Marvel turns into Iron Man

"But speaking of it, no matter how you say it, you have super powers, don't you?"

Joey was taken aback by Miss Stark's words, and looked over blankly.

"I just want to say, although I don't intend to send you to the frontal battlefield, you still need a name."

"So, what's a good name for your superhero—how about a bucket of molten metal?"

There was a hint of a smile on the corner of her mouth, and she said the noun in a wicked way.

"Look, isn't the iron barrel used to melt and cast steel in the steel factory very suitable for your superpower?"

"No, no, no, no, absolutely not, absolutely not."

Joey shook his head vigorously, trying to reject the title that sounded too much from Miss Stark.

"Why do you want to refuse? Isn't it very suitable for your ability?"

But it was just a joke, so she didn't insist on the name Molten Metal Barrel.

After confirming that he had completely controlled his ability to melt metal, Miss Stark let him leave the experiment site.

The two walked out of the room together along the isolation passage, and as soon as she went out, she ran into several doctors who had already been waiting here.

"How is the situation, has he awakened his special ability?"

As the only biological genetic researcher present, Dr. Drake naturally asked his own question urgently.

Similarly, this issue is also a concern of several other professional researchers.

Everyone looked at Joey with the eyes of a mouse, as if his whole body was about to be dissected in the next moment.

But poor Joey could only shrink his neck in fright and swallowed.

"Then... for the next period of time, Joey, you should follow these researchers."

As Miss Stark said, she reached out and touched the soft part of Dr. Helen's chest.

"Help me prepare a few more crystals as soon as possible, we need some talents in the next period of time, my dear."

Miss Helen's face flushed crimson, and she muttered for a day without saying a word.

But Miss Stark's mischievous hand was also taken off by Dr. Olivia.

The other men turned their eyes away at the same time, as if they didn't see it at all.

"We will solve it as soon as possible, but for us now, this so-called alien race is the real research object."

Dr. Olivia glanced at Joey, who was changing clothes silently, and said softly.

"I have left some information about Inhumans in the database, you can refer to it."

"Also, ask someone to go in and collect the rocky substances that appeared out of nowhere in the room. I suspect that those rocky substances should have something to do with the human body."

"But the more important thing now is those prophets, I think I'd better inform the Aegis side first..."

"Miss, Master Ezekiel is looking for you again. I have already informed him to wait for you in the big office on the top floor of the company."

Before Miss Stark finished speaking, Jarvis' voice came out first.

"Okay, I see, it will be over in a while."

"By the way, Jarvis, inform the technical department to help me prepare a new mobile phone, that one is useless."

Nodding slightly, Miss Stark turned around and left the warehouse, leaving a group of researchers to clean up.

The storage company is not far from the headquarters, but she is too lazy to go to the parking lot to pick up the car now.

Anyway, someone will help her drive the car back, so she can just teleport it back to the headquarters.

In the next second, her figure appeared directly on the top floor of the headquarters building of the disaster management and control company.

Appeared in the large luxuriously decorated office that belonged only to her.

In the hall at this time, Ezekiel was waiting for Miss Stark's arrival, with a look of anxiety on his face.

It can be seen that this child seems to have something important to talk to his sister.

So, when Miss Stark stood still, the boy immediately stepped up.

"What happened, Ezekiel, calling me back in such a hurry?"

Miss Stark looked at her little brother with a smile on her face, and she also had some guesses in her heart.

Probably nothing more than about that little girl, after all, his purpose is still clear at this stage.

As Miss Stark guessed, when Ezekiel spoke, she had already made up her mind.

"Sister, where is the bastard who kidnapped Kate now? Jarvis said it's not in our hands."

It is indeed difficult to hide things on the face of a young man, and Miss Stark agrees with this.

"Venting anger won't solve anything, honey."

Reaching out to touch the boy's white hair, a warm smile appeared on her face.

"...You're right, I was a little too excited."

Looking at her smile, the boy struggled for a long time, took a small step back, and exhaled slowly.

"In fact, Kate told me something very important."

"Oh, what else, let's hear it?"

"She said that based on what the man had said, she guessed there were other people behind him."

Ezekiel's words made Miss Stark suddenly interested.

The man has been directly brought back to the S.H.I.E.L.D. site by Lang Mulow for interrogation.

But until now, there is no news from anyone, and even Lang Muluo himself has not contacted her. This matter is very interesting.

"That person is not in our hands, and has been handed over to a more professional person to take over."

As Miss Stark said, she walked over and turned on the projector on her desk.

"Jarvis, help me contact Rumlow, I want to see what he's up to."

"Okay miss, establishing a communication link for you—"

Soon, Rumlow's face appeared in the center of the virtual screen projected by the projector.

"I asked you to interrogate that guy. It's been almost a day, don't you have any results yet?"

"The children said that there is an organization behind that person. Have you asked what the result is?"

Miss Stark stared at Lumlow's big face, and said angrily.

"Um... well, we did find something, sir."

"Then I decided to take people to deal with that organization first, and then report to you."

At this moment, Rumlow is nestling in the corner of an alley in a certain block in downtown New York.

But beside him, there were only two action agents in charge of support.

His thoughts are indeed meant to please, and for Hydra, it is a way to please the boss.

But for Miss Stark herself, what she hates the most is that her subordinates don't report things.

This will disrupt her strategic deployment, and it is even possible for her own people to beat her own people without knowing it.

PS:

The chapter is named The Struggle of Hard Hands——