I'm At American Comics: I Have A Magic Simulator

Palladium at Elementary level!

The sword of Damocles, which had been hanging over his head for so long, could finally come down smoothly today.

"J.A.R.V.I.S!"

"I agree, sir.

"Ask for me..... No, ask ten models, I'm throwing a party tonight!"

"Okay sir, I'll send you a message now"

Tony walked out of the burger joint haughtily, humming and taking six strides.

He's hitting ten steps tonight!

The next day was Stark's private residence.

After a night of madness, Tony finally failed to implement his plan.

The ten supermodels who were invited rushed to Playboy almost desperately.

a little closer...

Tony will not die of palladium poisoning, but of tenderness.

Time is moving towards noon.

The bright sunlight shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the sound of the sea hitting the rocks wakes up Tony, who is tired after a night.

When Tony opened his eyes, he found two beautiful legs pressed against his stomach, and when he looked sideways, a hot supermodel was lying on the bed.

Tony rubbed his unaccustomed old waist and felt the hot dryness in his throat, so he moved away the beautiful legs that were pressing on him, stood up and drank the remaining wine on the table in one gulp.

"Sir, Ms. Natasha is here." The voice of J.A.R.V.I.S echoed from the room, resetting the screen.

Pictured.

A car with a special sign of S.H.I.E.L.D was parked outside the door, and Natasha Romanoff was holding a huge amounts of metal box in her hand, accompanied by more than a dozen agents around her, which was the purpose of this mission.

"Understood, tell her to wait for me downstairs." Stark rubbed his tired cheeks, threw the silk robe on top, and yawned. "J.A.R.V.I.S, make me a cup of coffee and order them to leave for a while.

"Understood, sir," said J.A.R.V.I.S.

And by "they" I mean these ten supermodels.

The fame and fortune of a one-night stand with the famous Iron Man, and the comfort of a lot of money afterward, are enough to keep these supermodels quiet.

There is nothing in the world that money cannot do, and if there is, it is not enough. This is a line that Tony-Stark observed in the first half of his life.

Natasha Romanoff was sitting alone on the sofa with a huge half-meter-long metal box under her arm. Seeing Tony walking down the stairs clutching his old waist, Natasha Romanoff joked: "It seems that our Playboy had a great time last night." Crazy, right?"

Tony's attention was all drawn to (cfag) the metal box, he ignored Natasha Romanoff's sarcasm, swallowed hard, and said excitedly. "This..... is the information he left behind?"

"Yes, that's it." Natasha Romanoff said, pulling up an iron box. "The Ark reactor concept proposed by Howard is in this iron box, I hope you can make good use of it.

"Ark..., reactor?" Tony was stunned by this sentence, a slight sadness flashed in his eyes, but it disappeared quickly, revealing a stubborn expression, with his lips tightly pursed. "It's clearly an arc reactor, and he made a mockery of my invention."

Arc reactor or bucket reactor.

Whatever it is, it's just a name, and Tony doesn't even know why he bothers with it.

Natasha Romanoff smiled at him, Tony now looked and sounded like a kid playing with his father.

Tony felt a little uncomfortable with this gaze, feeling that he had been seen through, and hurriedly said: "So this Ark reactor is developed based on new elements?"

"Yes." Natasha Romanoff said bluntly without hiding that they were already familiar with the content inside. "According to Mr. Howard, the Ark reactor is the cornerstone of a new era."

"The cornerstone of a new era"... oh, how dare he say that. "Tony felt a dull pain in his old waist, so he changed to a more comfortable sitting position and turned on the arrogance mode." Even if the Ark reactor is really powerful, it is too late to say that it can create an era, right?"

"No exaggeration."

Natasha Romanoff shook her head and said. "Originally, Mr. Howard wanted to use it to start an energy race, so that the scale of the arms race far exceeded that of the Soviet Union at that time, but due to the constraints at the time, he failed to do this in the end."

The story is still known to Tony today.

The cold war between the USSR and the USSR in the last century opened up the expansion and development of new technologies for the arms race. For a time, both countries bloomed various black technologies, including some crazy designs.

"How do you know such details?" Tony asked, frowning. "My father... what the hell is he trying to achieve with this?"

"I don't know either. Only the principal knew what Mr. Howard wanted to do at the time." Natasha Romanoff shook her head, indicating that she didn't know such details, and then continued. "All I know is that one of Mr. Howard's plans is to build a barrel reactor of huge amounts of about a kilometer in diameter.

"One thousand meters in diameter?"

Tony's mouth was big enough to hold a watermelon, he said in disbelief. "It's an Ark reactor, if he's going to build a reactor that big, what is he going to use it for? A super weapon?"

"I'm not sure about that."

Natasha Romanoff slid the box up and smiled slightly: "My task has been completed, this..., the future is up to you."

"Wait..." Tony said suddenly, turning his head to look at Natasha Romanoff who was about to leave.

Natasha Romanoff turned around, a hint of doubt flashed in her alluring eyes, "What happened?"

Tony gritted his teeth, and finally dared to ask: "Anton Vanke. What's the matter with my father?"

Ivan-Vanko accuses his father of being a mean person, steals his father's research, deports Anton-Vanke from the beautiful country, causes him to return to the Soviet Union, is found to be a spy, dies in a Siberian prison, and ends up its life.

He wants to know about it!

His father..... Howard - Stark, or not!

"Anton-Vanke is the other side of the coin."

Natasha Romanoff read Tony's mind and relayed the director's words. "He built the original reactor with your father, but he wanted to use the technology to sell money, so he was deported by your father."

"When the Soviets found out that he was theoretically sound but unable to practice, he was sent to a Siberian prison, where vodka made him increasingly angry over the next two decades, blaming all his shortcomings on your father."

"I see."

Tony took a deep breath, then closed his eyes with mixed feelings.

He couldn't judge who was right and who was wrong in this matter.

But one thing is for sure, Anton Vanke was indeed involved in the development of the Ark reactor, he just didn't expect Howard-Stark to conceal a key piece of information, which caused him to miss part of his own theory of building the reactor, and was finally locked up by the angry Soviet Union prisons in Siberia.

"By the way, Mr. Howard also said something."

Natasha Romanoff, on her way to the door, turned suddenly and said. "Your father once said that only you have the means and knowledge to complete what he left unfinished.