Marvel turns into Iron Man

Ms. Stark stopped in South Korea for about a month and a half, and the development of the Extremis virus was gradually coming to an end.

On the other hand, with the selfless dedication of the South Korean government, various high-tech biotechnology experimental equipment, as well as free experimenters.

In her spare time, Ms. Stark also successfully advanced the research process of the nanotechnology of the steel suit by a small amount.

Because it was the project brought by Ms. Stark, the owner of the project is naturally her, not the South Korean government as the landlord.

It's true—from Ms. Stark's point of view, it is impossible to hand over the technology related to Extremis to the South Korean government.

However, in return, she allowed Helen to take a small part of the results and join the newly established Regenerative Cradle Project.

The Regeneration Cradle project belongs to Helen, and she has conceived it for many years, and Miss Stark can be regarded as using technology to pay for shares.

Bringing together the technical support of ECM cell technology and Extremis virus technology, the Regeneration Cradle project was launched immediately.

And just investing in a small part of technology shares is enough to bring Miss Stark an annual income of hundreds of millions of dollars.

Of course—it's just the future, and for her in the future, hundreds of millions of dollars are nothing.

However, for now, for the group that has not yet inherited, and for the situation where the board of directors is firmly in control of the power.

These new funds of hundreds of millions of dollars every year are very important to Miss Stark, who is a little short of funds.

Only the dividends of these technology shares are enough for her to come up with more things to start her own research projects.

Miss Stark, on the other hand, will always be disgusted by a group of guys who control her company.

After staying in South Korea for about two months, Miss Stark bid farewell to her best friend Helen and returned to New York.

Helen has agreed to move back to New York, but now she has more important things to do.

That is to put the Cradle of Regeneration program into full effect - to ensure that Miss Stark's wallet is accounted for every year.

During this time, Miss Stark chose to stay in New York, just as a small vacation for herself.

After all, the Extremis virus project, which lasted for two months, has ended, and these two months have indeed been a bit hard.

In the evening, Miss Stark enjoyed her own dinner in the penthouse on the top floor of the Stark Industrial Building.

In the eyes of outsiders, the Stark family, a nouveau riche family that made their fortunes in the arms industry, has already crossed the boundaries of the top wealthy families.

However, Miss Stark did not develop the habit of wanton squandering because of this - the most important thing is that she did not have the capital to spend wantonly.

The technology industry, especially the military high-tech industry, is definitely the most expensive investment industry in the world, and there is nothing higher than it.

For example, the aerospace and military industry of the United States burns at least hundreds of millions of astronomical figures every year, which is definitely not something ordinary people can play.

She has not officially inherited the Stark Industries Group, which means that all her current expenses are subject to the group's board of directors.

On the other hand, she receives a monthly living allowance of $100 million from the group board.

Of course, a million dollars seems like a lot, but in fact...... She dare not invest even a little more.

Rather than squandering the living expenses, she is more inclined to save up and engage in some more private technology research and development.

For example, in the past two months, Miss Stark started the Extremis Virus project with her best friend in South Korea.

In just two months, the Extremis virus project burned the [-] million she had worked so hard to save.

Two hundred million US dollars is not a small number, and in [-], it is not a number that anyone can come up with.

This is the [-] million US dollars that Ms. Stark has saved by relying on the group's dividends and her investment returns from other channels.

However, because of the Extremis virus project, the small treasury of [-] million U.S. dollars that he had accumulated through hard work was completely exhausted.

From this, it is conceivable how much money is spent on scientific and technological research and development-and it is doomed to fail to pay back.

It’s a bit far-fetched—— Having said so much, the most important thing is to reflect one thing.

That is, she is definitely not a rich man who can spend wantonly.

Although the Stark Industrial Building is also equipped with a professional kitchen and a dedicated team of chefs.

Her dinner was still the hamburger and Coke that she asked her bodyguard, Happy Hogan, to go to the restaurant downstairs to buy.

For Miss Stark, junk food like fried chicken, burgers and Coke is her favorite daily diet.

As for the professional chef team, they are only allowed to show their skills when meeting with customers.

