A person is writing a diary in an American comic book, and Iron Man collapses at the beginning.

Chapter 25 Deadpool Comes Knocking

But even if it's speechless and incredibly frustrating...

What other choice did Pepper Potts have but to obediently let Tony Stark do whatever he wanted?

She's just a junior assistant!

Are you sure?

"I mean, is this your 'final decision'?"

"You're not going to change your mind again and suddenly tell me you're planning to go to Las Vegas again, are you?"

Pepper Potts pulled out Tony Stark's schedule while staring intently at the other person to confirm.

"Even if I change my mind, it'll be too late, won't it?"

"So, what you're worried about won't happen."

"Are you relieved now?"

Tony Stark shrugged at Pepper Potts.

Pepper Potts thought about it and realized that was indeed the case, so she didn't say anything more.

Instead, he picked up a pen and made some changes to the itinerary.

"besides!"

But soon.

Pepper Potts noticed another problem and quietly reminded Tony Stark.

"You need to go to Afghanistan tomorrow, and you can't just cancel it at the last minute."

"If you really want to cancel, I think you should talk to Stan."

"Do you need me to help you contact them?"

Tony Stark frowned slightly, clearly displeased.

Given his current status and position, there are actually very few things he can't refuse; he probably only encounters them a few times a year.

But tomorrow's trip to Afghanistan is just one of them.

That's completely different from award ceremonies and such.

Whether he goes to the awards ceremony or not, no one will care, except perhaps Rhodes who might be a little upset.

After all, his big Tony stood him up.

But for tomorrow's trip to Afghanistan, so many high-ranking military officials are there, even generals.

Where is Tony Stark to act as he pleases?

"No need."

Tony Stark waved his hand.

It's just a trip to Afghanistan, it won't take much time.

Treat it as a vacation!

"Cancel everything except tomorrow's transaction!"

He once again uttered this statement to Pepper Potts.

Tony Stark didn't linger any longer and left his office directly.

He left only his assistant shaking his head helplessly.

Working under a boss as capricious as Tony Stark is truly exhausting.

……

when!

After gently placing the washed dishes down, Zhou Cheng wiped his hands and sat back down on the sofa.

I started to think about it again.

Although he had previously denigrated the original Mark armor in his diary, making it seem utterly worthless.

But it's really just wishful thinking.

Now that I've calmed down and thought about it carefully, even if the original Mark II was terrible, it still had extremely high commercial value.

Despite its unattractive and bulky design, its ability to be put into use smoothly and flexibly is truly remarkable.

That's not something just any company can do.

In fact, there are practically no companies that can do that right now.

The thing that Tony Stark made with a sledgehammer in the cave was already beyond the reach of the present era.

This is not an exaggeration at all.

Putting aside other things, just look at Hammer Industries and you'll know.

Although Justin Hammer appeared several times in the Iron Man film series, he always ended up as a background character for Tony Stark.

He was trampled on and humiliated by Tony Stark.

Like a clown jumping around.

But actually, Hammer Industries is incredibly powerful!

It's just that it can't compare to the behemoth that is Stark Industries.

Even a company the size of Hammer Industries produces robots that are all deformed and distorted.

I can trip over myself while walking, and I can break my back just by turning around.

As for takeoff, it was even worse; it flew around and crashed around like a rocket.

It was a truly horrific sight.

It's not just a matter of lacking an energy source.

Zhou Cheng believed it.

If he really gets his hands on the blueprints for the first-generation battle armor, he could definitely sell it for a good price.

But the crucial problem remains: Zhou Cheng has absolutely no idea where that cave is!

Could it really be as written in the diary, that they went to rob Obadiah Stane?

Well, this is actually just Zhou Cheng's wishful thinking.

It was just a random thought.

He wouldn't stoop to robbery just to make money.

Although Obadiah Stane wasn't a good person, he was fundamentally different from the terrorists in the Ten Commandments gang.

They went into the cave to steal the blueprints from the Ten Commandments' henchmen, and then went to Stan's office to steal the blueprints from the other party.

The nature of them is completely different.

Zhou Cheng felt no pressure with the former, but he felt he couldn't do the latter.

not to mention.

This isn't something you can accomplish just by having brute strength; reality isn't like the movies!

"After much thought, I think selling the house and buying stocks is the more reliable option!"

After pondering for a long time, Zhou Cheng finally shook his head helplessly.

Although the money from selling the house may not seem like much, it's actually quite a sum for an ordinary person like him!

Taking advantage of the Stark Group's dramatic rise and fall to make a profit is possible.

This is at least more money than Zhou Cheng could earn in his entire life.

Isn't that enough?

One should not be too greedy!

"Then it's settled!"

After some deliberation, Zhou Cheng still made this decision.

Considering that it was almost time and the Extreme Point Award ceremony had already begun, Zhou Cheng didn't linger any longer.

I plan to go to a real estate agency and find a real estate agent to finalize the sale of the house.

I changed my clothes and was about to visit someone.

But as soon as he opened the door, Zhou Cheng was taken aback.

A tall, white man with a buzz cut who looked quite familiar appeared in Zhou Cheng's line of sight.

The other party stood right outside Zhou Cheng's door, blocking his way.

They were undoubtedly after Zhou Cheng.

"Little Deadpool?"

Zhou Cheng almost blurted it out.

Because the white man in front of him looked exactly like Deadpool, without any difference.

Or rather, the only difference.

This person's face doesn't have the pockmarked, moon-like face of Deadpool.

Instead, it was a perfectly intact, normal human face.

Is it Wade before he became Deadpool, or someone else who looks very similar?

Such a thought flashed through Zhou Cheng's mind.

"Who are you?"

Why are you outside my house?

Zhou Cheng stared directly at the white man in front of him and asked the question that had been on his mind.

"And, you wouldn't happen to be named Wade Wilson, would you?"

Unable to contain his curiosity any longer, Zhou Cheng added another sentence.

Then Zhou Cheng saw it.

The man, who had been looking cool and suave, suddenly showed a look of surprise on his face.

Do you know me?

(End of this chapter)