Five, Six, Seven in Marvel

Tony Stark.

Dreamer, genius, patriot...

He made a circuit board at the age of four, his first engine at the age of six, and graduated from MIT with honors at the age of 17...

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"Ladies and gentlemen, it is my honor to present this year's highest honor to Mr. Tony Stark."

"Tony?"

"Tony??!"

The black colonel standing on the award podium was a little embarrassed...

In his hand was the trophy that was originally intended for Tony. So where is Tony?

"Ahem... As you know, Tony's biggest advantage is that he tends to forget about food and sleep once he starts working. I guess he must be exhausted and collapsed on his desk now..."

at this time...

Tony Stark is in a casino.

"Forgetting food and sleep?!"

No, geniuses don't need to forget food and sleep. Only ordinary people need to use their time to accumulate achievements, but he is different.

He is a genius, a genius mechanic, an entrepreneur, a philanthropist, a ****, and Tony Stark.

"Believe me, stay calm!"

The gamblers nearby quickly followed suit and placed bets, while two girls in sexy clothes were feeding him drinks.

"I'm a kid."

An inappropriate sound came from the gaming table.

Tony looked towards the source of the sound.

The speaker was an Asian man wearing a black suit. His face was sharp and his meticulous attire was incompatible with this casino.

"Hey! You're going to lose badly, Asian, you'd better fight me!"

The man gestured to the croupier with his eyes.

The plump **** politely opened the sieve cup in her hand.

"Two, three, one, small."

"Damn it!"

"oh!f***!!,sh!!"

There were complaints at the gambling table, and Tony hammered the table in frustration.

The croupier pushed the chips in front of the man, and the man asked the person directly opposite him: "Mr. Stark, do you want to play again?"

Tony said: "Play! Of course I will play! I will definitely beat you today!!"

"Sorry, let me go. Sorry, let me pass."

A black colonel with a chest full of medals squeezed in from the crowd.

"Tony! You know what? I think it would be better if you went to receive the award today." As he said that, he was about to give the trophy to Tony.

"You keep that thing away from me, yes, it's the trophy, don't let him touch me!!"

The black colonel said: "No, this trophy belongs to you. I can't take it. You know I got it for you! Damn it! You must know, that's it. This trophy is for you. Take it, don't give it back."

I."

Tony said: "No, no, no, don't give it to me. I don't want it. I can't keep this thing in my house. I just planned to clear out the place where the trophy is kept to make room for my luxury car."

"I don't care, I gave it to you anyway, take it! You damn young master!"

Tony angrily threw the trophy on the gaming table.

"I bet on this, it's better to win!"

The man opposite him smiled unabated.

"I'll keep pressing on."

The black man said angrily: "You are a fool!! Stop gambling! Even if you can make a circuit board at the age of four, it doesn't prove that you have any talent at the gambling table."

"Also! I'm not your nanny! It doesn't matter how much you spend, I just want to remind you not to be late tomorrow."

Tony said: "I know, thank you anyway."

The dealer once opened the sieve cup and said, "Two, two, three, it's still small."

"sh*t!!"

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Tony is gone.

It's a bit weird that the Asian guy opposite is so lucky, but it could also be because he's been having bad luck lately.

The fat bodyguard opened the door of the sports car for him.

"Mr. Stark, I'm sorry, please wait a moment, Mr. Stark."

A lady in a business suit trotted over.

"Excuse me, I'm Christine, a reporter from Vanity Fair, and I want to ask you something."

Tony interrupted.

"If you wanted to spend the night with me, I would consider answering your questions, but I'm in a bad mood today, so I'm very sorry, but I don't want to answer your questions."

He closed the door of the sports car, the fat bodyguard stepped on the accelerator, and the red Audi supercar sped away.

"Don't be late tomorrow!" the black colonel ordered.

Kristen threw the notebook to the ground angrily.

Today is the day when Stark received the honorary award, but he did not give a speech at the award ceremony, so Kristen wanted to interview him about his acceptance speech, his views on the war in the Middle East, and the newly developed missiles of Stark Industries

...so that tomorrow's magazine headlines will be about her.

The man in a black suit picked up the notebook and dusted it off.

"Ma'am, I guess you are in trouble. Is there anything I can do to help you?"

Christine took the notebook and looked at the Asian man who suddenly arrived.

He is quite handsome, but he may not be able to help her.

"Thank you, but you may not be able to help me. I need a piece of news with enough weight."

The man smiled and put his right hand into the inner pocket of his suit, as if there was some earth-shattering secret hidden inside.

"——Bang~"

Christine was startled.

The man has an extra dove in his hand.

"The news that Kid, the world's number one magic master, is retiring from the magic world, can it be considered big news?"

Christine was stunned for a moment.

"The world's number one magic master? Quit the magic world?!"

Is this even necessary to ask?

Of course forget it!

The world's number one magic master kid.

etc...

He is kid??! Kid is quitting the magic world?!

Christine smelled something big, and she quickly opened her notebook.

"It's an honor to interview you, Mr. Kid. Please tell me the reason why you quit the magic world..."

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Afghanistan, Batlan Air Force**.

"Americans have been doing the same thing since ancient times, which is, a good weapon only needs to be fired once!"

On a high mountain in the distance, Stark Industries' newly developed Jaffeli missile exploded from the sky, setting off a wave of scorching air and destroying an entire mountaintop.

"You just need to find a reason to launch this missile, then the terrorists in the Middle East will not dare to show their faces."

He tapped the gold star on a certain general's shoulder.

"For the sake of peace, I wish you victory."

Tony got into a yellow armored car.

"Drive quickly and take me away from this hellish place."

The black colonel patted his car door.

"This is my car, you have to sit in the back!"

Tony said: "Stop it, dear Colonel, do you still remember yesterday's bet? This time I will bet on the big one! As for the small car in the back, I will leave it to the loser... Hahaha, Colonel, have a good trip.

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Until he was blown up by a Jaffili missile, today was not a bad day.

It's really ironic that the weapons he developed himself are used on himself.

Consciousness gradually blurs.

He couldn't help but think of the Asian gentleman from yesterday. His luck had been very bad recently.

"Damn!! I knew I should keep it small!