Marvel's female superheroine travels through multiple worlds

"Stop complaining. I didn't get anything in return. I was just tricked into helping you with a few words." The baby-faced Elohir wrinkled her cute nose and said irritably.

To ensure her boss's safety, she arrived in Monaco two weeks in advance to interview for a job at the racing pit station.

As a result, because she was a newcomer, even though her skills far surpassed those of ordinary maintenance workers, she was assigned physical labor. Does she look strong?

In contrast, Eloshir only needs to do some easy tasks like logistical support, simply because she's cute.

Where can I even seek justice?!

"That's not fair! We get the same salary, but you have it much easier than me." Yelena pouted and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"Antonia is a greeter. Just imagine having to wear a metal mask in the sweltering heat, getting sunburned until her skin is peeling off."

"At least you have a shady spot," Elosil teased, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm so envious of her, okay? Just because the metal mask is so cool, F1 racing officials wanted to use her look to attract viewers, and she gets so much screen time!" Yelena said dejectedly, she actually lost to a girl who covered her face!

"Alright, stop fooling around. Breaking news, the plans have changed. The boss is going to participate in the competition." Eloshir shook his head helplessly, then suddenly took out his phone, glanced at it, and hurriedly said.

"Ugh, he really knows how to cause trouble!" Yelena clutched her head in her hands and sighed in anguish.

Chapter 63 Security Vulnerabilities (Revised Version)

At the Monaco Grand Prix, a thunderous cheer suddenly erupted from the spectator section.

Many race car drivers and onlookers looked bewildered and turned to look in the direction of the sound.

Tony Stark, dressed in a blue racing driver's outfit, swaggered into the racetrack surrounded by a crowd, flashing a peace sign.

Two Moroccan police officers, panting heavily, struggled to clear the crowd like ducks parting water plants, fearing that some ill-intentioned individual might take the opportunity to cause trouble.

Iron Man's popularity is just ridiculously high!

There are people holding up posters and shouting for autographs;

Someone over there had a camera, practically wanting to stick their camera right up to Tony's face for a photo;

Some people secretly slipped notes to others, but no one knows what they wrote.

Many people were simply there to watch the spectacle, thinking: "Hey, look at this billionaire, putting on a racing show for us 'poor folks' who earn less than 3000 yuan a month. This is way more interesting than interacting with celebrities!"

Being a superhero is not just an empty title; it carries a heavy responsibility.

Sure enough, a few sharp-eyed audience members from New York recognized Tony immediately and gave him the warmest applause.

Most of them had experienced the horrific Manhattan incident and had lost their homes and property to varying degrees.

But thankfully, they're still alive, aren't they?

Iron Man's MK2 armor made its debut during that rescue operation. Although Tony wasn't as eye-catching as Supergirl, who turned the tide, and the mischievous Hulk, his popularity was by no means low.

The racer who was originally scheduled to be on the fifth track was so angry that his face turned green. With a "thud," he slammed his helmet to the ground.

His spot in the competition was taken away just like that, without even a chance to discuss it.

Tony is indeed unreasonable at times, quite arrogant, and doesn't care much about other people's opinions. Most of the time, he's a self-centered person.

Why did he suddenly change his mind and become a race car driver instead of a spectator?

The reason is so simple it's almost heartbreaking! Blood tests showed that there was a 53% palladium poisoning rate!

At this rate, he won't live more than a few months, and there's no cure.

He faced two choices: either dismantle the reactor, allowing shrapnel to clog his blood vessels and cause a heart attack; or continue using the reactor and be poisoned to death.

Tony gritted his teeth and thought: Fine, I'll choose to be poisoned. At least I won't die on the spot.

What's wrong with indulging yourself before you die?

The replaced race car driver received a very generous compensation payment.

Pepper, who was sitting at the dining table waiting for Tony, was so shocked by what she saw on TV that her jaw almost dropped.

What did she see? Tony was actually wearing a racing suit and plopped down in the cockpit of an F1 Formula One car!

Why do so many people watch F1 races?

Besides being tense and exciting, to put it bluntly, it's a gamble with life and death, with each side facing a 50/50 chance of survival.

Under normal circumstances, if an accident occurs, such as a high-speed collision between race cars, the chances of the driver surviving are extremely slim.

Pepper was extremely anxious and immediately called Natasha over, asking, "Natasha, do you know he's going to participate in a car race?" His voice trembled.

"I just found out about this too." Natasha was speechless; she had never felt so helpless in her life.

I thought to myself, "Why is this person so willful?"

However, she could understand it. A billionaire and invention genius with only a few months left to live would probably want to find some excitement to suppress and counteract his fear of death.

But this matter cannot be told to Pepper Potts. Tony has strictly ordered all those who know about it to keep it a secret, for fear of causing unnecessary trouble.

“He can’t race, it’s too dangerous!” Pepper shook his head vigorously, his face serious.

Tony's usual antics are one thing, but a racing accident is no joke.

“I understand, but how can I help you?” Natasha was still playing the role of secretary at the moment, so she couldn’t go too far.

We can't just rush up, knock Tony unconscious, and then carry him back, can we?

Even if she could actually do it, it would probably scare a lot of people half to death, and her identity as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent would also attract the attention of those with ulterior motives.

"Call Happy over here, let's go to the arena together and drag this bastard back!" Pepper was incredibly domineering, standing up decisively and striding quickly outside.

