Minecraft: Steve came to the back room

Tony piloted his armor as he descended from the sky, landing steadily on the rooftop.

"You never greeted me when you came to my rooftop."

"To me, your rooftop and the entrance to this building are the same, aren't they? Did I test the metal I gave you? How was it?"

When it came to metal, Tony immediately forgot about Yang Bo's 'illegal intrusion'.

The armor opened automatically, and he stepped out, his eyes revealing a fervent passion unique to scientists.

"How exactly did you do that?"

"What do you mean, how did you do that? My brain can't compare to your genius. Explain yourself clearly."

"The metal you gave me, the gold-titanium alloy ingot, according to the instrument test, is indeed a gold-titanium alloy ingot, but... the armor made from it is vastly different from armor made with the same formula."

He took out his phone and directly accessed the experimental data.

"The overall protection has been improved by about 20%, and the cushioning toughness has also been improved by 20%. Even though the mold, forging process, volume, and weight are exactly the same, it has become stronger."

Tony felt that Yang Bo was there to mess with his mentality, whether it was tearing apart the armor with his bare hands or now using the gold-titanium alloy.

"How exactly did you do that?"

"The rules, I added a tiny bit of rules to them."

Yang Bo walked to the steel armor with shining eyes, reached out and touched the red armor. The unique feel of the metal made him slightly excited.

"MK 7 Iron Armor"

"The classic Iron Man armor, the first Iron Man armor to rely on a wristband for positioning, automatically attaching itself to the entire body without requiring a fixed platform for wearing."

"New type of reactor, thickened armor, micro-missiles on the shoulders, arms, and thighs, and multiple lasers."

"P.S.: Even if this figure can't fly, its craftsmanship and materials alone are worth millions of dollars."

"It doesn't just increase defense; if you use it to craft armor parts, you'll also find that it can increase the armor's speed."

"Also, it can deal more damage to unarmored enemies when attacking, such as the Hulk who only wears shorts. By the way, do you still want this armor?"

"want."

Tony immediately tapped his wrist twice, and the open Mark 7 armor closed, instantly taking him into the sky.

"Because of the materials you provided, the development of the new armor has been suspended. This is the one I'm using now; there's no spare."

"Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who takes other people's things without permission, unless you drop them on the ground and I pick them up."

"That's called robbery. Thank you. Let's go down and talk. It's quite windy up here."

"Row."

The two walked down the stairs from the rooftop to the living room. Tony went to the liquor cabinet and opened it: "What would you like to drink?"

"I can do it myself."

When he came last time, he had already looked through the living room. Apart from the armor that Tony had hidden in the display case, there was nothing here that he was interested in.

There wasn't even cola; it was all alcohol and coffee.

He sat on the sofa, took out a bottle of almond water, and took a sip: "Let's get straight to the point. I need some rare metals and a suit of armor. It doesn't matter how strong it is, but it has to look cool."

"It's very simple."

At the small bar, Tony poured himself a glass of red wine: "But... I need more metal."

"I want metals so that I can give them new properties."

Just as Tony was about to ask Yang Bo about his attributes, Jarvis's voice rang out:

"Sir, S.H.I.E.L.D. has come to visit. They would like to speak with Mr. Yang."

Yang Bo took the phone that S.H.I.E.L.D. had given him from his backpack.

Ding--

Several missed calls and messages rang at the same time.

Yang Bo found Natasha's phone number in his phone and dialed it directly. The call was answered almost instantly.

"Hello, Mr. Yang, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Who from S.H.I.E.L.D. will be in contact with me?"

"If there are no surprises, it should be me. If any other agents or personnel claiming to be from S.H.I.E.L.D. contact you, do not believe them."

Natasha's expression turned serious on the other end of the phone. The moment she received the call, she had been thinking about many things.

She was indeed commissioned by Nick Fury to contact and monitor Yang Bo.

Generally, once S.H.I.E.L.D. issues a mission, they will not arrange for additional agents to contact the target, in order to avoid arousing the target's resentment.

"I understand. I'll talk to you later, beautiful. I have some things to take care of."

“Mr. Yang, don’t be impulsive. I’m already on the fighter jet and will arrive at Stark Tower soon.”

Natasha had already changed into her black combat suit and led a field operations team onto the Quinjet. However, what puzzled her was that she couldn't find any information about what was happening at Stark Tower.

"You... coming over would actually be more troublesome. Oh well, if you want to come, then come."

Yang Bo hung up the phone, then glanced at Tony: "You heard that."

"Are you sure?"

"Haha, Tony, you're really good at telling jokes."

The elevator that goes straight to the top floor of Stark Tower ascends rapidly without Tony's permission.

"Sir, the elevator program has been altered. It will take about 5 minutes to fix."

Five minutes is enough for the elevator to go from the first floor to the top floor and then back down to the first floor.

Tony's face turned grim.

"These bastards! Looks like I really need to upgrade my security."

He reached out and tapped his wrist a few times, and the armor that had just flown back walked towards him step by step.

"Don't be nervous, they probably just want to meet with me to talk."

Yang Bo looked at the elevator that was almost at the top, drank the almond water in his hand in one gulp, and then stood up and straightened his shirt.

'Finally, we can fight demons. I wonder if Muzan can hold out.'

Ding--

The elevator doors opened, and several men in suits stepped out.

They were all unfamiliar faces... no, there were also acquaintances, including the Winter Soldier who was the last to walk out of the elevator behind them.

"Pfft—Hahahaha!!"

The moment Yang Bo saw the Winter Soldier, he couldn't hold back anymore. Had Hydra gone mad?

Even if you don't know about his battle with Thor, you probably know that he defeated Loki, right?

What does it mean to send the Winter Soldier?

Are you trying to make me laugh to death, and then inherit the white smoke I leave behind after I die?

“Yang…”

“I know you want to talk to me.”

Yang Bo reached out and interrupted the other person:

"Alright, I'll leave with you. We can have a proper talk."

Chapter 216 Boring, I want to see rivers of blood.

Who are you?

He is the owner of Stark Tower, a genius inventor, billionaire, playboy, and philanthropist.

These days, people break into his house all the time, and the feeling of being slapped in the face is really hard for him to accept.

“Mr. Stark, we are only here to invite Mr. Yang Bo. This matter has nothing to do with you.”

"This is my home!"

Tony raised his palm cannon, ready to fire, the magazines on his shoulders and arms popped open, and locked onto the people in front of him.

The Winter Soldier, who was originally standing at the back, sensed the danger and immediately became alert.

The two were on the verge of exchanging blows.

Yang Bo quickly jumped in to smooth things over: "Don't be impulsive, Tony. This is my business. Don't worry, they just want to talk to me. There won't be any problems."

You tend to be soft-hearted when it comes to taking action.

If I were to take action, not a single one of these guys would see the sun rise tomorrow, and I would also eliminate them completely.

"you…"

Yang Bo stepped forward, put his arm around the leading agent, and headed towards the elevator, looking rather impatient.

"Let's hurry up and leave, don't waste too much time."

A moment of silence.

"it is good."

The group went back onto the elevator, leaving Tony standing alone.

'Who are these people? And what is Yang Bo planning to do?'

These guys exude the 'smell' of secret agents; even if they're not from S.H.I.E.L.D., they're from some other organization.

He didn't believe Yang Bo was the kind of person who would passively accept whatever came his way.

How could someone who wants to kill Thor outright be threatened by a group of ordinary agents?

After thinking for a moment, he went behind the small bar and picked up the wine glass on the table again.

'Special metals; the lab should have some in stock. Prepare them in advance, categorized as needed.'

A moment later, the sound of a propeller blade spinning could be heard outside the window.