Marvel Universe's Ultimate Martial Arts School

"That's why I said my mission is only half complete," Natasha said. "To learn more, or to have more in-depth contact with Master Lin, I think it's not enough for me to do it alone."

"What suggestions do you have?"

"Perhaps we can bring all the best people in the bureau here to learn, especially those with high IQs."

"If he really just wants to cultivate outstanding disciples, then he shouldn't refuse this. Perhaps among my colleagues, there are people who are more talented in this area than I am. As long as the students are good enough, Master Lin will definitely pay attention to them. Otherwise, his current 'teaching-oriented' approach is just a facade. Then we can consider changing our approach and investigating from other aspects."

"On the contrary, once one of us gains his attention, we can naturally get closer to him and learn more about this mysterious master's personality, thoughts, and so on. All of this will help us minimize, or even control, the danger that the martial arts school poses to the country."

"That's right." Nick Fury's eyes lit up slightly, completely agreeing with her words.

Based on her current theories of genetic energy, it involves complex spatial perception abilities, super memory abilities, and so on.

Simply put, the higher your IQ, the faster you learn.

What kind of place is S.H.I.E.L.D.? It may not have much else, but it's full of highly intelligent people!

As long as he doesn't refuse to teach agents, S.H.I.E.L.D. will actually produce a few outstanding talents.

That would both help S.H.I.E.L.D. get closer to this mysterious Easterner and allow them to control this power, which would also be a tremendous benefit.

"I'll have the research team select a list, and they'll all attend the lecture tomorrow."

"Speaking of high-IQ students," Natasha paused, then smiled and said, "there's actually someone who might be more suitable than anyone else in the department."

"Hmm? You mean..."

Nick Fury guessed who she was referring to and secretly praised Natasha for her thoughtfulness.

Indeed, he is the most suitable, not only because of his intelligence, but also because of the desperate situation that guy is in now.

That was Natasha's undercover report from last month. Tony Stark had been poisoned by palladium, and there was currently no cure on Earth. The S.H.I.E.L.D. research team had only just prepared a temporary relief drug for him, which was delivered to his office about half an hour ago.

Judging from Natasha's description of genetic energy, this kind of training can reshape human flesh and blood, and can even cure mutants like Dr. Banner. Perhaps it can really remove palladium from that guy's body.

"That guy's not in New York right now, he's in California," Nick Fury said with a laugh. "I'm just about to go find him. Send me your location, I'll come pick you up. You should talk to him about that gene energy theory!"

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Los Angeles, Inglewood County.

The slightly intoxicated sunset, stirring up the dark red afterglow, illuminated this roadside street, which had not yet been lit up with neon lights, revealing a kind of intoxicating languor.

Randy's Donuts is probably the most famous shop on this street.

Not only is it delicious, but it also has a 15-meter-diameter sculpted donut that looks bigger than the entire shop, making it one of Inglewood County's landmark buildings.

At this moment, Tony Stark, wearing his Iron Man suit but without a helmet and instead wearing sunglasses, was lounging lazily in the middle of the donut logo, holding a box of sweets and two cans of beer.

I flew over 3,900 kilometers today, just for this taste and the beautiful sunset view right before my eyes.

Isn't this what life should be like?

Do what you want to do, without worrying about the cost of everything.

He slowly savored his favorite sweet treat, gazing into the distance.

The roadsides are lined with convenience stores and motels, and the cars coming and going, along with their red lights, create a continuous line, giving the whole county a vibrant and lively atmosphere.

About eight miles away lies the vast Pacific coast, and Tony, sitting atop the rooftop donut sign, can almost smell the sea breeze.

He just got into a fight with Rod yesterday.

The reason was that he wore an Iron Man suit and threw a wild party at home, and even used the weapons from the suit to perform and create excitement at the party.

Rhodes is too rigid; he doesn't understand the principle of doing what you want. He cares too much about so-called rules.

Stark took a sip of beer, yawned contentedly, and then looked at the half-eaten can of beer left in his hand.

Oh, did I buy this myself? I originally came here to sober up... Oh well, I've already drunk it, so I'll have another sip!

"Sir!" someone called out in front of the shop.

Tony Stark didn't even bother to look up, munching on his donut, and lazily replied, "Iron Man is busy, he doesn't have time to sign autographs right now."

The man said, "Please get off the donut."

