All Gods: I Became a God by Loading Templates

"Uh... yes, yes, but they're no longer with S.H.I.E.L.D."

Howard chuckled awkwardly. Before he was forced to join Hydra, he had indeed prepared a valuable asset to leave to his future son.

However, since S.H.I.E.L.D. was essentially Hydra, he placed the legacy elsewhere and secretly left clues. If Tony is careful, he will definitely be able to find the location of the buried treasure.

Lin Bei knew exactly what Howard was thinking, but he didn't say much and asked directly, "Is there any information about Hydra in those documents? Does it mention me?"

“No! Absolutely not!” Howard shook his head decisively: “I didn’t say anything because I was afraid he would do something rash to avenge his father, so I didn’t mention a single word about Hydra.”

"That's good. Tell me where the thing is, and I'll have someone send it to Tony."

"Boss, your kindness is as warm as sunshine. Tony is so lucky to have an uncle like you."

"Boss, your achievements..."

The five thousand words of praise, though not as profound as Chinese, consisted of just a few dozen words repeated over and over again.

However, Lin Bei listened calmly throughout.

Howard continued speaking until his throat was dry and he couldn't think of any new phrases.

But Lin Bei didn't say anything at all.

He had no choice but to reveal the secret location where the inheritance was hidden, swallowing hard as he said, "Boss, look how much I've already said, so about the vacation..."

"..."

"Let's just forget about it, okay?"

Howard stared at the black screen, finished speaking with difficulty, and then turned around with a look of utter despair, beginning to work on his new research.

He has recently been learning sorcery, preparing to attach a cursed spirit to his Iron Man suit.

Whether it will be successful is currently unclear.

Because magic and superpowers don't really favor him, he still can't generate magic power within his body.

Therefore, we can only try something new and see if it works.

Chapter 236

New York is a hotspot for accidents and a major NPC spawn point!

Less than two hours after Lin Bei gave him a sound beating in Monaco.

Tony's phone was bombarded with calls.

Congressmen, the military, partners, competitors—almost everyone wanted to know what had happened.

Especially the military and those members of parliament.

Tony, thoroughly annoyed, simply shut down the phone, choosing to avoid seeing it altogether.

At the doorstep, the silver-tongued little pepper Pozi saw off.

They were just about to open the door.

A FedEx truck pulled up.

Mr. Li, a random passerby who is also a court juror, hot dog vendor, talkative security guard, mail carrier, librarian, and now a FedEx deliveryman.

"Hey, Tony Shit, can I stay here?"

“It’s Tony Stark!” Tony corrected.

"I didn't call Tony 'Big Poop' wrong!"

"Alright, alright. So what do you want?" Tony looked at the old man with displeasure.

"Oh~ here's a package the size of Tony's shit."

"Enough, stop saying that name!"

"It's a delivery service, right?"

"You're Tony Shit?"

Tony said irritably, "Yes, yes, that's me. I received the package, can you leave now?"

Tony just wanted to get rid of this old man with a very strong accent as soon as possible, so he reluctantly admitted it.

He returned to his mansion.

Tony finally breathed a sigh of relief.

I opened the package directly; inside was a combination lock box.

Tony immediately remembered the surprise that Mysterio had mentioned.

Cracking the code was a piece of cake for Tony, a great scientist.

After forcibly opening the box with a laser, they found a videotape inside.

Tony felt his heart race.

He hesitated for a moment before taking it out.

After the video played, the screen showed his father Howard's haggard and gloomy face after a period of static.

Howard looked incredibly disheveled in the photos, with a stubble beard and his once-proud slicked-back hair now greasy and hanging down his forehead because he hadn't groomed it in a long time.

In addition, a stranger appeared in the video.

Two masked men stood on either side of the wall. A metal arm grabbed Howard's hair, causing his head to tilt slightly upwards, while another hand groped for something out of the frame.

But then I heard that faint metallic clanging sound.

Tony immediately thought of various instruments of torture.

The images in my mind were too cruel.

Tony closed his eyes in anguish; having been kidnapped once before, he knew exactly what was going to happen next.

The owner of this arm had a cold face and a cruel expression.

Tony swore he would remember that face forever.

Then she shoved a toothbrush covered in what looked like toothpaste into her father's mouth.

???

Tony immediately popped three question marks into his head.

I can't even bear to look at this, and this is what you give me?

Tony watched it for a full thirty minutes.

After being forcefully fed steak, getting a haircut, and undergoing facial treatments.

At the end of the video, Howard looked radiant, with bleeding gums and foam splattering onto the screen.

"Oh!"

Tony grabbed the remote control from the table and smashed it against the screen. He then started throwing things in a fit of rage, leaving the whole room in a mess after a series of loud crashes.

Is this the treatment you get when you're kidnapped?!

Tony sat in the chair, clutching his head with both hands. He didn't know how long it took before he took a deep breath to calm his agitated mind.

"Jarvis, search for the metal-armed killer in the footage. I need all his information."

Tony said calmly.

What happened fifteen years ago, if the person who killed my father isn't too unlucky, they're probably still alive and well.

This revenge must be taken no matter what!

"Sir, there is no such person. There is no information about him. It's as if he doesn't exist."

Has facial recognition been used?

"Yes, sir... please accept my condolences..."

Jarvis paused for a moment, then continued, "Furthermore, based on my comparison with other similar videos, I've discovered some subtle differences. The truth may not be what you imagine..."

"Shut up!"

Tony said coldly, "I don't need comforting words, I just want to find that damn bastard who deserves to go to hell."

"Sir, you can contact S.H.I.E.L.D.; they might have information about the assassin's identity."

"you're right!"

Tony patted his head; his mind was still a bit muddled. He ran his fingers through his hair and said, "Jarvis, contact Nick Ford immediately..."

"Sir, someone is delivering a package outside."

"Leave it by the door, I'll go get it after I've dealt with what I need to do."

"But he was an old man."

"An elderly person? Delivering a package?"

Tony was puzzled as to why Jarvis had suddenly become so talkative. He turned on the screen next to him and checked the security camera footage in front of the door.

A delivery truck was parked outside. An old man with gray hair slowly got out of the driver's seat. The truck was probably a bit old, because the old man had a lot of effort to open the back door.

The old man was unable to remove the cargo for quite some time, probably because it was too heavy. He adjusted his sunglasses and began pounding on the Stark family mansion gate.

"Is Tony Shit all here? There's a package for you. If you hear me, come and get it yourself."

"..."

Tony: It's him again!

Tony had never seen such a rude deliveryman. Not only did he mispronounce his name, but he was even more arrogant than Tony.

This is absolutely intolerable; I'm going to call and complain.

But after thinking about it, I decided not to stoop to their level. Someone who's so old and still working must have a story to tell.

Based on the principle of respecting the elderly and caring for the young, he decided to forgive the other party, but only this once, and never again.

Two minutes later, Tony pushed open the door, and a barrage of complaints came rushing out.

"You're Tony Shit, too slow? Hurry up and take the package. I have to go do some guest appearances elsewhere, I don't have time to waste here."