As he spoke, Tony had disappeared. The sound of a sports car starting was heard outside the door, and then the violent roar of the engine gradually faded away.

"Haha, it's too early to thank me now." Lord looked at where he left, with a mysterious smile on his lips: "Bengyu is ready, it's time to inform Hasward."

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Queens Museum of Art.

It is a museum established in 1964 based on the predecessor of the New York World's Fair. It is one of the most famous attractions in the Flushing business district.

It happened to be Sunday, the school holiday. Peter planned to stay at home for a day, but his best friend Ned forced him to go out for a walk to relieve his mood. He also asked his crush Michelle to come with him.

Visit and play here.

"Cheer up, Peter."

Ned patted his friend's shoulder, narrowed his eyes, and smiled: "I'll tell you good news. It is said that the CEO of Stark Industries will come here in person to give a speech today and demonstrate the new era of cleaning.

Energy, this is rare!”

"Peter, how long has it been since you had a good sleep?" Michelle came up and stared at the dark circles on Peter's face.

"Uh...I'm fine!"

Peter's face turned slightly red. He was a little uncomfortable with being so close. He hurriedly took a step back and rubbed his nose vigorously to cover up his panic: "I've been obsessed with a game recently, so I went to bed late at night."

In fact, this is not the case. Since the end of the New York War, although the police have been working hard to maintain peace, the crime rate has still increased linearly, vaguely breaking the record of the past ten years.

During this period, he couldn't rest at night. He was either helping the police catch criminals or on his way to catch criminals. The scope of his business had even doubled, covering not only Queens.

Even though Spider-Man has a superhuman physique, even he feels a little overwhelmed by the continuous day and night. He is either sleeping or taking a nap during class. This is why his friends and best friends suspect that he is in a bad mood and drag him out to visit the expo.

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"Playing games?" Ned glanced at his friend suspiciously. Others might not know this clearly, but he knew that Peter didn't like playing games at all.

"Play less games."

Naturally, Michelle couldn't be fooled by such an obvious lie, but she did not choose to expose it and directed the topic elsewhere: "Let's go in quickly, it should have already started inside."

"Yeah, let's go, let's go!"

As expected, Ned's attention was diverted, and he pulled Peter inside, calling for Michelle to follow him quickly.

Seeing that his friend and Michelle didn't ask any questions, Peter felt a little relieved, tried his best to put a smile on his face, and walked into the expo.

After passing several strict security checks, the three children successfully entered the expo. The front hall covers a very large area and is full of technological metal layout. Many people gathered under the stage, waiting for the CEO of Stark Industries, Bo

President Ci’s speech on clean energy in the new era.

"There are so many people..."

Peter was squeezed into the crowd, and he regretted with a bitter look on his face why he had come here to suffer instead of sleeping at home.

The rioting crowd suddenly fell silent. Peter and others looked up and saw a smartly dressed woman, protected by a fat bodyguard, walking to the booth with a microphone.

"The current CEO of Stark Group, Virginia Pepper Potts, is known as the woman behind Tony Stark. She has single-handedly supported such a large group." Michelle's eyes were filled with envy.

"It is said that she is the only woman who has followed Tony Stark for so many years." Ned said gossiping.

"Miss Potts is really nice, she is very gentle and considerate." Peter interjected.

Ned elbowed his friend and said disdainfully: "It's not a good habit to brag. You talk like you know her."

Not only do I know her, I also know Mr. Tony, Mr. Frank, and Captain Rogers... Peter curled his lips and complained secretly in his heart.

Potts's speech was very attractive, and everyone in the audience was deeply impressed. Only Peter was so tired that he kept yawning.

Peter felt really bored and was afraid of falling asleep. He looked around the expo, looking for something new, lest he fall asleep later.

Just when his eyes swept to the right rear, the spider sense suddenly responded, and the hairs on his arms stood up one by one, seeming to indicate the coming danger!

"That person...is suspicious!"

Peter's heart tightened, and he quickly located the target source of the spider sense.

It was a man in his forties, with a trademark Middle Eastern beard on his chin, a bunch of dog tags tightly clutched in his hand, and he seemed to be mumbling something.