Inside the track, the maintenance personnel and referees carefully checked the condition of the race cars and, after confirming that they met the eligibility requirements, quickly retreated to the sidelines.

As the starting indicator lights flashed, the ten Formula One cars shot off like arrows, racing along the track.

Tony drove the blue race car, initially maintaining a steady position in the middle of the pack, weaving left and right, constantly overtaking and cornering with considerable skill.

He used to be a true car enthusiast with amazing driving skills. His underground parking garage at his Malibu beach villa was packed with all sorts of luxury cars.

However, after the advent of Iron Man armor, he gradually stopped paying so much attention to cars.

Compared to the MK5 Iron Man armor that can reach speeds of Mach 5, the speed of this Formula One car is like a snail's pace.

The race quickly entered an exciting phase. After crossing a narrow section, the track suddenly widened, and the distance between the cars gradually increased.

Tony is still in fifth place. After all, he is not a professional race car driver and is slightly inferior to those drivers who make a living from this profession.

"Boss, we've found the body of our maintenance worker. He was impersonated. You need to stop the game immediately and return to the safe zone!"

At that moment, a cold voice came through the communicator.

Tony paused for a moment while driving the race car, then revealed an expression that said, "I knew it."

"You need to turn left into the open median strip 1 kilometer ahead. Our people will be there to meet you!" the voice on the communicator said methodically.

The track was too long, and it was unrealistic to deploy manpower for it all. Tony also didn't like others interfering with his enjoyment, so he didn't have any bodyguards follow him the whole way.

This means that even if security personnel discover something is wrong, they simply don't have time to provide timely assistance.

"Damn it, can't I just relax for a bit?!" Tony pounded the steering wheel in frustration, but he was still willing to listen to his protector's advice and gradually began to slow down.

After all, he was currently unarmed and practically a helpless chicken.

But who could have imagined that before they even reached the bend, right after exiting the tunnel, an accident would suddenly occur!

A burly man in work clothes, as if he had gone mad, suddenly pushed open the fence next to the track and swaggered in.

He acted as if nothing had happened, completely ignoring the speeding vehicles. With a "rip," he tore open his shirt, revealing the glowing reactor on his chest and the armor-like vest he was wearing.

The burly man pressed a switch, and the exposed circuitry on his armored vest instantly burst forth with blinding light. Two whips, crackling with powerful electric arcs, dangled from his sleeves and fell to the ground, sizzling with sparks.

Seeing a race car speeding towards him head-on, the burly man, like a demon, raised his electric whip high and swung it with all his might.

With a "crack," the high temperature sliced ​​the race car in half as easily as cutting tofu.

The wreckage of the race car rolled across the ground before crashing with a thud against the track fence. Whether the driver was dead or alive was completely unknown.

Immediately afterwards, Tony's race car drove up.

He had just arrived at this section of the road and hadn't figured out the situation yet.

Unsurprisingly, his race car was also sliced ​​in two by the electric whip. The front of the car was gone, and the car flipped several times in the air before crashing heavily into the wreckage of the car in front of him.

Tony wasn't wearing an ordinary racing suit; it was made of special materials that had been custom-made beforehand. Plus, he was incredibly lucky. Even though the car was totaled, he only suffered some minor muscle tears and strains, and was otherwise unharmed.

The burly man grinned menacingly, like a hunter with victory in his grasp, and slowly approached Tony, whip in hand, his movements deliberate and controlled.

Tony finally managed to climb out of the car, realizing he had been attacked, and ran for cover.

He came here looking for thrills, not to die!

He has undergone a lot of physical training during this period, and his physical flexibility is much better than before!

Although not as good as professional athletes, he dodged left and right, narrowly avoiding the strong man's attacks several times, just like a carp jumping out of the water and hopping around in fright!

"Boss, the sniper is in position. Should we take him out on the spot?" The person on the communicator had clearly noticed Tony's current predicament and asked directly.

"No, capture it alive! I want to see what kind of monster this is! And who's plotting against me!" Tony felt much more at ease, rolled around like a lazy donkey to dodge the attacker's attack, quickly created enough distance, and gave the order in an annoyed tone.

Suddenly, a Rolls-Royce, like a runaway bull, charged from the side.

With a loud "bang," the burly man was slammed against the wall!

Tony reacted quickly, like a nimble monkey, and "whoosh" he climbed up the barbed wire fence, thus avoiding being hit.

"Tony, are you alright?!" Happy shouted anxiously as he rolled down the car window.

"I'm starting to suspect you were after me???" Tony rolled his eyes and retorted irritably. If he hadn't dodged quickly, his luxury car would have run over both him and the attacker.

“Shit! I just wanted to scare him!” Happy retorted angrily.

He had never intentionally hit anyone while driving before; this was the first time, so he was inevitably a little guilty and didn't mention at all that he had floored the accelerator.

"Are you crazy?! Why did you participate in this damn race?!" Pepper Potts was almost crying from fright and yelled at Tony angrily.

She hadn't experienced such nerve-wracking days in a long time; the last time was when Obadiah created the Iron Monger and fought Iron Man in the streets.

"In fact, I was attacked, it had nothing to do with racing."

Tony was also very annoyed. He finally got out to relax and decided to participate in a race on a whim, but he ended up being assassinated!

"Get in the car now and get out of here!"

Natasha, with a serious expression, opened the car door and rushed out like a red lightning bolt, clutching a police baton she had somehow snatched.