Those years when I was a mutant in American manga

Chapter 64 Want to be a hero? (Ask for a monthly pass!)

Weller looked up, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Good guy!
Tony was really rude.

Dozens of miniature missiles roared, falling towards him like a torrential rain with scorching flames.

Weller smiled slightly, and the wings behind him suddenly separated from behind him.

At the same time that Weller fell, the blue light wings suddenly shattered, turning into a rain of blue light to meet him.

Boom, boom!
Accompanied by a fierce explosion, flames and blue energy bloomed in the air like fireworks, as if occupying the entire sky.

However, the two figures descended rapidly from mid-air, and landed in the forest not far from X school.

"Bah!"

Tony opened the mask, revealing a smug smile.

Weller walked up to Tony, hammered Tony's battle clothes hard, and said angrily: "You are really welcome, and you are not afraid of blowing me to death."

Tony smiled slightly, and walked out of the opened suit with the 'click' sound of the suit.

"Don't worry, if I really want to kill you, I will find you the best place to bury you, and find you a bunch of beautiful girls to sing you a requiem for you."

"You are as good as a poisonous woman in politics."

Weller complained and asked curiously, "Why do you remember school?"

"Passing by." Tony shrugged and explained, "Didn't I tell you before that I planned to move Stark Tower to New York?"

"There is such a thing."

Weller nodded.

Tony stretched out his hand and gestured: "I plan to build a new Ark reactor there to supply energy to the entire building, so I have to check the location and make a new design drawing."

Pointing to the new reactor on his chest, he said, "The second-generation reactor has stronger energy and lasts longer."

A hint of pity flashed in Weller's eyes, and he asked, "How long will it take to build?"

"The plan is for one year."

Weller nodded, but sighed inwardly.

I don't know if this building can 'survive' longer.

"correct!"

Weiler seemed to remember something, and asked curiously: "How is the Ten Rings Gang handling it? I think you have been more active during this time."

Tony frowned, and said worriedly: "Although a lot has been dealt with, it is more difficult than expected to clean it up completely!"

"There are many people in the Ten Commandments Gang. Not only are they all over the Middle East, but they are also engaged in criminal operations in other countries."

"Be careful."

Weller nodded and said something casually.

Tony seemed a little unconcerned: "Don't worry, they are not at the same level as me now."

As he said that, he changed the topic: "I heard that recently, many people from the military and the government have been thrown into prison. It seems to be related to X school?"

"Well, about a colonel named Stryker."

"Strike?"

"Let's go, find another place to chat, the story is a bit long."

"it is good."

Tony responded, put on a steel suit and challenged Weller, "Can you keep up?"

Weller raised his eyebrows: "You can fly, if you can't keep up, I will lose."

Tony's mask was buttoned down, and when the flames spewed out from his palms and were about to fly, a blue energy rope was wrapped around his armor.

Tony's face darkened, looked at the smiling Willer, and muttered, "Are all college students so treacherous now?"

When the words fell, they soared into the sky.

……

Russia, Moscow.

Although it is late autumn now, Moscow has already started to snow, and it has become a cold world covered by ice and snow.

Someone knocked on the dilapidated wooden door that couldn't even block the cold wind. Ivan Vanke with long hair put down the tools in his hand, slightly covered the things on the workbench, then picked up the overcoat beside him and put it on body, walked out of the humble studio, and opened the door.

The knocker was wearing a black overcoat and a ermine hat.

Is a rich man.

Ivan Vanke glanced at it, and was about to close the door with a blank expression.

He didn't know any rich people.

"Snapped!"

The man outside put his hand on the door, pushed the door open slightly, smiled at Ivan Vanke, and said, "I'm looking for Anton Vanke."

Ivan Vanke said coldly: "He is dead."

"died?"

The man named Savin froze for a moment, then frowned and said, "Who are you?"

Ivan Vanke said blankly: "His son."

"It seems that I have found the wrong person."

Savin smiled and said, "I'm here to help you."

"Help me? Huh!"

Ivan Vanke sneered and bit the toothpick in his mouth.

"Yes, help you deal with Tony Stark."

Ivan Vanke was startled, then frowned and said, "Come in."

Savin nodded: "Wise choice, buddy."

Savin walked into the house and looked at Ivan Vanke's dilapidated home.

Dim lighting, shabby furniture, sour-smelling beds, and a stench from the bathroom...

Savin laughed lowly: "Dude, it seems that you are having a bad time."

"If you're talking nonsense, get the hell out of here."

Ivan Vanke spit out the toothpick impatiently, with a dangerous look in his eyes.

Savin sneered: "Before discussing things with you, I think it is necessary for you to understand our strength."

Pressing his hand on the iron table in front of him, his hand became red and exuded extremely high temperature.

In just a few seconds, the place where the iron table touched the palm turned red, and then turned into molten iron and fell to the ground.

Ivan Vanke shrank his eyes: "Are you a mutant?"

"No, no, I'm not one of those monsters."

Savin smiled contemptuously and said, "Can we have a good talk now?"

Ivan Vanke pondered for a while: "You just said to deal with Tony Stark? What's your problem with him?"

Savin looked around, but there was not even a place to sit down, so he gave up the idea of ​​sitting down and talking, and said angrily, "He's been troubling us all this time."

Ivan Vanke recalled the recently collected information about Tony Stark, and guessed: "You... are the Ten Rings Gang?"

"Clap!"

Savin applauded, with a look of admiration on his face.

"Really smart people, and we love working with smart people."

Ivan Vanke said with great interest: "Cooperation? How do you want to cooperate?"

If the other party is the Ten Rings Gang, they can really cooperate.

After all, the enemy of an enemy is a friend.

Savin straightened his face and said, "Before we cooperate, I want to ask a question."

Ivan Vanke narrowed his eyes, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Is this checking his eligibility to cooperate?

"Say!"

"Did your father leave you with any legacy? Like blueprints for the Ark reactor, or... something better."

Ivan Vanke did not answer, but walked into the inner studio.

After a while, Ivan Vanke came out with a shiny object, threw it twice in his hand, and sneered at Savin: "You mean, this thing?"

"Miniature reactor?" Savin narrowed his eyes, and greed flashed in his eyes, and said, "You made this?"

Ivan Vanke sneered and said, "Otherwise? Is it my family's useless old man who was hit and now rotten?"

"very good!"

Savin nodded in surprise: "I want to know that you can do that?"

Ivan Vanke said indifferently: "As long as I have enough funds, I can make a steel suit."

Hearing this, Savin was overjoyed, with a bright smile on his face, and said: "In this case, we will cooperate with you with the greatest sincerity."

After a pause, Savin recalled what his boss told him before Russia, stretched out his hand to Ivan Vanke, and said with a smile: "So, Mr. Vanke, do you want to be a hero?"

　Savin is a character who appeared in Iron Man [-].

　　Killian's men, wearing a war machine, held the short-cut man who was the president of country M hostage.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)