Marvel's genius inventor? I'll make a wish-granting dragon with my own hands.

Russell's high school grades were not good, so while crossing the street, he was transported to another world to improve his grades.

He traveled to the Marvel Universe.

Then, because the female students here were quite enthusiastic and hot, his spy grades were not ideal.

So Russell was sent to go undercover.

The place he was sent to was Hydra's headquarters, where there were several other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents in similarly unfortunate circumstances, making it an extremely dangerous location.

He was initially a little panicked. After all, anyone who has seen Infernal Affairs knows that undercover agents never have a good ending, especially rebel organizations like Hydra, whose methods are ruthless. You might find yourself shot thirty times in the back one day and forced to commit suicide.

"Yeah, but it doesn't matter."

"Anyway, three years after three years, Nick Fury, who was also an undercover agent, became the head of Hydra. We have the advantage!"

happy.

"Hey Russell, get me some fried chicken and a family bucket, plus lots of hamburgers and hot dogs, oh, and some ice-cold Coke, the more the better."

"My God!"

"Field work is such a headache."

Along with the sound came hurried footsteps; Coulson, the village chief of the novice village who was even more famous than Uncle Nine, the Master of All Realms, was walking quickly towards them.

He went to Russell Noodles to order.

That's right. Russell, whose performance as an agent was not ideal, was not a qualified agent and naturally could not carry out various missions. So he became a logistics staff member of S.H.I.E.L.D., responsible for cooking.

God knows how happy those secret agents who eat hamburgers, fried chicken, various salads, and dark bread every day feel after tasting Chinese cuisine.

"Oh, why are we eating junk food again today? How about some cola chicken wings, Kung Pao chicken, peach-glazed beef, or General Tso's chicken?"

Coulson listened, his mouth watering.

But he still shook his head helplessly.

He sighed and waved what he was holding at Russell. Since they were all insiders, he didn't hold back. "I got a big mission from the boss. A certain playboy was kidnapped by terrorists while selling weapons and has been missing for three days."

A dashing young nobleman.

Kidnapped by a terrorist organization.

Isn't that Tony Stark?

Russell, who had been nonchalant, suddenly brightened up, because this was a beginner's perk similar to the Super Crystal, for all Marvel transmigrators.

Although Tony was kidnapped by a terrorist organization, he did not die in the end. Instead, he survived, causing the stock price to plummet before rebounding.

When the other party returned, they shut down Stark Industries, the weapons division that was like a golden egg, choosing to no longer engage in the highly profitable arms industry. As a result, the stock price plummeted, falling so low that even its own mother couldn't recognize it, and it was on the verge of bankruptcy.

Then came the great battle with Obadiah.

With Tony's famous line, "I am Iron Man," the stock price surged to an alarming level, practically exploding.

Russell estimated that if he leveraged his position, going short and then long repeatedly, the thirty million dollars he had accumulated over the past ten years could easily multiply several dozen times.

He rubbed his hands together excitedly.

In his mind, he shouted: All in! All in!

Russell was in a good mood. While preparing the ingredients, he joked, "Oh my God, this is truly shocking news. Those poor bastards have really caught a super rich fat sheep."

Tony had been missing for three days.

But for ordinary people...

The news is still being kept under wraps.

After all, the other party is the soul of Stark Industries. If the stock market knew he was missing, it would definitely be in turmoil. So it is very likely that the higher-ups would resolve the issue internally and reach a private settlement with those terrorists.

And as an arms giant.

Even if they ask for an exorbitant amount, like tens of billions of dollars, it's not a problem!

So what did those terrorists do?

Let Tony manually craft missiles; those things aren't even worth much...

Dude, if you had hundreds of billions, let's not even talk about becoming a terrorist. Wouldn't it be better to use that much money to pick some mushrooms in the desert?

Young hero, that thing is cheap and easy to use, and it even comes with an instruction manual!

However, these are all Russell's complaints.

He felt that since the person was undereducated and not very smart, that's why they became a terrorist, so he couldn't have too high expectations of them.

He was humming a little tune as he fried chicken.

Coulson, on the other hand, looked worried. As a high-ranking agent in S.H.I.E.L.D., he naturally knew that Tony's identity was not just that of a wealthy man, but also that of Howard, one of the founders of S.H.I.E.L.D.

They also value human relationships.

Naturally, there were also considerations.

Of course, it wasn't because Tony was rich; S.H.I.E.L.D. really didn't need his sponsorship. It was just that their leader, Nick Fury, was incredibly greedy. Coulson guessed that his boss had embezzled an astonishing amount.

It's estimated to be worth several hundred million!

What S.H.I.E.L.D. truly values ​​Tony is that he is a genius inventor who frequently develops all sorts of strange and unusual weapons. Although they are not openly sold elsewhere, they all quietly fall into the hands of their agents.

It has super elasticity and tensile strength, making it suitable for trapping people.

Explosives with various amazing sensor-induced explosion effects.

And a sonar device for clearing out small fish within a certain range.

Only two words to describe it.

It's really useful!

So Coulson didn't want the other person to die so soon, but how could he find them in such a vast desert?

So much sand.

Such a big sun.

It's so hot.

And there were so many AKs firing bullets.

Coulson's face contorted. "Russell, why is your cola so bitter?"

"Oh, I added Coptis chinensis."

Why?

"Because our fates are just as bitter as yours."

"..."

4:30 PM.

Russell clocked out of get off work and drove home. As he passed the iconic Stark Tower, still brightly lit, it stirred up a flood of thoughts in him.

Although the Marvel Cinematic Universe was chaotic before, it was all within a controllable range. The only example was when an alien spaceship invaded Earth and was knocked through by a stubborn kid.

In other words, Dormammu came riding on darkness, only to be driven back by a bald man in yellow.

In other words, someone reversed time, but because of their soft heart, the entire species was almost wiped out.

It's just a few small things.

When Tony returns and proclaims himself Iron Man in front of everyone, that will mark the beginning of Marvel's true golden age!

"Oh no, aliens are coming..."

"How am I, an ordinary special agent, supposed to survive?!"

As Russell sighed, a line of golden reminders appeared before him.

[High-value intelligence mission detected: Infiltrate an Afghan terrorist organization single-handedly, take on 300 gunmen, and successfully rescue Tony Darke. Mission difficulty: 3 stars. Accept?]

[Upon success, the third layer of the character template will be activated.]

[Current character template: Top assassin Wesley.]

[One-star mission completed: Lone Wolf's Journey - Passed the assessment, joined the special agent organization, and unlocked gunfighting and firearms proficiency.]

[Two-star mission completed: Conquer one hundred enemies to unlock bullet time, which can temporarily accelerate thinking and improve neural reaction speed.]

[Completing the three-star mission will unlock the Bullet Zone, which reduces the movement speed of all objects within a ten-meter radius.]

"Bullet Domain, hmm, interesting..."

"But I choose to give up!"

Russell possesses bullet time and gunfighting skills, making him a top agent surpassing Coulson and Natasha, because his bullets can actually curve, and he can even dodge bullets.

But what the hell is going to Afghanistan to work for a terrorist organization?

They not only have AK-47s and Gatling guns, but also rocket launchers, tanks, and missiles!

He still has $30 million left to spend.

[Samsung mission abandoned.]

[Wesley template progress terminated.]

[Extracting templates for other characters from various realms for you...]

[Congratulations! You have obtained the Genius Inventor template!]

Namekians!

Russell slammed on the brakes.

His expression was incredibly strange.

Namekians?

inventor?

Russell was bewildered by the wind.