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Chapter 15 Voluntary Overtime
In the following days, Du Mu became Tony's bodyguard, appearing at his seaside mansion on time every day to report on the situation.

Tony was initially reluctant.

Until the day before yesterday, a few stock market investors, driven mad by the stock market crash, somehow broke through the basic security of the mansion, brandishing kitchen knives and barging into the living room, shouting that they would chop up Little Tony and make soup from him.

If Du Mu hadn't appeared like a divine soldier and subdued those lunatics in no time, Tony would have almost become Tony.

From then on, he became completely obedient and even took the initiative to ask Du Mu for protection.

I can give up my life, but Tony absolutely cannot be hurt!

"Du Mu, I've gotten the person out of the water. You can continue your undercover mission with peace of mind."

"Village chief, I've always trusted you to get things done."

"My name is Coulson."

"Okay, village chief, no problem, village chief, goodbye village chief."

Du Mu abruptly hung up on Coulson.

Yes, those few crazy stock market investors were actually S.H.I.E.L.D. agents that Du Mu had invited to make a cameo appearance.

Otherwise, how could an ordinary person so easily break into the home of a top billionaire?

To be fair, those S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were really good actors; they almost gave Tony a psychological trauma.

Du Mu even suspected that they might have done some part-time jobs, such as acting or playing minor roles, in addition to receiving salaries from S.H.I.E.L.D.

At this moment, Du Mu was lounging comfortably in the high-end sofa in the living room, which could be used as a bed, with his legs crossed. He was using a remote control to switch TV channels while enjoying a steaming hot pizza with the other.

He looked so relaxed that it was as if he were the owner of this mansion.

Tony had just finished debugging the Mark III in the underground lab and came up, smelling of engine oil and exhausted, only to see this scene.

He was furious, especially when he saw that Du Mu was eating the pizza he had ordered!

Did they hire a bodyguard or some kind of VIP?!
"Give me a piece!"

Tony unceremoniously snatched a large slice of pizza from Du Mu's hand and took a big bite.

Du Mu didn't seem to care at all, and instead asked curiously, "You've got your armor sorted out?"

He knew that Tony had been in seclusion these past few days, focusing all his attention on tinkering with the Mark III in the underground laboratory.

"Of course!"

Tony flashed his signature confident smile, but then, recalling the harrowing moment from the day before, he added with a hint of defiance, "If those lunatics hadn't suddenly barged in that day, giving me no time to put on my armor, you wouldn't have had a chance to make a move."

Du Mu chuckled: "Do you think you're invincible when you're wearing your armor? Who's so kind as to wait for you to slowly transform before making a move?"

"I'll solve this problem very soon!"

Tony was taken aback. Although he felt that Du Mu's words made sense, his pride as a genius kept him stubborn to the end.

He quickly finished his pizza, wiped his hands, and his expression suddenly turned serious: "By the way, there's something I need your help with."

"What's the matter?"

"Do you remember that batch of Stark Industries weapons I asked you to blow up back in the Middle East?" Tony asked in a deep voice.

Du Mu nodded: "I remember, you ran so fast back then, your pants almost fell down, it was hilarious."

Tony: "."

He suppressed the urge to slam the pizza box on Du Mu's head and said to himself, "I suspect that someone within Stark Industries is colluding with terrorists and secretly conducting arms deals."

“I need you to go to Stark Industries headquarters for me, sneak into my office, and use this hacking tool on my personal computer to copy down all the recent weapon loadouts.” With that, Tony handed a small silver USB drive to Du Mu.

NPC Tony Stark has given you a new quest.

Mission: The Mole Within Stark Industries

[Objective: Infiltrate Stark Industries headquarters, hack into Tony Stark's personal computer, copy all recent weapon loadouts, and deliver them to Tony Stark.]

[Rewards: 500 experience points, Tony Stark's favorability +10, random item *1]

"Why don't you go yourself? Isn't that your territory?" Du Mu asked, puzzled.

Tony sighed helplessly: "Because I unilaterally announced the closure of the weapons department, which seriously damaged the interests of the board of directors, they have joined forces to issue me a ban, temporarily prohibiting me from entering the company headquarters to participate in any affairs. Now I can't even get through the door."

"Then why don't you talk to your female assistant?"

“No, this mission is too dangerous. I’m afraid Potts will be targeted by the mastermind and retaliated against. I can’t let her take this risk.”

Du Mu: "."

So you're making me take this risk, right?
New York, Stark Industries headquarters building.

As Du Mu entered the lobby on the first floor, he saw many employees in business attire passing by. Guards were stationed all over the building, and the security measures were visibly tight.

Tony's office is located on the top floor of the building and can only be reached via a specially authorized elevator.

Although Tony gave him an access card, how to get directly to the top floor via elevator in full view of everyone was still a problem.

"There are too many people, it's hard to make a move."

Looking at the bustling scene before him, Du Mu temporarily suppressed a simplistic and impulsive thought.

"There's no other way, we have to use that."

Having made up his mind, Du Mu turned around and went into the men's restroom on the first floor. He found a stall, locked the door, and then took out a flesh-colored hood from his game inventory.

[Item: Disguise Mask (can create any face; once created, it will be permanently fixed and cannot be recreated)]

Du Mu put the disguise mask on his head. The mask felt cool to the touch and quickly conformed to the contours of his face after touching his skin.

Soon, the surface of the mask rippled like water, gradually revealing a person's facial features.

This man was none other than Stanislav, whom Du Mu had met a few days ago!
Immediately afterwards, Du Mu took out the bow-tie voice changer he had acquired some time ago and put it on his collar.

"Perfect!"

Du Mu tidied his appearance, then, with Stanislavski's face on his back, pushed open the door and walked out of the restroom.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Stanislav!"

Upon seeing Du Mu, passing employees stopped and greeted him respectfully.

I have to say, it feels really great.

Du Mu immediately adopted the demeanor of a boss, cleared his throat, and used a voice changer to imitate Stanislavski's voice, saying, "Hello, everyone, thank you for your hard work!"

The employees were taken aback.

Why does Stanislavski seem different today than usual?
They quickly replied, "It's not hard work at all."

Du Mu nodded: "Well, since it's not hard work, everyone can volunteer to stay and work overtime today. I believe in your loyalty and enthusiasm for the company!"

Employees: "???"

(End of this chapter)