Marvel turns into Iron Man

The business district near the New York Central subway station is actually quite prosperous.

Shopping streets abound, filled with New Yorkers and tourists alike.

After all, it is the evening rush hour for commuting, so it is understandable that there is a lot of traffic.

At least Miss Stark didn't say anything like "Aren't there plenty of sidewalks?"

Anyway, she was not in a hurry, so she drove slowly all the way towards the direction of the upper city.

Then he found an empty parking space at the intersection of Eighth Avenue and West 27th Street and stopped.

What appeared in front of Miss Stark was a not-so-beautiful apartment building.

Judging from the degree of weathering on the walls, it is at least seven or eight years old.

But Miss Stark didn't dislike anything, she just took out her mobile phone and looked at the other party's address before going up.

A thin layer of anti-theft door naturally couldn't stop Miss Stark.

She didn't even need to move her hands, she only needed to think about it and entered the other party's room.

"Evil... It's really disgusting, I suddenly regret coming in."

Just after appearing on the porch behind the door, there was a particularly weird smell blowing towards his face.

The room is not big, and it is just a single apartment. Standing at the door, you can see every corner of the room clearly.

The dining room is in the northwest corner of the room. There are leftovers on the dining table, oil-stained table tops, and crooked stools.

The sofa in the living room was full of changed clothes and socks, and the quilt on the bed was messed up.

Miss Stark didn't say anything, she didn't even dare to take a breath, for fear that she would be killed by biochemical weapons.

With a snap of his fingers, he threw everything in the room into the garbage dump in his factory.

When the two windows at the two corners of the room were opened, the wind from the tall buildings cleared the stale air in the room.

Miss Stark was able to breathe a sigh of relief, and then helped him rebuild a set of furniture.

Because it was made by the Reality Gem, she didn't need to pay anything, just a little bit of energy.

He reached out and took a bottle of champagne from the freezer of the three-door upright refrigerator.

Miss Stark sat on the sofa and turned on the TV.

Like an alcoholic relaxing at home, drinking and watching TV to pass the time while waiting for someone to come back.

And when she waited, the time had already come to 11:30, when the night was dark.

Not far downstairs, in a small bar called Black Cat, Joey was about to drink his last drink and go home.

Most of the people living in the upper city are rich people, and Joey himself can only be regarded as the bottom of the list.

Every Sunday, he always chooses this small bar to relax his spirit.

The bar is not big, and the environment inside is not noisy. Most of the people are drinking their wine quietly.

Most of the people who come here to relax are those who live nearby, have relatively high self-cultivation, high-quality and high-income people.

So you don't need to worry about this bar being as smoky as the others.

Go ahead and relax, it doesn't matter if you're drunk as long as you don't disturb anyone else.

The nice-looking owner will send you up to his own little hotel above the bar.

As long as you remember to pay him the accommodation fee when you wake up tomorrow, he will be very happy for your next visit.

"Sorry buddy, I have to go to work tomorrow."

With a wry smile, Joey stretched out his hand and pushed away the wine glass handed over by the boss.

Looking at the layer of foam floating on the light golden beer in the glass, Joey felt his head hurt a little.

Although he drank a few glasses of wine, it can only be regarded as a small drink in general, and alcohol can't numb his nerves.

But something actually went wrong at my job, and my boss wasn't happy with my performance.

If I mess things up next time, I'm afraid I will face the risk of being fired.

The question now is... how to solve this matter.

Feeling depressed, Joey counted out a few banknotes from his wallet and handed them to the boss.

After saying goodbye, he took his ragged brown suit jacket and walked towards home.

At the door of the bachelor's apartment, he, who was not intoxicated, naturally saw the red supercar parked by the side of the road.

"Cut... isn't it just a little money, what are you showing off..."

He curled his lips in disdain, muttering something, and stopped looking at it.

Turning around and going upstairs, at the door of his house, he fumbled in the pocket of his suit jacket for a long time before he found the bunch of keys.

But the moment he entered the door, he was awakened by a gust of wind blowing in front of him.

"Did I not close the door? No, it should be closed when I go out?"

"But now why are you opening the window to blow the wind in... Could it be that a thief has come in?"

"But anyway, there are no valuable items at home, so if you lose it, you can lose it, it doesn't matter."

At least, Joey is relatively indifferent to his own money, after all, he has no money.

But when he really reacted, he realized what he had overlooked.

He stretched out his arm and turned on the light in the room, but the scene in front of his eyes made Joey's jaw drop in fright.

My original messy apartment room disappeared.

Instead, it was a room with a luxurious interior, although the space was small.

And, the most important thing-

On the white couch with gilt armrests lay a woman.

Joey scratched his head in a daze, did he enter the wrong room?But the key is right?

And when he was trying to turn around and leave, he looked at the house number again.

The woman who was sleeping soundly on the sofa with an empty wine bottle opened her eyes and sat up slowly.

"You're finally back....... What are you running for?!"

Looking at the guy who was about to sneak out of the room quietly, Miss Stark was very angry and funny.

She naturally understood what the other party had misunderstood, so she simply snapped her fingers and fixed him in the distance.

"Mr. Joey Gutierrez, we finally met."

Listening to the feminine and lazy-sounding female voice coming from behind.

Sweat slowly seeped from Joey's forehead, but he couldn't even wipe it off.

My body was completely frozen, and I couldn't move at all.

"I know you're full of doubts right now, so why don't you sit down and talk?"

With a light wave of his hand, a gust of wind directly closed the metal anti-theft door.

And Joey's heart sank to the bottom with the sound of the metal door.

PS:

Just boasted about Haikou updated before 11:30

It was only at [-]:[-] that I noticed that I was still playing with my mobile phone

Lose your life, lose your life OvO