[Zhongyingmei] Love wife crazy demon

The air was quiet for a few seconds.Moriarty stared at Tony, and said slowly, "So... I have to do a loss-making business first?"

With a "poof", Tony's serious expression couldn't hold back anymore, and he burst out laughing.His laughter was full of complacency, and he said happily, "Did you get tricked by me just now? At least four seconds? Two seconds? I saw your face change, Jim! You must have been tricked by me... "

Moriarty sneered, stretched out two fingers, raised his chin, narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked slowly: "Mr. Stark, do you think the issue of shrapnel will affect the exchange of bodily fluids between the same sex? ?"

Tony's laughter stopped abruptly.

Moriarty smiled and pinched his cheeks, and said in a friendly manner: "Make a list for me, and don't let me suffer losses in the end. Otherwise, I will dig out your eyes for decoration."

"They deserve to stay in a better place." Tony muttered, turning the screen of the notebook angrily, "Before listing that table, I think it is necessary to explain to you the specific purpose of these materials... "

-

Tony lays out his rough plan to Moriarty.The shrapnel had obviously been altered and mutated by that unknown energy, and he felt it was best not to act rashly until he grasped their nature.Then the modification of the Ark reactor is imminent, and there is only one week at most. He has to use the existing technological means in this world to manufacture the tools he needs, and he must first create a substitute to make the heart beat for two more days temporarily. Only then can we have time to renovate this old arc generator... This is also helpless. The main material of the Ark reactor is vibrating gold, and this metal does not exist in this world; and the inner core of the reactor is also made of a An element that does not exist, Tony has to find ways to create this element...

The materials and tools needed for the substitute are not very complicated, but the palladium core material is toxic, and it will cause some trouble after entering the blood... It seems that the whole plan is very risky, and it is completely dancing with death on the tip of the knife , but Tony looked confident, as if he didn't care about his current situation at all.After confirming that his attitude was not a disguise, Moriarty finally breathed a sigh of relief, handed the form to Moran, and began to arrange other things himself.

As a result, that night, half asleep and half awake, Moriarty heard a painful groan.

"...Tony?" Moriarty frowned, turned on the light, turned over and sat up.He saw Tony curled up under the quilt, with one hand resting on his cheek and the other clutching the corner of the quilt tightly, his face was pale, and his forehead was full of sweat.He didn't know what he dreamed of, but his face was full of pain.Moriarty touched his shoulder tentatively, and Tony jumped instinctively, but he couldn't wake up from the nightmare and was still sleeping there.

"Tony? Stark?" Moriarty called him twice and patted his cheek, "Wake up, baby..."

"...Dad!" Tony suddenly grabbed his hand and muttered.He hugged him so tightly that Moriarty twitched his hand, but couldn't pull it out.After another half a minute of trying to wake Tony up, Moriarty had no choice but to switch sides, carefully walked around Tony, put his head on his arm, and fell asleep holding him back.

The weather in March is still chilly at night, and it feels good to have a constant temperature hot water bottle.Moriarty's drowsiness returned quickly, but Tony still slept restlessly, needing to move from time to time.After a few times, Moriarty impatiently slipped his other arm under Tony's armpit and pressed his palm against Tony's reactor.This trick seemed to work, Tony quickly calmed down, and Moriarty fell into a deep sleep.

... As a result of this sleeping position, when Moriarty woke up the next morning, his entire arm was numb.It took about two seconds to restart his brain, and Moriarty stared at Tony's pleasing face for a while, and couldn't help but press a light kiss on his sun-covered eyelids.

Perhaps affected by the nightmare, Tony was still asleep until Moriarty went out that day.Before leaving, Moriarty thought about it and put the wallet under Tony's pillow.After going out, he called Moran and told him a few things concisely.

Moran, who was crazy until five o'clock in the morning and fell asleep, was suddenly called up by the phone: "..." I really want to say no to him!

