Agent of a certain comic

Chapter 656 Tony with Weird Style (Guarantee First)
The silence of the night sky.

Mark's face is expressionless, and his hands endow him with the style of walking in the wind behind him. How can it be described as romantic, suave and unrestrained?

Mark looked up at the starry sky and suddenly felt a different mood.

There is no such person in the world who can pick stars with his hands.

If Mark is the only one, the style of painting should be that of the classical fairy-tale style of traveling to the North Sea in the morning and Mount Tai in the evening.

but!
Behind him was a stinky fart monkey who flew into the sky, fell to the ground, flew into an S shape, and then flew into a B shape, smashing everything...

Mark regained his senses and watched himself slow down to catch up with Tony who was parallel to him and said lightly: "Can you be quiet for a while?"

fighting...

wrong.

Tony, who was supposed to be inside the Mark I Saint Cloth, said in a slightly excited tone: "Haha, this is what I said before, technology changes life."

Mark smiled coldly and said, "Yes, don't forget that you are now surrounded by radioactive elements without any protection. When technology changes your life, it will also change your tadpole."

Tony: "..."

at this moment.

Somebody Ma, the topic-stopper, went online again, and one sentence directly turned Tony, who was also a topic-stopper, into a speechless...

iowa.

Ames.

Mark, who landed outside the suburb of Ames, looked at the iron man next to him and frowned, "How are you going to take it off?"

"Take it off?" Tony shook his head directly and said, "This is still a test model, and it can only be taken off after returning to the villa."

Mark nodded, and then a pluto force directly pushed Tony about three meters away from him, and then said: "Then you stay away from me. Just because you are willing to be surrounded by radioactive elements, doesn't mean I am willing to do the same."

"...The probability of palladium element poisoning is very small."

"what do you want to say?"

"Unless you've been surrounded by palladium for a long time."

"so what?"

"...You are discriminatory."

Mark looked at Tony who said this with a smile and said with a blank face: "Are you sure you're an arms dealer who discriminated against me? Tony, are you sure you're awake?"

Maggie.

Anyone is entitled to say discrimination.

But arms dealers?
just forget it.

Who doesn't know that the munitions manufactured by Stark Industries are the most popular in the entire global village.

The army fights terrorists with Stark ammunition.

Terrorists are fighting the army with stark ammunition.

Terrorists fight terrorists with Stark ammunition.

……

Such a person has the face to say discrimination?
Where is the face?
and also……

Mark looked at Tony and said, "What you are injecting is only the elixir of immortality, not the elixir of immortality. Don't ask me for help if you are really poisoned by the palladium element."

Tony laughed and said: "Don't worry, before I find a replacement palladium element, this is only a test model. You have also seen my ideal holy cloth. I am considering using the Stark satellite to form an all-weather and all-terrain positioning The equipment is armed from the sky..."

Mark sighed.

Ok.

The sense of sight of this holy cloth is getting stronger and stronger.

but……

mountain copper.

Gammanian.

Silver Star Sand.

Can Tony find one of the three core items that are indispensable for making the holy cloth?

Mark is skeptical.

Paused.

Mark looked at Tony, who was still surrounded by... the holy clothes, and finally shook his head unbearably.

Snapped!
Snap your fingers!

"Whoa, whoa, what are you doing, wait..."

"I don't want to accompany an iron man into the city."

Mark said with a blank face, but seeing Tony hanging in the air without the ability to fight back, the iron pieces of the Mark I Saint Cloth on his body fell like rain.

Soon.

Mark looked at the scattered iron pieces and waved again.

next second.

Tony stared at the big red bull shape composed of countless iron pieces and said with glowing eyes: "Yes, yes, this is my ideal battle... the holy clothes are in idle form, when the time comes, snap your fingers, wow..."

Mark looked at the stinky fart monkey who was not behaving like before and became more and more sure of one thing.

The guy either hasn't slept in four days.

Or... it was dropped by someone from Southeast Asia.

After Mark put the big Red Bull built with his own imagination and flexibility into the warehouse, he said with care: "Let's go."

"How do you..."

"Shut up." Mark looked at the way of behavior different from the previous Tony and said with a blank face: "I came for Pepper, not for you. If Pepper was not my friend, the devil would be willing to have a big night." Come here with you."

Tony opened his mouth and shrugged for a while, "Pepper and I already have a daughter."

mark:"……"

ten seconds later.

Pepper, who was watching cartoons with Morgan Stark, looked confused when Mark came out of the blue portal.

Pepper got up and asked curiously, "Didn't you say something happened?"

Mark didn't speak, and moved his right hand to the back.

Tony, who came out vertically and came back sideways, came out directly under the traction of his thoughts.

Pepper covered her mouth.

Mark said: "It's not what you think, it's just that this guy pissed me off. In order to prevent me from hacking him to death, I'll send him back first."

When Mark was talking.

Tony, who was in a coma, smacked his mouth.

Pepper: "..."

Only Pluto can know how hard Mark tried to restrain himself from hacking the stinky fart monkey to death with a knife, but knocking him unconscious instead.

Although the former stinky fart monkey Mark didn't like it either.

But no comparison does no harm.

This funny-looking stinky fart monkey is obviously more annoying than the previous stinky but not talkative stinky fart monkey.

Bringing a douchebag to find someone?
Mark would rather kill himself.

Soon.

Mark is back in Ames, Iowa.

The power of thought burst out.

soon.

Without the interference of the stinky fart monkey, Mark quickly found the person he was looking for this time.

Blacklist characters, number 130 five, The Undertaker, Milton Babbitt.

At this moment.

Wearing only a pair of big underpants, the mourner, who was lying on a reclining chair, drinking a special drink, listening to music and receiving purple light treatment, obviously did not expect that a visitor would come to his door now.

Bang!
The mourner who removed his artificial nose stood up and stared at the handsome man in a suit who came out of the darkness and said in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

Mark looked around at the furnishings in the room and did not speak.

The mourner's right hand stroked towards a hidden place.

next second.

"Ah—" The mourner cried out in pain while clutching his shriveled and deformed right hand.

There is no doubt about the level of pain that the five fingers will feel if they are directly crushed by a soil compactor.

Mark reached out with his right hand to turn on the light in the living room.

After the living room was bright, Mark nodded in satisfaction.

Although he is the king of darkness, there is no rule that Mark must enjoy darkness.

After doing all this.

Only then did Mark look at the mourner who was holding his right hand and screaming in pain, and said lightly: "You have what I want in your hand, and you will give it to me, trust me."

Mourners:"……"

(End of this chapter)