Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"Because they want you by name."

Coulson pursed his lips and took out a black rectangular cube from his pocket. He turned it over and placed it on the table. The thing fit firmly on Tony's table. With a buzz, it started

Already.

The operable projection was released in an instant. Tony stared at the projection in front of him without saying a word. Large blocks of text and pictures flashed across his eyes.

"That's the thing." Coulson said with pain. "Rather than get it, they would rather destroy everything - I still don't understand where they got the things in their hands."

What the hell, Tony thought. A bunch of old politicians with no money, no power, and no support can actually get a nuclear bomb? What kind of joke is the world on me?

There’s more than one damn thing.

"So what do they want me to do by name?"

"They want you to give a speech - after all, in some ways, you're more of an American voice than Captain. I mean, you're rich, Tony."

Colson's words made Tony pull down his sunglasses and glance at him. To ensure that he could see his disapproving eyes, Tony looked at him for a longer time. Then, he said: "Is it a sin to be rich? Hell,

After the disintegration, my company was responsible for the power supply of the entire New York, free of charge! This included emergency rescue and disaster relief, providing weapons and equipment to the police station, and supporting hospitals."

He counted on his fingers and told everything he had done.

"I built eight new public schools in New York, established twenty-one drug rehabilitation centers, and at the same time provided legitimate jobs to those who had to commit crimes because of their poor living standards - hell, Colson, I even

Donate half of your profits to charity every year, real charity!"

"But why do you think I am a capitalist who should be hung from a street lamp and exploit the people? A spokesperson for the American spirit?!"

Tony's voice became sharp: "You don't think this is a good word, do you?!"

"Wait a minute, Tony, I'm not targeting you. They called it that. In fact, their wording was quite polite."

Coulson carefully raised his hand and placed it on the projection: "Let me show you."

He slid the projection, and soon, a letter appeared in front of Tony's eyes.

"Yours sincerely, Mr. Tony Stark."

"You are a world-famous explorer, inventor, scientist, respected businessman and philanthropist. In you, the American courage, pursuit of freedom and truth are undoubtedly reflected. We did do something wrong.

, that’s true. But we still have a chance to turn everything around, don’t we? Our people are constantly facing threats from that country, but we still have a chance-"

"——Okay, no need to read anymore."

After reading this, Tony made a quick gesture: "I know they haven't changed at all when I see this, Colson. Damn it, what's wrong with these bastards' minds? That country didn't launch a war against Afghanistan.

The poor people in the Middle East are forced to become terrorists, and Mexico is not treated as a drug manufacturing company."

He originally wanted to say more, but suddenly stopped and sighed.

"I can't believe it, Coulson. We've been living under an idiot government like this before."

Tony murmured to himself: "And we still think it's okay. Every penny paid by taxpayers has been taken away by those bastards. The people at the bottom are suffering miserably. New social problems are born every day, and in the end, they

What is often discussed is how to conduct human experiments on domestic civilians."

"Stop talking, Tony." Colson pursed his lips again. "Let's talk about business, okay? They have designated you to give a speech on TV and use your influence to force each continent to start another referendum.

Become one. Otherwise they will detonate all the nuclear bombs."

"How many are there in total?"

"Twelve."

Tony cursed: "Do you know the hiding place?"

"No clue at all."

"I suggest you check the databases of agencies like the FBI and CIA."

"It's no use, Tony. In fact, as we're talking, we have people patrolling every continent. The letter you're looking at was sent a week ago, and we've been checking it all week.

But found nothing."

"Doesn't this mean they are bluffing?"

Tony asked in confusion: "There are seventeen technical consultants in the Divine Spear Bureau, and everyone is similar to me. You are merged together, and you also have my technical support. Logically speaking, nothing should be able to escape your search."

?”

"...We can't bet, Tony."

Colson said patiently: "Yes, judging from the current situation, they have an 80% chance -"

"——Ninety-seven point eight percent."

"...Okay, ninety-seven point eight percent. Even if there is such a high possibility that they are bluffing, we cannot relax. We cannot use the lives of countless people as bets to play with them

This huge gamble. And this is also the most critical issue, Tony. Although there is a high probability that they are bluffing, but..."