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Tony slept until ten o'clock, only to be awakened from his sound sleep by his hungry stomach.He opened his eyes and was in a daze for two seconds. The thin memories in his brain played in rotation like a revolving lantern, and then he recalled the monotonous and terrifying dream last night - he stood in a desert, digging desperately. There is a well, a thin layer of red liquid seeps out of the rock, and there are many shadows of people inside... He feels that those shadows are very familiar, but he can't remember their identities at all, only regret and self-blame In his chest... He tried to put his hand into the well, but the world suddenly turned upside down, endless darkness swallowed him, and there was only a brilliant fire in his vision, and he fell into the darkness...

He must have reacted at that time, the feeling as if all the stress and negativity in the world had gathered on him was too...heavy, almost suffocating...but there seemed to be a steady breathing rate ringing in his ears side, a hand rescued him from the darkness...

Tony couldn't help but pressed his chest, and the warm feeling seemed to remain.He took a deep breath and rolled over from the bed, only to see the screen of his phone flickering.Moriarty sent him a text message, telling him to look under his pillow when he woke up, and he left Tony a bank card with no password and no limit.In addition, he has bought the entire street, and all the residents will move out one after another in the next two days. Tony can build the workplace he needs here as much as he likes. After everything is over, Moriarty will directly arrange the blasting to eliminate everything. trace.

Tony let out a cheer, contentedly compiling a text reply.

Moriarty was so engrossed in his role as programmer that he didn't flip through his phone until lunchtime.Sandwiched among a large number of report text messages is a reply from Tony: [You will find that investing in Tony Stark is the most correct decision you have ever made in your life. ]

Moriarty raised his eyebrows, and his mood suddenly improved. After flipping through the rest of the text messages, he made a call.

"...Hello...Boss?"

"You don't sound too good, Sebas."

Moran's resentful voice sounded from the other end of the phone: "Boss, I just ended a big fight at five o'clock last night, and I was called up by you before eight o'clock, and I haven't resolved the problems caused by your demands until now. Talking about it, and being distracted by the Black Lotus gang - I've poured five cups of espresso in a row, do you think I'll sound good!?"

Moriarty said in a surprised tone, "Wow, you actually think I care about you!"

Moran: "...Boss!"

"Get down to business, Sebastian, which one do you think I should choose between pork chops and pasta for lunch today?"

"My dead body!!" Moran yelled, "I've had enough of the real estate agent! I've had enough of the Black Lotus Gang!! That woman, the good gang leader, sent her killer to kill that fool who embezzled antiques! Idiot! She doesn't even know to go to interrogation! The only lead has been broken, so where do we go to find the 900 million!"

"Let her continue, don't stop." Moriarty sneered, "You must have drunk bad coffee and damaged the cerebral cortex. Why didn't I find you so stupid before? Is the clue broken and what do we have to do?" Relationship? Our purpose is Sherlock Holmes, the important thing is to get his attention to the case, and let him worry about finding the hairpin. Whether they lost 900 million pounds, what does it matter to us?—— Let her come to London, give her the opportunity to show her follies to the fullest, complicate matters a little, and I'll interest Holmes in that."

"...He has already taken over this case, Boss." Moran swallowed his anger, "The dead handler, Fan Kong, works in a bank, and his boss happens to be a classmate of Holmes, and he hired him to investigate the bank's security breaches... ...just 5 minutes ago."

Moriarty whistled: "Great...Looks like I should have a more expensive steak to celebrate."

"One more piece of news, Boss," Moran's voice suddenly became gloating, "Your cohabiting lover just swiped 400 million credit cards, and Thomas, who is in charge of supervising your account, called and asked if I would continue to pass Withholding application... oh, another 200 million. How's your £600 million that flew in, Boss?"

"Let him scan. Tell everyone that I'm the one shopping, and within twenty hours, I want to see all the goods in place." Moriarty said.

——He is worth a world.