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

"OMG Fuck!"

For sudden changes.

Nick Fury, the "Mamma Mia!" hero, immediately made his own statement.

His already dark complexion darkened even further, because in broad daylight, someone had the audacity to break into the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters where he worked—it was a slap in the face.

Especially when the intrusion alarm blared throughout the room, it suddenly transformed into a party-like, energetic DJ performance, like Psy clutching his crotch and screaming incoherently!

Originally a device used for fire extinguishing.

Now it's like a fountain.

It was spraying in rhythm.

The place was a mess.

If Nick Fury hadn't seen the invading Iron Man armor take off its mask to reveal Tony's appearance, he would have definitely activated Defender Mode, pulled out the six-barreled Gatling gun hidden in the corner, and given it a good blast of blue flames.

Nick Fury's expression darkened further as he watched Tony swagger around, even trying to dance awkwardly to the rhythm.

He doesn't have a good temper.

He stood directly in front of the other person, hands on his hips, and demanded, "You hacked my security network?"

"To be honest, this security standard doesn't even meet my level when I was ten. I was just testing it out for you guys. You're welcome. Kind Tony won't charge you poor folks for repairs!"

Tony was eating a donut.

He looked at the Iron Monarch armor standing in the room.

His expression was somewhat puzzling for a moment.

Although the Iron Monger armor in front of him was inferior to the second-generation Iron Man armor he was currently wearing, which was made with Jarvis's assistance, in terms of materials, weapons, and everything else, it was already outdated.

But this was actually inside that cave.

Hammer after hammer.

It was hammered out by hand.

She is like the white moonlight in every man's heart.

Well, you must have some, right?

"This is no useless armor."

Tony stroked it with his hand, his words carrying a hint of smugness, echoing his earlier rebuttal to Nick Fury. "This is the standard for future warfare, a super soldier weapon capable of dominating the battlefield!"

He pointed to his chest.

That warm heart flickered with light.

This immediately made everyone present realize that the cunning Tony had hidden the true core of the armor on his own body.

As long as the other party wears this Iron King.

The core of the armor can provide energy, and the originally bulky cold weapon armor can be transformed into a terrifying killing machine in an instant.

It allows for flexible consumption of cookies.

And it can walk without any obstacles.

It can even fly at high speeds, reaching a terrifying Mach 10!

This is a humanoid self-propelled fighter jet!

The numerous agents present gasped in shock, utterly stunned.

Although they had never seen the actual performance of the Iron Man armor, they could already imagine the uproar it would cause if such a weapon were deployed on the battlefield.

It flies fast.

Not afraid of bullets.

One punch, one kid.

It can also shoulder-load rockets.

How can you even crack an egg like that?!

Nick Fury's anger vanished instantly, replaced by admiration in his eyes. His earlier rage disappeared completely. He retracted his earlier slander against Tony, saying, "Howard is the strongest genius I've ever seen, and now that title belongs to you, Tony! You've invented another groundbreaking weapon!"

"While what you say is true, I am indeed a genius who surpasses my father, I must correct you. Iron Man armor is not a weapon, and Stark Industries has ceased all military research for the past three days."

"Hmm, isn't this a weapon?"

"This is a prosthetic limb that helps people with disabilities with limb rehabilitation; it is a public welfare assistive tool."

Faced with Tony's unwavering assurances...

Nick Fury was completely baffled.

You call a steel armor that can walk, run, fly, and even carry a Gatling gun and missiles, can keep up with fighter jets, and can fight an entire legion, a prosthetic limb?

Which disabled person is so fierce?!

Then the Olympic standard would have to be adjusted to 3 meters for the high jump!

Nick Fury glared at Tony with dead fish eyes, his previously good-looking face darkening again. After all, as a person with a strong sense of crisis, he had been preparing for the formation of the Avengers for a long time.

They've always been searching for superheroes.

Searching for powerful superweapons.

I finally fell in love, only to be fooled by Tony like this. What's the difference between this and my wife telling me she's a man on our wedding night? Does he have to force himself on me?

His face looked terrible.

But the crowd ignored his frustration as the leader and instead gathered around with curiosity, stroking Iron Man's armor.

After all, no man can resist the existence of mecha Gundams.

What's more, Tony understands men's romance all too well.

They even made the colors extremely cool.

It was love at first sight!

They were elite agents, and they understood even better what this steel armor meant. With this thing, why bother with infiltration? They could just sweep through.

"Every part looks very tight; you can't see a single screw!"

"Of course, this is Stark's industrial miracle."

"Is it convenient to wear? What about taking it off?"

"It requires some mechanical assistance, but the dressing process is quite fast, taking less than half an hour."

"What if you urgently need to pee?"

Tony's smug smile froze for a moment. He suddenly realized the seriousness of the problem. "This does require a little technological upgrade... Hmm, how about adding a urine collection device?"

"Alas!"

These were the sounds of disdain from the crowd.

Suddenly, this thing didn't seem so appealing anymore.

Tony was a little embarrassed. "Ladies and gentlemen, is there anyone kind enough to help me? I might need to go to the restroom..."

Everyone looked at each other.

In the end, the good guy Coulson went to help.

"Pry off the bottom piece, oh, a little less force, a little lighter, ah!"

"Mr. Coulson, this is my first time!"

Coulson: "..."

After a period of farce.

Tony, legs crossed, sat opposite Nick Fury, casually surveying his surroundings. His words were laced with arrogance. "I heard you're some kind of prestigious intelligence organization? Ha! Absolutely no technical skill whatsoever, utterly pathetic! Are all your leaders as incompetent as you?"

Nick was not angry.

He knew Tony's playboy character; he was known for his sharp tongue, disdain for others, and frequent public attacks on people in the media.

He pressed a button, and the wall next to him opened, revealing an elderly man walking out.

The moment the other person spoke, the nonchalant Tony stood up abruptly, appearing somewhat reserved. "The Strategic Homeland Bureau was established by your father and me. When you were little, your mother often brought you here to play, and I even held you in my arms. I never imagined that you would grow up so much after all this time."

Using one's elders to pressure others.

It works well not only in the East, but also in the West.

Moreover, the elderly Peggy was a true veteran who had made significant contributions; she was a hero.

Tony was overjoyed to hear that it was an old friend of his mother's.

Their attitude immediately corrected itself.

He stated his purpose directly: "I heard from an old geezer that you have a lot of vibranium here, and quite a lot of it. I'd like to take ten or eight tons. Is that too much to ask?"

Clothing manufacturing and gravity training room.

Vibranium is the best material.

Nick Fury: !

What does it mean to casually take ten or eight tons of vibranium?

Even Sun Wukong wouldn't dare to ask Laozi for the elixir of immortality so boldly.

Are you going to eat this?!