With a lot of calories and salt provided by these junk foods, she can make up for the mental and physical consumption of the day.

It was around seven o'clock in the evening, and she was lying on the sofa in the hall, watching a movie with audio-visual equipment while having dinner.

But her personal bodyguard, Happy Hogan, seemed a little restless at this time, which attracted her attention.

"Happy, this is the fourth time you look at your watch, and it's not your off-duty time yet, what are you in a hurry for?"

Immediately afterwards, Miss Stark saw a very rich expression change on Happy's face.

He seemed to be a little embarrassed to speak, and a large-scale psychological war was going on deep in his heart.

After several struggles, Happy sighed slowly, as if he had been appointed, and finally opened his mouth slowly.

"Actually, miss, there's a contest held by the New York Fighting League tonight..."

"So, you want to leave me at home and run out to play alone?"

"Uh, no, boss, I just—"

Originally, Happy had already planned to be scolded by his boss, after all, he was indeed a bit too much.

As a top bodyguard in the industry with full professionalism, he knows what he should do.

The problem is, this is the final of the season of the New York Fighting League, so it would be a pity to miss it.

"I'm telling you, don't even think about it, go drive, and I'll come as soon as I change my clothes."

But when he heard Miss Stark's next words, the expression on his face changed from cloudy to sunny in an instant.

After two months of high-intensity research work, Miss Stark also urgently needed to relax.

A few minutes later, the two left the parking lot on the ground floor of the Stark Industrial Building in a silver-gray Audi sedan.

However, he was blocked on the way to the final scene of the Fighting League - caught in the middle of traffic and unable to move.

As an international metropolis, traffic jams are of course inevitable in New York, but this time it seems a little different.

Through the car window, Miss Stark could clearly see that the surrounding people were running out in panic.

Some ladies even lost their high heels, but still refused to go back to pick them up.

"Jarvis—did something happen up front? Help me investigate the situation."

Miss Stark, who was sitting in the back row, frowned slightly, but she asked out of habit, asking on her mobile phone.

In the front row of the car, Harpy in the driver's seat lowered the window and stretched his neck to look out, but he couldn't see anything.

"The street surveillance management probe of the Road Management Bureau has been hacked, and the surveillance video is being retrieved for you."

Jarvis's somewhat icy electronically synthesized voice came from the phone, and after a few minutes, Jarvis gave a reply.

"There has been a robbery, ma'am, and the New York police have been called and are on their way."

Only then did Miss Stark see that there was an old man with gray hair standing next to a dilapidated car in the distance.

She suddenly realized that the scene that happened in front of her eyes seemed to have appeared in those memory fragments deep in her mind.

"I feel we have an obligation to come forward and resolve this matter."

Ben Parker—the name popped into her head out of the blue, and it made her think of more things.

She felt she had to make an appearance, or a future superhero would lose his family forever.

"Miss, miss, you can't leave the car, it's too dangerous!"

Before Happy Hogan had time to release the door lock, Miss Stark had already opened the door and walked out.

At this moment, Happy Hogan felt like he had swallowed a cockroach in his heart, feeling like he had a psychological breakdown.

As a bodyguard, he couldn't put his employer in deep danger, so he immediately followed him out of the car.

Just tens of meters away, at the door of a convenience store, an old man was facing a black hole.

"Son, I know you need help, but please think about the consequences of doing this—"

"In your home, your children, your wife, your parents are all waiting for you to go back."

Facing the gun, the white-haired old man was not afraid, and while persuading the other party, he took out his wallet.

As he said that, the old man took out all the banknotes from his wallet, stretched out his hand and handed them to the other party.

However, judging from the large and small banknotes mixed inside, it seems that the life of the old man has some endings.

The middle-aged man took the banknote from the old man in a daze, but his hand holding the pistol trembled a little.

In his hand, he still held the prize money he had snatched from the New York Fighting League Finals.

But because of the words of the old man in front of him, he was a little ashamed, and he couldn't help struggling deep in his heart.

His wife, his daughter... just like the old man said, they are waiting for him to go back.

If it wasn't because his daughter was still lying on the hospital bed, why would he come out to rob.

