Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Yamaiko: "I'm a little jealous, but I'm not lying, am I?"

WISHⅢ: "It exploded immediately."

Ulbert: "You rude guys..."

WISHⅢ: "I have replied to your private message, Two-Faced Man."

Ulbert: “…It really exploded.”

Mori Yuesha watched Arrietty's previous speedrun video in the game for a while, and when she came to her senses, she found that the guild chat interface was full of "explosion?", "explosion", "hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up", "hurry up if you're going to die"...

What explosion?

What to brush on?

The Cold and Invincible Queen: "What are you guys talking about? Where did the explosion happen?"

Everyone: "..."

It's you, it's you who exploded Her Majesty the Cold and Invincible Queen.

Chapter 65 The most famous person

After taking off the equipment, Mori Yuesha discussed the issue of "explosion" with Arrietty. Perhaps the knight sister will have to live a sugar-free and low-carb life for a while.

Matilda would occasionally send some photos, which were all scenery and posed photos of the two of them, including the Eiffel Tower, the desert, and the bustling commercial street.

It was fun.

About half a month later, Mori Yuesa received another call from "Poor Prince".

Mori Tsukisa: "Moshimoshi? Prince-san?"

L: "Ah, long time no see, Princess Mori."

There was a hint of joy and smile in the cold synthesized sound.

L: "I've finished reading the novel you recommended."

Mori Tsukisa: "All...? Wow, you don't do anything else every day?"

L: "We have backup detectives to solve the case."

Well...that's true. The world won't stop because of the loss of any one person.

L: "Watari is happy to see me develop some interests other than solving crimes and wants to thank you. If there is a chance, I will invite you to be my guest."

Mori Yuesha: "It's better to do it today than to wait for a day!"

The little traveler is almost growing mushrooms out of boredom.

The voice on the other end of the phone smiled: "Ah, no. Not today. I'm talking to you today because I have other things to discuss. Let me make it clear first: our line is encrypted, so you don't have to worry about being eavesdropped on - of course, I can't guarantee that on your end. So, do you want to talk?"

Mori Yuesa hummed.

L: "That's right... If you have that ability as you said, you don't have to worry about being exposed."

The sound of keyboard tapping came from the receiver for a long time.

"Howard Stark's son, you probably know—"

Mori Yuesha: "I don't know you, when can I go play with you?"

L: “…”

I feel so sad for old Stark.

I think the memory of the immortals is not very good.

L said patiently, "His son Tony Stark went missing in the Middle East a day ago, and the military team that was following him lost contact with him."

Oh…

so what.

"I remember you and old Mr. Howard Stark were friends."

Mori Yuesa held up the phone and nodded: "That child is very talented." She remembered the little gadget that the boy had made himself and took out of his pocket.

"Did you only give Howard Stark an answer of 'very talented'? Excuse me, I want to ask, what is your evaluation of me?"

Mori Tsukisa thought for a moment: "...a human being who is both smart and pitiful?"

"Should I be happy to be called 'smart' by an Immortal?" L sighed.

"Of course, I rarely compliment people. Wow, you can eat the chocolate ice cream scoops that Najini froze for me. We'll talk about it another day. Bye~"

pat.

On the other side, L scratched his messy black hair.

"So lively."

"L?" The old man dressed as a butler with white hair and beard put the sugar cubes back into the jar and pushed the frame to remind him: "Have you confirmed it?"

confirm?

L squatted on the sofa holding his cell phone, a hint of doubt on his usually expressionless face.

"That's right. Isn't the purpose of your call to tell Ms. Mori about Tony Stark and ask her to rescue him in order to test her strength?"

Watari looked at the annoyed man: "Why? You didn't forget to tell me, did you?"

L: …

That girl seemed to be carrying a virus that was spreading everywhere.

Alas, trouble.

…………

……

Tony Stark couldn't tell when he woke up.

Maybe it was noon, maybe it was night?

As far as I can remember, he was just riding in a military vehicle, and he hadn't finished drinking the wine in his hand yet...

then…

Then, I was hit by...something.

