Elden Gulong in American comics

After a not-so-intense speech mainly responsible for snarky people, Tony started his evening relaxation project. In a party with people coming and going, Iron Man fell from the sky and threw himself into a pile of fat powder.

In the misty atmosphere of drinking and drinking, Tony saw a woman with a good temperament walking towards him, and introduced himself a little cautiously: "Hello, Mr. Stark, I am Susan Stone, thank you for your support to our team sponsor."

Tony was already a little drunk at the moment, and said with a drunken eye: "Oh, I remember you, you are the State University of New York..."

"Astrophysics and Cosmic Radiation Laboratory." Susan added, Tony nodded, and said with a big tongue: "That Reed Richards is not bad, he is almost better than me."

Tony pinched his fingers, made a little gesture, and then patted Susan on the shoulder: "Tell him, I'm waiting for his challenge, and then, remember to paint that detection satellite golden red, it will look better."

As he said that, Tony put his arms around Susan's shoulders and dangled his hands in the sky: "I gave your lab a big booth this time, and I'm just waiting for the opening day of the Industrial Expo to watch my satellite fly into the sky."

"It's my satellite, Mr. Stark." A calm voice came from behind Tony, and Reed looked at Tony with a smile, and snatched Susan back from his hand.

"Your design is terrible, I said, take my word for it, don't question Iron Man, boy."

Tony walked in front of Reed, and the other party's design did have merits, but it was still a little immature, and many factors were not considered.

Reed unhurriedly raised a document, which still smelled of ink, and he looked at Tony with a smile: "Mr. Stark, maybe you are right, but I didn't it's me."

Tony took the document, it was a new detection satellite, bigger, better, but more economical, some of the genius designs even inspired Tony himself.

"You even added a manned part, which is needed for the detection satellite?"

"I've always felt that the mysteries in the universe are more worth exploring than the earth, so I want to take Su to space to have a look." Reed took the document and turned another page: "This manned capsule can be separated and It has been used many times, and I calculated that the material can fully support it."

Tony found a waiter, asked him for a pen, and began to write and draw on the design drawing: "There are still some problems with the connection here. Stark Industries has a batch of new materials..."

The positions of the two moved towards the edge of the venue, and the two smartest people collided with each other. Reed's design became more and more perfect, and the new satellite built on the basis of the original satellite became more and more perfect in the hands of Tony and Reed.

Seeing this, Susan shrugged her shoulders. Reid is a guy who takes pleasure in exploring the unknown. Once he is immersed in it, he doesn't care about anything.

At this moment, a man with a big belly came over and stretched out his greasy hand to Susan: "Hello, Miss Susan Stone, I am the general manager of Evans Technology Co., Ltd. Is the booth still for sale?"

"Go, don't disturb others here, you fly."

The man was squeezed away by another person, Iron Man's bodyguard Happy wiped the sweat from his head, and said with some embarrassment: "This guy's company is not eligible to enter the exhibition, but he wants to get involved in the industrial exhibition. Miss Pepper for several days."

Happy shrugged, and then took out a business card from his pocket: "I am Mr. Stark's bodyguard, you can call me Happy, and you can contact me if you need anything."

Immediately, the somewhat puffy man seemed to have thought of something, and took out a business card and handed it to Susan: "You can hold this, if you have any incurable diseases, maybe you can use it."

"This is Mr. Stark's personal medical assistant, please don't tell anyone."

Susan picked up the business card in her hand suspiciously, and saw a gilded stick figure on the all-black card. It was a young sapling emitting golden light.

The same scene also happened at a party. Under the questioning of several wealthy women, Pepper took out a hot-stamped black business card from his bag: "These people offer a high price, it is best not to speak easily."

"No, I don't mean wealth. They don't lack wealth. What they lack is something else." Pepper's words were inscrutable, and he just hit the itch of the people around him: "This group of people is an extremely old organization. Things don't get into their eyes."

"They are a group of heroes, that's why they came to find Tony."

Pepper's words lingered in the ears of these rich ladies, and passed from their mouths to the ears of various rich people. Finally, in two or three hours, this card with the golden tree on it became the official website of New York City. A tacit secret at the center of the rich.

Not every rich man has strong physical fitness. With the passage of time, injuries will appear in their bodies. Many people look at the cards brought back by their wives or subordinates and fall into deep thought.

Among them is Norman Osborn, the president of the Osborne Group. Norman's health is about to fail. The genetic disease inherited from the Osborne family has made him miserable, but at this moment, he sees hope again.

"If they can bring the dead back to life, maybe they can save me too."

Norman thought of the miracle outside Hell's Kitchen, where more than a hundred people recovered from a dying state in the golden light, and the light of the golden tree made the whole street feel like they were in heaven.

So, that night, Norman Osborn drove alone to Bleecker Street in New York, following the instructions on the card, looking for No. 117A.

"Strange, it should be a shared apartment here?"

Norma murmured, lowered the round hat on his head, and tightened the windbreaker. In the dark, he saw an extra building at the original location of No. 117, a quaint small building. Exudes a golden light.

Norman Osborn knew that he had found the right place. This was obviously the base of those mysterious people, but he didn't know what the other party wanted.

In a flustering silence, Norman pushed open the door of No. 117A, and saw an immature golden tree phantom as tall as a person standing in the center of the hall.

Under the tree, there was a man in a robe kneeling, who stood up methodically and looked at Norman:

"Stranger, are you here to worship the Golden Tree?"

"Master," Norma followed the instructions on the card, clasped her hands together, and saluted this ascetic monk, "I'm here to seek the blessing of the Golden Tree."

"Come with me." The figure in the robe guided Norman to the depths of the temple.