My daughter's cancer has reached an advanced stage, and she will be immersed in pain every time she undergoes chemotherapy.

But he didn't want to watch his daughter die, and he was also praying for God's help.

But his family can no longer afford the cost of chemotherapy for his daughter, and he has no money.

For the sake of his daughter, he has sold his house and car... He stole money from the New York Fighting League and is on the way to escape.

If I ended this absurd robbery, maybe I wouldn't be caught in jail because of the money.

But the daughter is always... Just when the middle-aged man was struggling in his heart, the gun in his hand rang out.

The trembling hand inadvertently pulled the trigger, and the middle-aged man's face immediately became frightened.

His own robbery was nothing more than a helpless move. He didn't think about hurting anyone.

Especially for the old man in front of him who was still trying to save his life even though he was facing a gun.

He didn't want to see the tragedy happen, but no matter how fast he was, how could he be faster than the bullet?

The bullets flew out of the gun and roared toward the chest of the white-haired old man in front of him.

But in the next second, he was stopped by a tall figure who suddenly appeared between the two of them.

The bullet hit the man's clothes with a crisp sound, and then bounced off and landed on the ground.

Another dazzling white light instantly filled the sights of several people, almost blinding several pairs of eyes.

And the middle-aged man with the gun in his hand was thrown out instantly, hit the flower bed, and finally fell to the floor.

"The bulletproof effect of the material is good, but the pulse effect of the improvised flight stabilizer is still compromised."

"Boss, are you crazy, this is too risky, you will die—"

The middle-aged man who fell to the ground and the white-haired old man looked at the woman who appeared suddenly with surprised eyes.

And following the woman, a muscular bodyguard in a black suit panting heavily, with cold sweat running down his cheeks.

The woman was dressed in a long-sleeved color-block sweater and a high ponytail, looking very neat.

On her hand was a fingerless steel glove exuding a strong technological atmosphere and full of metal texture.

But in the center of the red and silver steel glove, there is a bright white hole.

"So you are William Baker—"

The woman who appeared suddenly didn't pay attention to her bodyguard, but looked at the middle-aged man on the floor and asked.

Hearing his name, the middle-aged man lying on the ground immediately raised his pistol and pointed it at the woman who appeared suddenly.

But there was still the shadow of a pistol in his hand, and he had already flown a long distance when he was just beaten into the air.

"What are you talking about, I don't know what you're talking about, and I don't know any William Baker!"

Although his name was called out, William Baker knew very well that he could not reveal his name.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter what your name is, because I've seen through you—"

"Hello, I'm just a billionaire who just passed by by chance."

A smile appeared on Miss Stark's face, she turned her head to look at the old man beside her, and nodded with a light smile.

"I saw everything that happened, and saw your hesitation and struggle."

"You are not a murderous thug, I can see that there is still kindness deep in your heart."

"You shouldn't be down this criminal path, so it's not too late to choose."

Thanks to the memory fragments deep in her mind, she knew very well the identity of William Baker in front of her, and he was the future Sandman.

Sand Man has never been a pure criminal, his remaining conscience and kindness make him hesitate between black and white.

He took the risk because his daughter was facing the threat of cancer, and he was powerless to stop it.

In those memory fragments, Miss Stark has seen his possibilities, joining S.H.I.E.L.D. and even the Avengers.

She believes that as long as he can be given good persuasion, William Baker can become a kind and just superhero.

Even if the other party is unwilling to join, at least she can make this world have one more good person and one less bad person.

"But....I really need the money, my daughter..."

Hearing Miss Stark's words, the faith in the middle-aged man's heart was shaken.

"If you need it, just say your request out loud. I believe there are still many people in this society who are willing to help you."

"Like this venerable old gentleman, I think there are more good people in this world."

Following Miss Stark's gaze, William Baker looked at the old man standing beside Miss Stark.

Just now, even though he pointed a gun at the other party, the old man was still trying to persuade himself to be kind.

"Of course, I'm also willing to help you. I can provide you with a formal and decent job."

"You will get more of what you need in life, and your wife and children will no longer be intimidated by your reckless behavior."

As a billionaire daughter who is interested in it, she seemed a little confident when she said this.