Tony Stark turned his head slightly, pulled his sunglasses down a bit, glanced down with the whites of his eyes, and immediately showed a helpless expression: "Why are you everywhere? You really are a persistent ghost!"

"Immediately!" Nick Fury added.

Inside the donut shop, Tony struck a pose of utter laziness and resistance, expressing his dislike for this guy who always acted like his guardian: "I've told you, I don't want to join your secret superboy group."

"Oh, so you chose to be a man on the donut stand here?" Nick Fury said with a laugh. "I know you've always been a loner, but look how it goes!"

Tony Stark looked around, then shrugged. "What happened? World peace is here, and these donuts are still as delicious as ever. Isn't that great?"

"Yes," Nick Fury chuckled. "Apart from the fact that you're giving away your assets everywhere, that you're handing over a huge multinational corporation to an assistant and letting her sign documents involving hundreds of millions of dollars, that you're letting your friend fly away in your invincible mech, and that Congress is planning to sue you again... everything else is fine."

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Tony Stark chuckled, staring at the one-eyed man's eyepatch on the other's face, pointing unconsciously with his right hand. "Sorry, I drank a bit too much last night, I'm still a bit tipsy, I'm not sure if what I'm seeing is your eye or that black eyepatch. I think I'm hallucinating... By the way, where did you buy that eyepatch? It looks so cheap!"

"Your hallucinations aren't from alcohol, they're from toxins." Another woman's voice rang out beside him, and before she finished speaking, a syringe was already inserted into his neck.

"Ouch!" Tony yelled.

But the injection was already finished, and he subconsciously reached out to touch his neck, while turning his head to look to the side, only to see Natalie Rushman, the legal advisor with whom he had just started flirting these past two days.

He frowned, pointed at the woman in front of him, then looked at Nick Fury: "You..."

Natasha smiled and sat down next to Nick Fury, extending her right hand to Tony Stark: "Let's get to know each other again, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., Natasha Romanoff."

"I hate being lied to!" Tony Stark rolled his eyes at her, ignoring the delicate white hand he'd been wanting to examine closely for days. "You've been fired from Stark Industries!"

"You don't have the final say," Nick Fury said with a laugh. "Don't forget, your female assistant is now in charge of Stark Industries. You signed the authorization letter yourself. She is the president of Stark Industries and has the power to appoint and dismiss personnel. You are just a useless drunkard right now."

"Oh! So I'm not a big shot anymore?" Tony spread his hands. "So you can just give me this useless glucose injection like you're punishing Grandma Mary's kid? Please, you'd better watch out. I'm Iron Man, wearing the most expensive weapon armor in the world!"

"So," he pointed at Natasha, "I demand that you apologize to me right now, or let me give you a shot, or inject you with something... well, that's fine too!"

"First of all, this is not glucose, but an antidote extracted from chlorophyll and biomimetic yeast."

Tony Stark raised an eyebrow slightly, took a deep breath, and felt the effects of the drug spreading through his body. He felt that he was indeed feeling a little more relaxed than he had in the past few days.

During this period, the palladium in his body had been tormenting him to the point that he could no longer bear it. Drinking and indulging in pleasure were not only because he felt that his days were numbered and he should enjoy himself while he could, but also because he really wanted to relieve his indescribable pain.

He took a moment to assess the situation and couldn't help but say with satisfaction, "It's truly rare to see you do the right thing..."

"So, there's no need to apologize now?"

"It's still necessary; I feel like I still have a lot of temper right now."

"Let's get back to the point," Nick Fury interrupted his rambling. "The palladium poisoning in your body is too severe. This medicine can only temporarily relieve your physical pain, not cure it."

Tony Stark paused, then shrugged. "As expected. If it were that simple, I wouldn't have this headache... At least it's comfortable. How many of these do you have?"

"It should last you at least half a month, and you can always make more, but your body will quickly develop resistance, and the half-month effective relief period is pretty much the limit of the drug," Nick Fury said. "So, I actually have a better suggestion."

He gestured for Natasha to take out the video that had taken place outside the Extreme Martial Arts Gym the previous night and hand it to Tony Stark.

"Take a look at this first," Nick Fury said with a smile, "and then let Natasha explain to you what genetic energy is. Wow, you'll be surprised! Not only can it save your life, but it's also something much cooler than this suit of armor!"