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Nick-Fury said. "It seems that your problem is not so easy to solve, eh?"

Now, Tony-Stark's face was not what it used to be, his pride and arrogance were gone, he was sullen like a dying man.

"It's the elemental palladium poisoning."

Tony's lips puckered slightly, and he let out a profane sigh, leaning back in his chair, dejected. "I've tried all the substitutions, but unfortunately, they all substitute palladium."

"All the elements?"

Nick-Fury asked a rhetorical question, then his eyes lit up, and he shook his head, "I'm just here to tell you, there's another element you haven't tried."

Tony lifted his eyelids, a hint of disdain. "If I can't find the elements, you have no chance of finding them."

There is nothing derogatory in this sentence, nor is it an expression of selfishness.

On the contrary, Tony is convinced that it is impossible for a genius like himself to find a new element to replace palladium, so with S.H.I.E.L.D's technical level, it is even more impossible to find it.

"You are right."

Nick- Fury shrugged, not noticing. "But it was not we who discovered this element, but one of the founders of S.H.I.E.L.D, your father, Howard Stark

"Howard?"

Hearing this familiar name, the mocking expression on Tony's face wavered slightly, replaced by an expression of intense shock. "You mean…………. My father discovered a new element?"

Although he is lofty and has a high opinion of himself.

But for his own father, a figure shrouded in legend, Tony is full of admiration in his heart.

A person's ingenuity surpassed his time. During World War II, he covered the sky with one hand, invented a lot of black technology decades later than the current era, created the Stark Group from scratch, and became one of the core figures of S.H.I.E.L.D.

How can you not admire such a charming man?

"Yes, this is your father, Howard-Stark." "Nick-Fury looked satisfied with Tony's answer and nodded with a smile." He once left a document with information on how to create new elements and applications that could replace your element Palladium as a new source of energy. "

boom!

Tony couldn't contain his excitement, and immediately stood up, turned the table over, and stared at Fury with wide eyes, his tone urgent. "Where is it? Where is the information on the new element

"Calm down, bogey.

Nick-Fury pushed Tony back into the chair, then straightened his splashed clothes and said calmly. "I'll get Natasha Romanoff to give you some information, but unlike her, you have to deal with Ivan Vanke."

"Ivan-Vanke? Who's that?" Tony said, looking confused. "Sorry, I'm not very good at remembering men's names, is he my relative?"

Natasha Romanoff relayed the message as if expected. "It's the same Russian guy who attacked you at the racetrack some time ago. He claimed that the reactor was his father's invention, but your father stole the results."

That's it, Tony remembered.

A hulking man with two electric current whips nearly split him in half with a cart! "I don't know," he said.

Tony frowned and asked puzzledly: "But I remember, isn't he in prison?"

"No, Justin Hammer got him out of jail." Nick-Fury said with a grin. "This is your father's legacy, and I hope you can settle it.

"If you already know, why don't you figure it out yourself?" Tony asked.

"We've got enough to do, and a small role like this isn't worth our time," Nick-Fury said with a snort. "Plus, this is your father's legacy, we don't have to wipe your ass, okay? Tony.

This is the truth, Yuni did not lie.

S.H.I.E.L.D has been very busy since the three forces of Death, Void, and Destroyer appeared on the scene, plus the abnormal events that happened in Manhattan half a month ago, it means that they don't have time to deal with small characters like Ivan Vanke.

That's why I threw the problem to Tony and let him handle it himself.

"Does this count as a deal?" Tony said, narrowing his eyes. "I'll help you deal with Ivan Vanke, so you'll give me the information?"

"No, no, no...don't get me wrong, Tony."

Nick-Fury wagged his fingers and said softly. "This is your father's problem, so it is your problem, and the information is just returned to the original owner.

"Humph!

Tony smiled, but said nothing, seeing no apparent problem.

Return something to its rightful owner?

This statement is just a lie to the children.

He's been poisoned by palladium for at least a year, so why didn't he say it sooner?

It's not a transaction, it's just a return to the original owner. In fact, Nick-Fury is very clear about his little thoughts.

Fu Rui intends to use this opportunity to approach him and do him a big favor so that he can attract him to join his top secret boy group in the future.

«Ha~"

Nick-Fury was laughing, and he wasn't going to hide it, and besides, it would be too straightforward to make Tony ask to give up.

Ivan Vanko, right?"

Tony put his sunglasses back on, his lips curved into a sharp smile. "Leave it to me, he gave me some whips last time, and now it's time to settle old scores with new ones!"

"Then I wish you success in advance."

Nick-Fury rose gracefully from his seat, then smiled and held out his left hand. "Welcome back, Tony- Stark, Iron Man."

Tony swiped, then stood up, held out two fingers, and shook Fury's hand. "Sorry, I don't like shaking hands, so a simple shake will do."

"See you later, dude." Nick-Fury shot Tony (Lee's) a slightly contemplative look, adjusted his collar, and turned to leave the burger joint.

Natasha Romanoff followed, smiling slightly, "I'll send the information tomorrow, I hope I won't see you drunk on the bed again."

"Why don't you send it tonight?"

When his life was no longer in danger, Tony was a playboy again. "Just enough time for us to get on with our unfinished date, don't you think?"

Natasha Romanoff snorted softly, shook off the salty pig's hand who just wanted to lean on her head, and said unhurriedly. "You can take care of yourself first, I'm afraid you will die in bed due to palladium poisoning.

Say it tick.

Natasha Romanoff, wiggling her long-legged hip, walked out of the burger joint, got into a black Mercedes, and drove away.

"Tsk tsk... what a pity."

Although Tony said it was a pity, an appreciative smile appeared on his face unconsciously.