Under Stark's disdainful gaze, Mike contentedly accepted the million-dollar transfer, gleefully watching his account balance.
"The yacht is yours." After the party, Stark offered the yacht, which he had owned for less than a day, to Mike.
"No."
"Uh... I mean, you're a strange person. You returned the sports car I gave you, and now you don't want the yacht. You're so Happy about a paltry commission, I don't understand..." Stark was puzzled and couldn't stand to see Mike so Happy.
If you're that Happy, how can I be Happy?
Heh~ Bad friend...
"I remember you said 'pick any one you like' at the time, but you didn't say you were giving it to me," Mike recalled.
"Heh, how could I want a car that other men have driven!" Stark leaned back strategically.
Mike just chuckled.
Those supermodels hadn't gone far, still waving in this direction. These "cars" were not new; each one had been driven by multiple men. They looked new, but in reality, their mileage was astonishing. Like Angel last night, that was a "car" that could drive itself, with superb driving skills, capable of any difficult maneuver.
If Angel was like that, was Nikita an exception?
So Stark's strategic lean back was destined to fail, resulting in a chicken-egg sized bump on the back of his head.
Mike didn't care; for a temporary car, as long as the accelerator was smooth and the brakes were tight, it was fine.
"Yacht maintenance and other expenses are too expensive. I'd only use it a few times a year. Is this a gift, or are you just trying to trick me? How about converting it to cash?" Mike said with a smile.
As for taking the yacht and then selling it... While Mike liked the feeling of money in his account, he wasn't so low-class. Money, at the end of the day, was a tool. Mike hadn't become so fond of it that he would be enslaved by it.
That's why Mike always complained about the system's low fees and high deductions, but as long as he gained power, Mike could complain while diligently completing his worker's job.
Money is also a kind of power; it has a cute name: [Cash Power]. Just as Stark is incredibly smart, if he were dirt poor, how could he create the Iron Man Suit, which reeks of money?
Supernatural powers run rampant in this World, but the power of money still cannot be underestimated. However, Mike's power growth does not depend on money. So, for him, money is a pleasure, not an obsession.
Three days later.
A black SUV stopped at the entrance of the supermarket.
The driver was Coulson.
Mike: "Has S.H.I.E.L.D. become so luxurious that they use an Agent of Level 8 as a driver?"
Coulson: "Yes, what's so luxurious about that? Eating jianbing guozi with two eggs at once, that's luxury."
"Your sports car is too conspicuous," Coulson explained why Mike wasn't driving himself.
Mike: "..."
If jianbing guozi has invaded the Marvel Universe, can Shaxian Snacks be far behind?
Get in the car.
Coulson's gaze was resentful: "About the Purple Man's body last time, did you intentionally set me up?"
Mike gave him a black person asking mark face: "What's wrong?"
Coulson said: "After the Purple Man's body was transported back, the virus began to inactivate after about twenty-four hours. Moreover, these viruses cannot parasitize and replicate in normal cells, and they almost all died out."
"Oh, almost," Mike thought it was a pity; it would have been better if they had all died out.
Coulson squinted: "So you knew all along, didn't you?"
"I didn't think that much. Besides, the Purple Man's control ability would slowly lose effect, which means the virus might not survive long in ordinary people's bodies," Mike complained, "Are your S.H.I.E.L.D. scientists raised on excrement?"
Coulson thought for a moment and actually somewhat agreed with Mike's statement, "I can only say most of them have eaten it."
Helpless.
For a super-large official agency like S.H.I.E.L.D., regardless of HYDRA's infiltration, it's inevitably bureaucratic and rigid, and the benefits are certainly not as good as other private organizations. This means S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't lack talent, but it lacks genius. That's why Coulson treasured Fitz and Simmons so much.
Incidentally, the one who solved this problem was S.H.I.E.L.D.'s rookie, Simmons.
Coulson was still somewhat suspicious: "Really."
Mike got anxious and directly unleashed a big move: "I swear to God, if I deliberately set you up, may all the male friends I've made in the past two years die!"
"How ruthless!" Coulson: "..., your male friends really have a high-risk profession. Uh... just in case, I'm not among them, am I?"
"What are you thinking? My requirements for male friends are relatively low, but there's a bottom line, okay?"
Coulson: "I always thought your mouth was as annoying as Stark's. I was wrong... You are the only existence that surpasses Stark. I feel like pressing the accelerator all the way down and taking us both out."
Mike laughed heartily, "You flatter me."
"Hmph!" Stark sneezed.
Pepper next to him was very nervous, "You're not catching a cold, are you?"
Stark waved his hand, "No, no, I just suddenly felt a deep malice." He paused, "It must be Mike cursing me."
"Why isn't he here yet?" After a while, Stark asked Fury, his seemingly calm tone betraying his anxiety.
Fury looked at his watch: "According to the plan, he should have arrived, but he said not eating breakfast is bad for his health, so he's delayed by about 15 minutes."
"F*ck! A person who parties every night and often sleeps until the afternoon says 'not eating breakfast is bad for his health,' how does that sound so ridiculous!" Stark fumed, "Later, I'm going to beat him to death, nobody stop me, nobody stop me, understand!"
Fury stared at his shoes, thinking, whoever stops you is a puppy.
Happy, on the other hand, had a "I'm very busy" look, thinking, Boss, do whatever you want, I support you spiritually, but don't drag me into it, thank you...
Pepper held Stark's hand.
Stark: "Pepper, you're the best."
Pepper smiled and said gently: "Tony, no matter what happens, I will stand by your side. Even if I know you can't beat Mike, I will stand by your side without hesitation and take care of you day and night after you're hospitalized."
Pfft! × 2.
Happy and Fury couldn't help but laugh.
Stark made a long face: "I never thought you were this kind of Pepper."
The atmosphere eased considerably.
The car carrying Mike drove into an automatic car wash.
Of course, he was bored enough to wash the car.
When it came out, the black SUV had turned white, the Chevrolet emblem had become a Cadillac, and the license plate had also changed.
"If Tony's illness gets out, the parasites in Congress will likely use his health as an excuse to demand Tony hand over the Iron Man Suit, so the fewer people who know about the surgery, the better. And many people hope Tony dies directly on the operating table," Coulson explained, "However, no matter how much they argue, as long as Tony doesn't want to hand it over, no matter the excuse, even the President won't be able to do anything."
Mike agreed with this point.
This is the U.S., the stronghold of capitalist society. Who can publicly seize a billionaire's private property?
Note: This is under the premise of being public. What dirty tricks aren't there in secret?
One of the foundations of capitalism: "Private property is sacred and inviolable." If even a billionaire can't protect his legal private property, what about everyone else?
Therefore, the ultimate goal of all the squabbling and pressure is to "persuade" Stark to "voluntarily" hand over the Iron Man Suit, and preferably to build a few more sets for the U.S..
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