Marvel turns into Iron Man

In a blink of an eye, S.H.I.E.L.D. rationed agents with big SUVs, and the Chevrolet Saaban was already heading to Brooklyn via Queens.

In the end, the car they were riding in was stuck on the Brooklyn Bridge leading from Brooklyn to Midtown Manhattan.

Looking at the Brooklyn Bridge, which has also been destroyed countless times in various film and television works, Miss Stark instinctively felt a sense of disgust.

I usually walked past this New York landmark building when I lived temporarily in New York. Why did I suddenly feel disgusted at this time?

The answer was soon revealed—something went wrong, and the situation seemed a bit weird, but it wasn't particularly weird.

There was a teeth-stinging sound of steel bars snapping in front of the traffic. Many car owners got out of the car to check the situation, and so did Maria Hill.

Miss Stark got out of the car with Agent Hill, walked through the traffic, and finally reached the Manhattan end of the Brooklyn Bridge.

Sure enough, the commotion ahead was because a monster covered in khaki lumps was confronting New York City police.

That thing has been completely mutated. Although it still maintains a human shape, its skin is scorched and its muscles are piled up like stones.

Its fingers were at least as good as Miss Stark's wrist, though it had only four thick, large fingers on each hand.

Except for the head on its head, body and limbs, basically there is not much human appearance.

That thing really looks like the spirit of the stone element summoned by the mage in the fantasy story.

But Miss Stark knew who it was, or what it was—Ben Grimm.

Even though the stone man had no intention of harming others, the New York police were terrified.

"Hands up -- arms down! Snap do it!"

The few New York policemen who had never seen the world tremblingly raised their guns and shouted at Ben Grimm.

But the problem is, where does he have any weapons? His only weapon is the muscles covered in stone.

"what's going on--"

Maria Hill came around from the other side of the car, and she hadn't seen what was happening in the distance.

"Don't mention it, it's ridiculous to talk about it."

Looking at the scene in the distance, Miss Stark shrugged helplessly, shook her head and said.

"You may not believe it when you say it, but a guy who accidentally acquired an ability caused a huge traffic accident in order to save a passerby."

First of all, saving people is definitely a good thing, there is no doubt that good people are good things, and there is absolutely no need to question this.

But the question is, when you cause a huge traffic chaos to save people, is it still doing a good thing?

Who will be responsible for the property loss caused by the chaos, and who will be responsible for the casualties caused by the accident.

Just a general look at the past, at least sixty or seventy vehicles have caused varying degrees of damage in this chaos.

And the Peterbilt heavy truck that was basketed by Ben Grimm, and the poor autobot leader Optimus Prime.

Even because of his indescribable strength, he was completely scrapped——

So, who is responsible for the losses caused by these, and should the car owners bear it by themselves?

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Two hours later, Miss Stark had arrived at the private hotel belonging to the Osborn family in the Upper East Side of Manhattan.

"Good taste, at least I think it's pretty good—"

She sat on the soft and luxurious bed in the hotel room, but carefully looked at the furnishings of the hotel room.

Unlike most hotels, this private hotel belonging to the Osborne family is full of resplendent and resplendent like nouveau riche.

Although it looks like a nouveau riche, I can't find any specific faults. It must have been professionally designed.

This private hotel sandwiched in the skyscrapers in the city center has only four floors, and it just looks pitiful.

This is a private hotel belonging to the Osborne family. It is usually not open to the public and is only used to receive guests during special occasions.

The poor four-story building meant that the rooms provided by the hotel were not that big, but this hotel was not something anyone could live in.

Each room is furnished with hardwood floors, silk tapestries, handcrafted Moroccan lamps and minibars stocked with local produce.

Count in the bathrooms' luxurious marble floors, deep soaking tubs, and showers with copper rainfall heads.

Although the rooms here are small, there is a sense of small sophistication, all exuding an air of luxury.

Miss Stark didn't plan to go back to the Stark Industrial Building today, so she came here early.

To be honest, she really likes this kind of retro-style private hotel - there are small rooms like apartments, a roof garden with flower stands, and there is even a small bar in the lobby that provides hand-ground coffee.

As long as you need it, there will be professional masseuses, manicurists, and makeup artists coming to your room to provide services for you at any time.

This is a good place, and Miss Stark's high evaluation has also been thanked by the landlord, Mr. Norman Osborn.

The gift of thanks is a platinum membership card of the hotel, she can come here at any time to enjoy all the services of the hotel.

On the other hand—what happened in the afternoon still proceeded according to the memory fragments in Miss Stark's mind.

In a traffic accident on the Brooklyn Bridge, the fire engines arrived, but they almost slipped into the sea under the bridge because of Ben Grimm.

In the end, it was the four members of the newly emerged superhero team called the Fantastic Four who joined forces to prevent the accident from happening.

Immediately afterwards, a group of enthusiastic New Yorkers who are not afraid of death began to cheer and applaud, as if the fire engine should have fallen into the river.

In any case, the four became the superheroes of New Yorkers - but it was difficult for Miss Stark to understand the way these people thought.

None of this would have happened if Ben Grim the Thing hadn't been in a tantrum, would it?

Such a major traffic accident caused the Brooklyn Bridge to be paralyzed for an entire afternoon. Should it be regarded as a natural and man-made disaster?

In the end, should the insurance company pay for this matter, or should the New York City government pay for it?

Many media from New York City had already arrived at the scene, and the reporters and cameras walked across the bridge to the scene of the incident.

