American comics: Transformed into a superhero, Spider-Gwen is shocked

He said how could the Green Goblin fly so fast, it was already supersonic.

With this level of technology, the current Gwen is definitely no match for him.

"What do you mean?" Tony was stunned, but then he realized, "No, you know who I am?"

"Well, Playboy's shit is big, it's okay, I'm leaving now."

Sun Wuming shook his head in disappointment and flew towards home.

"Hey, wait!" Tony hurriedly chased after him. Fortunately, Sun Wuming was not flying very fast at the moment, so he could still keep up.

"Did your PE teacher teach you English? My name is Stark, not Shit!"

"Why do you know it's me? Who are you? And why can you fly? God, this is unscientific. Such a fast speed will crush your body."

Tony's mouth chattered like a machine gun, and all he came out with were questions.

The scene before him had caused the scientific worldview that he had spent decades building to collapse, and he desperately wanted to know something from Sun Wuming.

Feeling a little annoyed by the noise, Sun Wuming finally spoke.

"Aren't you a scientist? Why do you keep talking about God?"

Tony retorted: "The end of science is theology, of course not the kind that ordinary people understand. From a scientific point of view, God is just a creature we don't understand."

Tony was right about this.

Aren’t gods like Thor so-called aliens?

"You can call me a Saiyan, or you can regard me as a god on earth. I deserve this title."

"How arrogant."

"Okay, big shit, that's enough for today. I should go back and eat."

Sun Wuming left his last words and suddenly accelerated, leaving Tony behind.

Sensing the scent, he knew Gwen had already set off towards his house. The two of them had to go out for lunch, and he didn't have time to stay here and chat with a middle-aged man.

Looking at the little red dot getting farther and farther away, Tony was still full of doubts about his life.

"Jarvis, go back and make an appointment with a psychiatrist for me. I strongly suspect that everything that just happened was an illusion."

"Sir, the armor has a recording function. Do you need me to retrieve the records for you?"

"Shut up, you idiot."

After returning to his villa, Tony immediately transferred the armor's video into the computer and checked Sun Wuming's personal information.

"Saiyan, Son Goming? He's still a high school student? No wonder he looks so young."

Tony muttered, looked at the information again, and found no useful information, so he stopped paying attention to it.

He turned around and devoted himself to the modification of the armor.

Today, Tony was completely defeated in terms of speed. With his competitive spirit, he naturally would not tolerate such a thing happening.

The armor must be modified to the most perfect state.

The output power of the Ark Reactor can be increased, and the armor must also add more aerodynamic design.

Just when Tony was absorbed in his work, Pepper came.

"Tony, do you need me for something?"

"Hey, Pepper, do you want something to drink?"

Tony came over.

"No thanks, there are still many things in the company that need my attention." Little Pepper shook her head.

The relationship between the two is a little awkward now, more than friends but less than lovers, plus the relationship between boss and employee, which makes Pepper not know how to face Tony.

"Well, you can try my whiskey next time when you're not busy."

Tony shrugged helplessly, sat down opposite Pepper, and took out a USB flash drive.

"Pepper, you're the only person I can trust now, and I need you to do me a favor..."

Chapter 61 Tony's Visit

The next day.

Ding Dong!Ding Dong!

Early in the morning, the doorbell of Sun Wuming's house rang.

The man was wearing an expensive custom-made suit, sunglasses that covered almost half of his face, and a shiny gold watch on his hand.

Behind him is a limited edition Ferrari sports car.

There are two temperaments exuding from head to toe.

rich!

What a slut!

"Is this the decadent life of a high school student? It's already nine o'clock and you still don't get up."

Tony spread his hands, looking incredulous, and spoke in a tone that made him deserve a beating.

"If you say that again, I'll hire a killer to hunt you down for a whole year!"

"Ok, ok." Tony admitted his mistake decisively. He knew that the young man in front of him was the killer leader in North America.

"Why don't you invite me in to do it? This is not the way to entertain guests."

