Lawful Black Dragon in Marvel

The next day, Anita went to register first, and when she came back, she memorized the paper knowledge for the driving test and waited for the preliminary written test.

Perhaps because Christmas was coming soon, she was notified to take the written test on the afternoon of the registration day.

Thanks to the potion used to enhance memory when learning swordsmanship, the written test was a success.

Then I made an appointment for the road test, took the test directly, and brought back a temporary driver's license valid for 30 days in the evening. I even got a temporary license plate on the way back.

Tiepao can finally hit the road normally.

Finally there is a way to get around besides taking a taxi and the subway

In the blink of an eye, it’s Christmas Eve.

Anita originally planned to order a Christmas tree and then decorate some yards in preparation for Christmas tomorrow, but before she could start decorating, she received an invitation to a Christmas Eve dinner from Miss Potts.

Anyway, Christmas Eve was spent with two little kids and a steel butler, and there was no festive atmosphere at all.

Now, someone is hosting a party. Wouldn’t it be silly not to go?

It was dark, and people around me were giving their blessings on Christmas Eve.

Anita changed into slightly more formal clothes in the room, and put Faniel into a children's formal suit, neatly wearing a bow tie.

Then he drove Faneuil and Daisy to Stark Tower for the banquet.

It feels like a family went out to celebrate New Year's Eve years ago

Among all the glamorous socialites, Daisy holding her child has a 100% return rate. After all, everyone is here to catch a hooker or seek a one-night stand. Even if they have children, they cannot bring them with them.

What's more, there are two more

And the skin color is completely different, people can't help but think about it

After squeezing among the crowd for a long time, I finally saw Boz.

She was talking to a blond man with a slightly higher hairline. Anita didn't have the nerve to interrupt. She took some desserts, plattered them, and found a seat to sit down and feed Daisy and herself.

As for Faneuil, he stayed in the dessert section.

In less than 3 minutes, someone will find that only a little bit of all the desserts are left.

"Hey, can I sit down?" A black man with a mustache walked up to Anita and asked politely with two glasses of wine.

Anita nodded.

There is something in my mouth, so it is difficult to speak.

The other party pushed one of the goblets in front of Anita and introduced himself: "Hello, my name is Michael. I am an employee of Stark Group and am in charge of a group of 40 people."

Anita swallowed what was in her mouth. "Nice to meet you. My name is Anita and I am a reporter."

The two soon started chatting awkwardly, and the topic gradually deviated to Daisy.

Faneuil has taken care of most of the sweets in the cupboard.

The waiter is replenishing the goods.

So I climbed up to the rooftop with the last tray and stood on the Iron Man's tarmac overlooking New York.

From this angle, the scenery is not bad.

The most important thing is fresh air

There was a mixture of smells under the house, including perfume and people farting, and it was filled with a strange smell that didn't stink or smell fragrant.

Although humans can't smell it, the smell is quite distinct in the dragon's nose, and Fanuel always swallows it while holding his breath.

Places with dense crowds are really not suitable for dragons.

For Faneuil, the barbecue restaurant two streets away is more suitable for dining. After all, he is a carnivore. Desserts are just snacks, and the staple food is still meat.

Now that there is still space for seafood, Fanier thinks that he might buy a pasture and raise more cattle and sheep to change the taste of land.

Buy another "that big" grill, or if you don't have one, make one yourself, it won't take much effort.

I think back to when I was still in Mubei. When I returned to my hometown, I would barbecue in the yard. A few young men would brag while making skewers. The aroma attracted the rhubarb from the village chief’s house.

As I thought about it, tears rolled down the corners of my mouth.

"Pepper, you should understand what I mean."

"Dr. Killian, don't be like this, we are just ordinary partners."

"You know, Pepper, 13 years ago in Switzerland, Tony Stark teased me and made me wait on the rooftop for six hours. You were the most important thing to him, just like now, the cold wind is biting."

"Killian"

"Do you know how painful and desperate I was at that time?"

Killian became more and more excited as he spoke, and a bright red light gradually appeared under his skin, flickering in and out, just like the one that attacked Stark.

Boz wanted to break away from Killian, but his strength was amazing, and the temperature on his arms was getting higher and higher, so he forcefully dragged her closer to the edge of the rooftop.

"cough cough"

Faniel coughed twice to refresh his sense of presence.

Maybe it’s because I’ve been using a little too much shielding recently, which has caused my presence to be reduced. A one-meter-tall person was standing on the tarmac, but the two of them just didn’t notice it.

Killian was furious, his face was as red as a burning charcoal, he opened his mouth and breathed flames at Fanir.

Fanir moved to the left to avoid the flames, and at the same time released a wind element barrier to prevent the flames from burning his clothes.

"sharp."

Faniel was sincerely impressed.

An ordinary person could actually breathe fire that even a black dragon could not do. He could only spit out highly corrosive high-temperature venom.

What Killian spits out is like magma, not just flames. It can burn for a while when it falls to the ground.

But humans should not have organs that store high-temperature liquids. The liquids that can be sprayed out are nothing more than saliva, blood, and thick phlegm.

Looking at this lump, it must be thick phlegm.

It's a bit disgusting to think about it

"Oh, sorry, kid, you should go downstairs to find your mother at this time, throw yourself into her arms and cry, instead of blowing the cool breeze on the rooftop."

After spitting out a mouthful of "magma", Killian looked particularly happy. He didn't know that this mouthful of thick phlegm had cleared his trachea that had been blocked for many years.

Since Fanir had not left just now, it was naturally impossible for him to get out in despair. After all, Killian was the least threatening villain in his mind, and he also had certain use value.

Throwing a hypnotic spell over, Killian's expression instantly became dull, and the red light all over his body faded away. It took a few seconds for his eyes to regain their luster, but there was only fanaticism left inside.

Enthusiasm for further research and improvement of the terminal virus

Passion for science

Faneuil directly reorganized all his memories, erasing all the humiliation on the Swedish rooftop and the idea of ​​kidnapping the president and killing Iron Man.

Only the desire for desperate virus research remains

As for why I desire it, of course it’s for science

In order to enrich the knowledge base of the great master

Terrorist actions or something like that, that's not what you should do

We should quickly shrink the camp, continue the order transactions with the military, eliminate the disadvantages of the Extremis virus bit by bit, and restore the vice president's daughter's legs, but we need to change the method of payment.

"understood"

Faneuil asked.

Killian nodded, bowed deeply, then let go of Boz, went downstairs and returned to the hall, canceling all the terrorist plans that had been deployed.

During the call, he ordered his subordinates to deal with the actor, destroy the test site, and erase all traces.

Facing the confusion of his subordinates, Killian could only feel happy.

Of course, Boz was also confused.