Perhaps in order to avoid punishment, the fire chief actually held a news conference on the spot.

Originally, New Yorkers who claimed to be very busy every day seemed to be suddenly not busy.

In this way, a group of people held a press conference for the news media in the middle of the bridge like a child's play.

"A new era has come—and now is the era of our Fantastic Four!"

To wrap up the presentation, Human Torch Johnny Stone opened his arms and yelled.

Miss Stark expressed indifference to this, but felt that the man really looked like Steve Rogers.

"Wealth depends on technology and poverty mutates, where did this sentence come from—"

As a representative of the bourgeoisie, Miss Stark has a deep and disgusting sense of identity with this sentence.

But the problem is that she hasn't inherited the family business yet, so she can't spend too much money.

"No, the Extremis virus must be sold at a good price."

After making up her mind, Miss Stark went to the Osborn family's hotel immediately after the traffic resumed.

The reason why she chose to accept the invitation to participate in Norman Osborn's reception was because of a scam.

In order for her next plan to go smoothly, she needs to find a way to get a sum of money.

As the saying goes, a penny beats a hero, if you don't have money, then everything is out of the question.

Although the group would call her millions of pocket money every month, that was nothing.

The technology industry really burns money. Although the return to success is greater, the time and money invested is really astronomical.

Especially since she's already spent the $30 billion she's earned from S.H.I.E.L.D. - yes, spent it all.

Last week, Ulysses Crow's men and her team of bodyguards were in Switzerland for vibranium deals.

Maybe Ulysses is a villain at heart, but there is a partnership between him and Miss Stark.

So, at least nothing black and white happened, and Happy Hogan, who led the team, brought Zhenjin back.

At the same time, fifty grams of special Edman alloy were brought back, which was placed next to the test tube containing vibrating gold.

This is a special metal that can only be produced by combining a special alloy and vibrating gold.

Miss Stark just glanced at it, and knew that it was Ulysses Crow showing her favor.

If it wasn't for that guy who wanted to get access to Stark Industries, how could he show his favor to himself.

But she felt a little regretful when she said it, and she didn't think of it until she noticed the stone man.

The emergence of the Fantastic Four also caused a shock to the stock price of Dum Technology Group, where Mister Fantastic Reed Richards played.

They mutated because the space station was subjected to special radiation, and the space station also crashed because of the special radiation.

Externally, the crash of the space station represented the failure of the Dum Group's project, and the group's stock price naturally ushered in a big dive.

If Miss Stark noticed this group of people earlier, she might be able to use some funds to short Dum Group.

It's a pity that in the end, this group of people didn't do anything, but it caused her to forget about it indirectly.

Speaking of which - the scattered shares of Stark Industries Group have already been recovered by Miss Stark.

However, even if they all add up, it is only about one percent at most.

Stark Industries Group is still on the rise, and not everyone is willing to sell their shares.

Even with the addition of the 50.00% shares that were not formally inherited from her, she could barely make up the status of a major shareholder.

It is true that his father Howard is indeed very profitable, but in fact it is the ancestral property that made the Stark family fortune.

Stark Industries started out as an arms company, and the experience of World War II and the Cold War era also allowed Howard to make a fortune in war.

The long-term good relationship with the U.S. military has ensured the stable industrial capital chain of Stark Industries Group.

And the development of more than half a century has allowed Stark Industries Group's business to reach all over the world.

Taking a step back, Stark Industries Group's market value of [-] billion US dollars is enough to make her stand proudly on top of the world.

Of course, those things have to wait until her property inheritance rights come into effect, right?

She's just a scientist in desperate need of big money at the moment—

There was another brainstorm in her mind, and Miss Stark simply stood up and left the hotel room.

She didn't want to wait any longer. Although the genetic disease of the Osborne family made Norman unbearable, she couldn't wait any longer.

But on her way to the office on the top floor of the hotel, she met a guy who was unexpected but reasonable.

"Miss Stark, nice to meet you - good afternoon, how are you resting?"

What she saw was the young master of the Osborne family, Harold Osborne, a very nice child.

Although she comes from a wealthy family, she is surprisingly sophisticated and approachable in dealing with others.

However, in the memory fragments, what happened to the child afterwards, even Miss Stark felt a little pitiful.

His girlfriend was stolen away by his best friend, and he stayed there for a while wearing a green hat, but what he waited for was the onset of a genetic disease.

He wanted to get some blood from the other party for research but was rejected, and eventually embarked on the same anti-social path as his father.

All of this, in Harry's view, was brought by his so-called "best friend", that is, Peter Parker.

Therefore, Stark decided to selectively compensate the father and son, after all... the little spider was brought by himself.

Of course, although it is said to be compensation, it is still a paid compensation, and you have to pay for it——

"Good afternoon, Harry, nice to meet you, is your father in the room?"

Hearing Harry Osborn's greeting, Miss Stark nodded with a smile and said.

Her Extremis Virus is much better than the body-strengthening drugs that Osborne Industry has concocted.

And most importantly, Extremis can not only cure diseases, but also make them less ugly.

A few minutes later, led by Harry Osborn, Miss Stark came to Norman Osborn's office.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Osborne, I am very glad that you are willing to invite me to the reception."

"Good afternoon, Miss Stark, nice to meet you—"

When meeting, it is inevitable to have a burst of business nonsense, or other nonsense.

It is nothing more than the demeanor and tradition that the so-called upper class people should have.

But soon, Miss Stark chose to cut to the chase because she didn't want to wait any longer.