"An uninvited evil guest."

Sun Wuming rolled his eyes but still gave up his position.

Tony smiled, then went into the living room and sat down by himself, while Sun Wuming went to the kitchen and took out two bottles of orange juice. His expression changed.

"Damn it, I hate fruit and vegetable drinks the most."

"No whiskey? If that doesn't work, white wine will do. Oh, and I only drink wine produced by Chateau Owena."

Sun Wuming ignored him and opened a bottle and drank it all in one gulp.

"You are encouraging a minor to commit a crime, you idiot. I haven't even celebrated my 18th birthday yet, and you actually thought there was alcohol in my house."

U.S. law stipulates that only adults over the age of 21 can drink and smoke. Although not many people comply with it, at least stores will not openly sell tobacco and alcohol to minors.

"There are minors like you?" Tony couldn't help but complain: "The things that the Continental Hotel did are enough to get you arrested and locked up until the destruction of the earth."

"Your investigation is very detailed." Wu Ming supported his head with one hand and looked at him, "Then why did you come to me instead of staying at home to study your tin cans?"

Ever since he met Tony yesterday, Sun Wuming didn't think that he could hide his identity, but the other party's arrival so quickly was indeed beyond his expectations.

Tony was a little dissatisfied with the boy's name for the Iron Man Suit. "This is not a tin can. This is a unique flower in the history of human industry."

"Oh yes, you are also a freak, a freak among humans."

Sun Wuming's face was full of black lines. Does this guy know how to speak? Who is he calling a weirdo?

"Um, what I mean is." Tony looked at Sun Wuming's changing expression and explained quickly: "Your existence is a miracle. Can you tell me how you became what you are now?"

"Genetic experiment? Nuclear radiation? Or innate superpowers?"

Sun Wuming closed his eyes. This guy is really good at talking.

She can be more talkative than Gwen in her battle suit.

As expected, he is one of the three chatterboxes in Marvel Comics. If there were another Deadpool, he felt that his ears would explode.

"Wuming, here I come!"

Say Gwen and Gwen will appear.

Gwen, carrying a schoolbag and dressed like a girl next door, walked in and was stunned when she saw the two people in the living room.

"Sorry, I didn't know you had a visitor. Wait, Tony, Stark?"

Gwen then recognized that Sun Wuming's guest was the playboy who often appeared on TV, the chairman of Stark Industries, Tony Stark.

After hearing Gwen's surprise, Tony stood up, put on a showy smile and stretched out his hand.

"Miss Gwen Stacy, nice to meet you."

In the model created by Jarvis, the probability that Gwen Stacy is Spider-Woman is more than 37 percent.

But after confirming that Sun Wuming was the Saiyan from some time ago.

The probability suddenly soared to ninety-five percent.

Gwen smiled sheepishly, dodged Tony's outstretched hand, and ran to Sun Wuming.

Tony: “….”

puff.

Sun Wuming couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Gwen doesn't have a good impression of this playboy, or rather, 80 percent of Americans dislike arms chiefs.

The reason why Tony is so popular on the Internet is because he is handsome and rich.

But compared to Sun Wuming, Tony is just a sloppy middle-aged uncle.

"Shit, my current strength is all from practice, and it has nothing to do with the scientific experiment you mentioned."

"If you are also interested in Qi, come to me after you have solved your own troubles."

Sun Wuming did not hide anything. He also had something to ask of Tony. The last two dragon balls had not been found yet, so he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

I wonder if Tony, with his brain cursed by knowledge, can make a Dragon Ball radar.

(In fact, the author has also been cursed by knowledge, otherwise he wouldn’t be so bad at math.)

"Trouble? What kind of trouble can I have?" Tony didn't understand what Sun Wuming said. He wanted to ask something else but was kicked out of the house.

"I was kicked out?"

Standing outside the door, Tony looked around in disbelief.

How could he, a billionaire and the most handsome chairman in the United States, be so unpopular?