Colson pursed his lips: "We have no clue where this letter was sent from. We can't even find where they are. Do you understand?"

Tony whistled a long whistle. He stood up from his chair and pointed his middle finger at the ceiling.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm showing my respect to them, Coulson. After all, if what you said is true, maybe they are monitoring me somewhere. How could these people still have this kind of technology after they disintegrated? It seems that you were

It’s not all about the highest technology. Well, regardless of whether they have nuclear bombs or not, I just want to say one thing.”

The frivolity disappeared, his back straightened, and Tony spoke seriously...

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"I told Coulson, no way."

In the burger shop, Tony said simply: "You want me to give a speech on TV and be the guy who incites everyone's emotions? I don't want to do something that will be mentioned in the history books and poke my spine. What? I

Not an idiot. Besides, a lot of people already hate Iron Man."

He lowered his head a little lonely: "I don't want some people to hate Tony Stark anymore."

"What about the nuclear bomb?" He Shenyan asked softly. "Just like Coulson said, what if the nuclear bomb is real? What should you do?"

"Damn, that's why I went to meet the owner of Playboy magazine."

Tony exhaled irritably: "You don't know something. In fact, I bought that magazine ten years ago. The boss is not a real person. He is a bionic robot created by me. I have a robot under the Playboy magazine building.

A secret laboratory, where I have my best experimental equipment."

"If I need one of the most efficient scanning instruments in the world, I have to go to that laboratory and spend ten days and a half."

He spoke as if he was sure that he would build the most efficient scanning device in the world after entering.

He Shenyan couldn't help but smile. He liked this trait in Tony Stark, which was very similar to him. That kind of unabashed confidence was actually loyalty to his own abilities.

"What are you laughing at?" Tony asked confused.

"Nothing, Tony. Just some sighs. Okay, let's put aside the fact that you are actually the boss behind Playboy magazine. I don't want to ask you why you put the best experimental equipment in the Playboy building.

Below...but I cannot tolerate this happening under the watchful eye of a Karma Taj wizard."

He stood up and walked out of the burger shop with Tony. They turned into an alley, and a portal opened in front of them. Behind them was the Holy of Holies. Strange, wearing a casual shirt, was holding a cup of coffee.

Face looked at them in shock.

"Oh, stay safe, Strange."

Tony walked in with a smile and looked curiously at the antique bookcases and some mysterious-looking things. He walked to an exhibition cabinet and stretched out his hand to play with something similar to an incense burner placed on it.

This action immediately drew Strange's angry glare.

"Tony Stark! Take your hands off that incense burner! I bought it online!"

"...wait, what?"

Tony almost thought he heard wrong. He looked around with a look of disbelief on his face: "Brother, what's wrong with you? You are a mage, the Supreme Mage! You don't have this title. Look at where you live, the Holy of Holies! You

Look at this cabinet again, it’s so full of beauty and charm, but you put an incense burner purchased online on it?”

"Yeah, what, do you have any objections?"

Strange impatiently gestured at him with his middle finger, and then looked at He Shenyan with a complicated expression.

"I noticed that there is magic running on you all the time." Strange said softly. "Are you in any trouble?"

"No trouble."

Smiling, He Shenyan did not tell him about his lonely seven hundred and thirty-one years. There was no need. He just smiled and glanced at the ring on Strange's right ring finger: "Married?"

"yes."

Strange smiled sheepishly: "Well... you weren't there at the time, but we didn't actually invite anyone else to our wedding. It was just me and Christine."

"There's not even a witness?"

"Without you, I don't think anyone can take on this responsibility."

"Ha." He Shenyan chuckled. He wanted to say more, but was interrupted by Tony.

"Can you two stop reminiscing about old times? He, tell this horse-faced man who has no taste for beards what happened under his nose as the Supreme Mage!" Tony shouted impatiently.

I want to throw him into two portals that are constantly transmitting to each other. Strange said to He Shenyan with his spiritual tentacles.

No, don't do that. He doesn't have any armor on him, and it's a bit unethical to do that. Let's wait and see when he puts on those clothes again.

The two looked at each other and reached a tacit understanding quietly.

Strange coughed: "So, what happened under my nose?"