Traversing the daily life from the Super Seminary

Chapter 1107 Stark's Autobiography (Part [-])
The embers of the rocket explosion have not dissipated, and the air is filled with thick yellow sand and gunpowder smoke, covering most of the sight.

Stark crawled out of the iron sheet he made and leaned on it to breathe. He seemed to have an auditory hallucination just now, and someone was talking to him.

"call!"

In the sandy soil of Chidi, a dry and hot current blew past, the yellow sand in the air was blown away, and a figure appeared from inside, and it became more and more clear.

Stark's mood was tense, he looked at the yellow sand with burning eyes, swallowed with some difficulty, and thought to himself:
"Who could it be? Didn't Orson get killed by himself?"

It's just that his idea was quickly extinguished, and it was in his sight.

That person walked with some wind, which swept away the thick smoke and dust around him, and was wearing casual clothing that did not match the harsh environment.

As he approached, Stark even felt that the scorching air had turned slightly cooler, as if it didn't feel so hot, and thought to himself:
"This person must be an angel sent by God to save me, but it's a man!"

Although in danger, Stark's attitude is quite optimistic.

"Stark!"

It was Xu Yi who came, and he looked at the man in front of him covered with scorched soot, his whole body drenched in greasy sweat and bruised under the scorching sun.

This is Tony Stark, the current munitions boss and the superhero who will save the world in the future, it's really miserable.

"Is the matter of property still counting?" Xu Yi asked casually, with an unclear smile on his face.

"property?"

Stark suddenly realized that just now he seemed to say that whoever can save him will share half of the property.

But now that you are really saved and you let him share half of the property, he needs to think rationally.

"You saved me?"

Stark asked, originally thought that Xu Yi was an angel sent by God to save him, but when it comes to money, the angel is the devil.

Don't ask him why he thinks this way, the essence of a businessman is like this, although he doesn't care about money.

"Otherwise, you would think that the bazooka would automatically turn around and instead of bombing you, it would bomb that big Afghan man." Xu Yi said, his eyes fixed on the metal sheet sitting under Stark.

This should be the prototype mecha of the first generation of the Iron Man series, Mark [-], and later Mark [-], Mark [-]...

"I thought God sent an angel to save me. After all, I am a philanthropist and a super genius. If a young talent like me dies, it will be a loss to the world." Stark talked eloquently, not without narcissism.

"Hehe, God doesn't have time to take care of you as a mortal?" Xu Yi laughed.

"How do you know there's no time? You're not God!" Stark retorted.

"Are you so energetic? Stark." Xu Yi couldn't help but said.

"Fortunately, it's a little empty. By the way, brother, what's your name." Stark said.

"God." Xu Yi said.

"...!" Stark was silent.

……

"Nick, Stark has been found, you send someone over to take over."

Regardless of Stark lying on the iron sheet to dry himself, Xu Yi called Nick Fury.

"Is it safe?" Nick Fury asked in a deep voice on the other end of the phone.

"I've already shot, it's not safe. And soon this Tony Stark will surprise the entire United States."

Xu Yi looked at the pile of trash under Stark again and smiled.

"Surprise?" Nick Fury had a black question mark on his face.

It's just that after Xu Yi sent the location, he forced the phone to shut down.

Seeing that Stark's mouth was dry and his skin was severely dehydrated, Xu Yi took out a bottle of domestic Nongfu Spring and threw it at Stark, saying:
"You, a billionaire, shouldn't drink this cheap drink, right?"

Stark was already thirsty for it, since he was a child, when did he suffer from this kind of suffering.

The mineral water thrown by Xu Yi hadn't hit the ground yet, and Stark, who looked like he was dying of being scorched by the sun, jumped up to catch the bottle, bit off the bottle cap violently, and gurgled the whole bottle of water into it at once. fall down.

Under the scorching sun and desert, how could he be considered a billionaire? For an ordinary person, billions of dollars can't compare to that drop of water before dying of thirst.

"what!"

"Thank you!"

Stark squeezed out the last drop of water in the plastic bottle, with a look of unfinished expression.

"You're welcome." Xu Yi smiled.

"Huh!" Stark let out a long breath, leaned on the iron sheet contentedly, and said:
"Did you know? Xu. This is the best drink I've ever had since I was a child. I never thought white water was so delicious."

Xu Yi listened to Stark's narration, but did not speak.I saw him continue to say:
"By the way, this water is really delicious. Where is the manufacturer? This time I will close the arms and weapons department when I go back. It seems that investing in mineral water is also good."

"Hehe, if you can really do it, I'll tell you when the time comes." Xu Yi said.

"Xu, thank you for your help and life-saving grace. In the ruins in front of you, there is an elder. Without his help, I might have died long ago."

In front of Xu Yi, Stark peeled off his drenched shirt against the scorching sun.

On his chest, a round magnet-like device was embedded.

"In the past, the media said that my company was a dead money, inhumane, and an executioner, and I sneered at this.

I retorted that they only saw me making ammunition, and would just hang on to that part and make a big deal out of it.

Why didn't they report my contribution to America?In the high-tech field, drones, AI, and various technologies.

I stand on the highest point of morality and say that I manufacture weapons to reduce casualties for the soldiers of our country.

My father said that if you want to be respected by others, you have to have a thicker stick than others.

But now, in the past few months, I have witnessed the images of these terrorists killing innocent people with my weapons. I think the media said that we, Stark Industries, are making money from dead people. "

With a self-deprecating look on his face, Stark closed the device on his chest.

"Why are you telling me these things? You expect me to comfort you, stop dreaming, if you're a woman, it's a different story." Xu Yi said angrily.

"No, Xu. I just feel that you are a good person, very kind, and I couldn't hold back." Stark laughed.

"Don't think that if you say this, the matter of property distribution is over, let's discuss the matter." Xu Yi said.

"..."

Stark's expression changed, why Xu was not moved by his realization?

Could it be that his acting skills are so clumsy? Back then, he was a guest star in a movie directed by Stan Lee, and he even won the Best Actor Award at the Golden Horse Awards.

Although the trophy was stuffed with money by Stark Industries, they made a connection and brought it here for fun.

"Da da da!"

At this time, the sand on the ground was blown away by a strong air current, and the sound of propellers rotating at a high speed came from the sky overhead. A black military helicopter flew over from the west and landed slowly.

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