Missiles?

Feeling the severe pain all over his body, Tony Stark grabbed the hose that was inserted deep into his trachea and pulled it away from his nostrils little by little. Facing the dirty yellow light and dust haze, the swaying back not far away attracted his attention.

A middle-aged man with little hair and wearing glasses is shaving in front of the mirror.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do that."

Concentrating on dealing with the tangled beard, the man reminded Stark: "I've worked so hard for a long time, don't break the thread."

Tony rolled his eyes and touched his chest.

The man then realized that there were several black hard wires inserted directly into his chest. On the right handstand made of broken wooden boards, there was an old-fashioned battery that was half the size of a suitcase.

A strange place, strange people, a strange... body.

Tony Stark carefully sat up from the makeshift bed, trying not to pull on the wires; then, holding the battery, he used his butt as a fulcrum and turned his body.

Then you can put your feet on the ground.

The action took some time, so by the time he was able to sit up straight, the shaved man had already started cooking.

Something like a puddle of black mud.

"What did you do to me?" Tony Stark rubbed his chest in disbelief.

"What did I do?" The man with glasses said nonchalantly, "I saved your life. I did my best to remove the shrapnel, but there was still a lot left."

He told Tony Stark as he flipped the small pot in his hand to heat it evenly over the fire: "The fragments, the metal fragments will flow into your heart septum along the blood. Do you want to see this?"

Put down the pot and pick up the glass tube next to it.

There were several burnt metal fragments covered with blood and flesh.

The man tossed the can to Tony.

"Keep it as a souvenir."

Stark took the glass tube with a dull look on his face, and then he heard the man say, "I often see this kind of injury in the village. We call it the 'living dead' because it only takes about a week for the shrapnel to enter the main organs--"

"What's this."

Tony interrupted, pointing to the round metal device on his chest.

"Electromagnet, powered by a car battery, to prevent shrapnel from entering your heart." The tall and long hooked nose under the lenses, combined with the Mediterranean hairstyle, plus the occasional smile after speaking, looked particularly funny in the firelight.

This guy... is the same as me?

It was pitch black all around and enclosed by high walls.

The floor was littered with dirty water and food packaging, as well as some unknown metal accessories—electrical wires winding all the way to the inconspicuous doorway and exiting through a small hole.

He...was kidnapped by someone.

"We have met before."

Tony glanced at the camera on the side above his head, suppressed his doubts and listened to the other party continue speaking.

“At the Tech Summit in Bern.”

"I..." Tony zipped up his pants, his eyes confused: "I don't remember."

"Of course you don't remember. If I drank that much, I wouldn't even be able to stand, let alone explain integrated circuits--"

The man who was cooking suddenly stopped talking.

He turned his head sharply towards the door, took two quick steps, and pulled up Tony who was sitting on the bed.

"Stand up straight, stand up straight! Follow me, do you understand? Follow me!" He whispered a few words, and immediately, the door was roughly opened.

Several strong men with guns and covered in dirt walked in.

The short-haired man in the lead shouted excitedly a few times and signaled the person next to Tony Stark to translate.

"He said you're welcome."

"Tony Stark."

"The most famous mass murderer in American history."

Chapter 66 Missiles and Rejection

"Welcome."

"The most famous mass murderer in American history."

Tony looked at him expressionlessly, his head in his hands. The other man was dancing with joy, his white teeth showing under his lush beard.

"He wants you to build a missile. The Jericho missile you showed me."

In order to let the "weapon maker" understand what his group was talking about, the other party even took out a blurry photo and showed it to Tony.

"He said, this is the missile."

"Oh." Tony stared into the leader's eyes: "Tell him I refuse."

…………

……

The icy cold water tank made him feel suffocated. All the sounds suddenly became very, very far away. As his head was roughly pressed into the water, a strange voice seemed to be calling his name from the clouds.

He seemed to see a huge car headlight, the dazzling light shining in his face, forming an angle with the sunlight above his head; his clothes disappeared, his heart was exposed, beating slower and slower...