Marvel's Chinese Superhero System

Chapter 212 Stark: "Qin, teach me how to cook."

(Correction, the whip lock here is named Ivan Vanke, and Anton Vanke is his father.)
Thinking of this, Ivan Vanke no longer hesitated, and waved the long whip in his hand towards Stark.

The electric current crackled, and Stark was struck by it before he could react, leaving a scorched black streak on his battle suit instantly.

After all, this is just a set of portable battle suits. The defense is too weak, so it is inevitable to suffer some damage, but even so, there is no muscle damage. It is more just the damage of the outer armor and the voltage instability caused by the current.

What's more, Ivan's battle suit is obviously more fragile. Maybe he needs to hit him a dozen times in a row to pose a real threat to Stark, but Stark can completely end the battle by hitting him once.

Ivan also knew it well, because of this, he almost didn't stop after hitting once, and immediately took another move, hoping to make Stark have no chance to fight back and consume his blood all the time.

This is probably the only possible way to succeed.

But it was impossible for Stark to get his wish just like this. After being hit a few times, he found the right opportunity and raised his hand to shoot two palm cannons.

Vanke also had a good reaction, finding the right time for Stark to make a move, and quickly swiped his whip sideways, causing the air to vibrate and disperse the plasma flow in the air.

Immediately afterwards, he swung his whip around Stark, hoping to restrict Stark's activities and increase the current input to him.

However, this is a fatal wrong choice.

The reason why he was able to cause damage to Stark was the cutting force of the electric whip. The energy output of the electric current alone, in addition to replenishing energy for him, could only make the steel suit peel off some paint at most.

"Oops!"

Ivan Vanke also seemed to be aware of the problem, and was about to change his strategy, preparing to pull Stark and throw him hard.

At this time, a small piece of iron suddenly flew from nowhere, pierced his arm directly, blood spattered out, and his figure couldn't help but pause.

"Beautiful!" Qin Shou thought to himself, this time he kicked it right.

Stark also seized the right time, pulled the surge whip around himself, got up and approached him, then threw Ivan Vanke directly to the ground, and buckled the reactor on his chest.

Without the support of energy, the crude armor on Wanke's body fell silent in an instant, and the electric whip no longer worked.

The surrounding crowd, the audience in front of the TV immediately cheered.

Gao Han, who was standing in front of the broadcast screen at the station, also tapped the holographic phone in his hand a few times and put it in his pocket.

While he was relieved, a trace of regret flashed across his face.

At the same time, in the trunk of a limousine, the originally bright red lines on a silver high-tech box suddenly dimmed at this time.

On the track, Stark looked at the reactor in his hand and pondered for a moment.

Ivan, who was being dragged away by the police, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and laughed maniacally: "You lost! You lost! Stark, ahahahaha!"

Stark looked up at him, then crushed the reactor in his hand.

At this time, Qin Shou took off his helmet, stepped forward and threw it at Ivan's face, saying, "There's so much nonsense!"

And the policeman next to him just stepped forward to stop him performatively, and let Qin Shou hit him.

……

Soon, Stark found the place where Ivan Vanke was detained through various relationships, and obtained five minutes of separate interrogation authority.

As soon as he entered the detention room, he saw Ivan sitting on the stool naked, with tattoos on almost every corner of his muscular muscles.

"Very advanced technology, but the speed is a bit low." Stark stepped forward and continued: "You can double the speed. It is useful to let the anti-energy pass through the ionized plasma pipe, but the efficiency is not high. But Still a pretty good knockoff."

Stark walked up to him while talking, but Ivan still didn't say a word, so Stark looked at him and said, "It seems that your friends are all vulgar people."

"Your family is all thieves and butchers. You, like every sinner, want to rewrite your history and forget the lives of the Stark family." Ivan Vanke finally spoke, his words full of sarcasm .

After a while, when Stark learned the only useful news about his father Anton Vanke from Ivan, he didn't stay any longer, turned and left.

Walking out of the detention center, I saw Qin Shou standing beside Stark's car waiting.

"Did something come out?" Qin Shou asked.

"Uh... nothing." Stark hesitated for a moment, and said again: "Thank you for your help today, and I am going to fly back this afternoon. If you want to stay here to play, I will let my plane back Come pick you up, sorry..."

Stark wanted to continue talking, but was interrupted by Qin Shou: "Forget it, I don't plan to continue playing, I'd better go home early to accompany my wife."

"Well, that's fine..." Stark said as he opened the car door, paused for a moment, turned his head to look at Qin Shou and said, "Can I trouble you to do me a favor?"

"doing what?"

Stark said a little embarrassedly: "Can I trouble you to teach me how to cook?"

"Huh?" Qin Shou expressed a confused face.

"Are you going to help? It's fine if you don't." Stark blushed and said in a fit of anger.

With that said, he got into the car and slammed the door shut.

"Help, of course I will." Qin Shou said as he got into the co-pilot, and then looked at Stark with a gossipy face: "I'm just curious why you suddenly have this idea?"

But Stark obviously didn't want to answer this question, Qin Shou closed his eyes in doubt, and seriously recalled the plot in his memory.

"You want to cook for Pepper, right?" Qin Shou looked back and smiled...a funny smile.

Seeing that Stark was still humming and saying nothing, Qin Shou simply asked, "What kind of food do you want to learn?"

After hearing the words, Stark thought for a while, and asked, "Um... Is the whole banquet okay? I heard that this dish is very famous."

"Impossible, just give up." Qin Shou said without hesitation with a dark face, and complained, "And who the hell told you that it was a dish?"

"Not a dish? What is that? Why is it impossible?" Stark also became curious and competitive, and asked.

"A banquet specification that needs to be verified. Give it up. It is impossible for you to learn it. The difficulty is about the same as asking Harpy to build a steel suit, getting Pepper to agree that you have a new female assistant, and letting Xiaoshu dress up as a woman."

"That's it...that's really a bit too difficult." Stark thought about it, and according to Qin Shou's statement, the difficulty was indeed too high, so he said, "Why don't you recommend me a dish."

"Let's scramble eggs with chopped green onion, this is more suitable for you." Qin Shou nodded affirmatively.

"How difficult is it? It's not good if it's too easy."

Qin Shou rubbed his chin and pondered for a while. Out of Stark's pride as a genius, he finally said out of conscience: "It's quite difficult, and most people can't learn it in ten days and a half months, but with your learning Ability, a few hours should be enough."

……

To be continued
(End of this chapter)