clang!
Mark held a cheeseburger in one hand and a bottle of Happy Otaku water in the other. He looked at Tony who had landed safely in the garage and said, "That was pretty fast! Where's Baymax?"
"It's still in Gumira. I've left it there temporarily to take care of the local refugees. I'll arrange for someone from the Stark Charity Foundation to take over. It should be back by evening." Tony took off his mask, snatched the fat man's water from the hand at the door, and drank it in big gulps. "Wow, that feels great!"
"Why do you look so miserable? With Baymax's help, it shouldn't be that difficult to deal with the mob of the Ten Rings Gang, right?" Mark asked with a frown, looking at his father's somewhat stiff expression and the deep dents on the Mark III.
"Nothing, I just played hide-and-seek with two big birds on the way back. Unfortunately, I wasn't the 'ghost'. Where's the burger you prepared for me? Why didn't I see my portion?" Tony didn't explain in detail and changed the subject guiltily.
Mark shrugged: "Who knew you would come back so early? I only ordered my own portion, and here is half a piece. Do you want one?"
Mark handed the cheeseburger, which he had already taken two bites of, to Tony with a sly grin on his face, as if he had succeeded in a prank.
Unexpectedly, Tony didn't mind at all. He reached out and took the burger. "Don't think of getting rid of me like this. If I can't eat my favorite cheeseburger within half an hour, don't expect me to send you your ruler's measured data, hum!" After saying that, Tony opened his mouth big and finished most of the burger in a few bites.
Mark, however, curled his lips and looked nonchalant. "Then you're doomed to be disappointed. I've had Dabai store all your measured data in real time on my private server. I can check it anytime now, hahaha!"
Tony angrily drank the remaining half cup of Happy Fat House Water. Without any leverage to threaten Mark, he had no way to deal with him and could only sulk by himself.
"Jarvis, help me disarm." Tony stood on the changing table and gave orders to Jarvis.
But after a while, Tony's temper had completely disappeared, and the only sounds left in the garage were Tony's screams of "Ah!", "Oh!", "Ouch!", and Mark's "Haha" laughter on the other side.
"Sir, please be patient for a moment. The Mark III you designed is too tight. The more you twist, the more painful it will be."
"Be gentle, Jarvis. This is my first time, and I designed it to be removable, so I really should be able to... oh! It caught my hair, are you trying to make me bald!?"
"Please try not to move, sir. If you really want to save your hair, please wear a wig before you don your battle suit next time."
"Hahaha, Jarvis, I like your sense of humor more and more!" Mark gave Tony a timely finishing blow.
"Hmph! You little brat... Ouch, be gentle!"
"What happened here?" Pepper, who came to report to Tony, saw the scene that made Mark laugh, but she couldn't laugh at all. "Are those bullet holes?"
"Believe me, it's not as bad as it seems..."
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Twenty minutes later, Tony, who had finally taken off his suit, was so weak that he collapsed on the sofa. "It was so difficult. It turns out that suits shouldn't pursue the so-called close-fitting fashion. I'm starting to miss the loose and comfortable fit of the Mark I."
"Here, eat something! You still have to think about how to explain this to Sister Pepper." At this time, Mark was holding a takeaway bag and placed it on the coffee table in front of Tony.
"Didn't you say you didn't order my portion?" Tony opened the bag and saw his favorite cheeseburger and a glass of Happy Otaku water. "Let's not worry about the hassle right now. I just had a hard time getting rid of Pepper. I can only leave the explanation to fate."
"I was just teasing you. So, after actually using the design of the Ruler, did you find any flaws?" The topic at the door turned to the Ruler that he cared about the most.
"No, everything is perfect. Or perhaps the Dominator's flaw is that it's too perfect. Everything is determined by the rules set by the system, and the holder has only the power to pull the trigger. Coupled with that visually striking killing method... The Dominator may truly be able to control its holder, turning him into a cold and ruthless killing machine."
"Hmm..." Mark stroked his slightly stubbled chin, thought deeply for a moment, and then said, "How about I add a user psychological detection program? If the user begins to experience psychological fluctuations, the Dominator will temporarily suspend their access to the second and third execution modes after determining that their condition is unsuitable for continued use. How about that?"
"That's right, but you must be cautious in identifying and authorizing the licensor. After all, the power of the Dominator has stunned even weapons experts like me!" Tony nodded and agreed with Mark's idea.
"Don't worry, such a cool weapon must be used exclusively by our Stark family. I don't plan to authorize it to anyone else."
"Smart! The same goes for my Mark series battle suit. It's my exclusive battle suit, and no one else can get their hands on it." Tony looked proud and complacent when he said this.
"Tsk, wait until my Transformers are developed, and no one will be interested in your suit!" Mark said unyieldingly.
"For the sake of the cheeseburger, I won't bother with my son." Tony ignored Mark's provocation and grabbed the cheeseburger on the table and started eating it.
Seeing that he failed to provoke Tony's anger, Mark curled his lips and turned on the TV to pay attention to today's current affairs news.
"Earlier today, an Air Force F22 Raptor fighter jet crashed during a flight exercise in Gumi. Fortunately, the pilot was not injured.
As for the unexpected turn of events in the small town of Gumilas, we still don't know who or what intervened. But I can swear that our government has nothing to do with it at this time."
Watching Colonel Rhodes' accident report to the media on TV, Mark turned around in surprise and looked at Tony: "The hide-and-seek with the big bird you mentioned, couldn't it be the Raptor F22 fighter jet that Uncle Rhodes mentioned!?"
"I think my metaphor is very vivid, don't you?"
"I think you're crazy!"
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