People set up shop in Marvel, and it just became Doomsday

Coulson pressed the button to the top floor.

The three of them climbed up bit by bit.

Although the building looks shabby on the outside, the equipment inside is world-class.

Mo An walked through the transparent elevator and looked down. Black figures were walking through different floors. The few pieces of white paper in his hand might be the most confidential information of a certain country.

This building holds the most secrets in the world.

"When you get up there, whatever I say, you just nod." Moan turned his head and whispered to Tony.

The more Tony listened, the more strange he felt, "Does this sound like my dad taking me to the teacher's office when I was a kid?"

"I didn't say that." Mo An smiled.

After a while, the top floor arrived.

The elevator door opened, and the three of them saw an office door.

"Don't tell me that the entire top floor is Fury's office." Moan muttered.

Colson shrugged, "It is said that this is done to improve the efficiency of our reporting to him."

"I told the dog next to me this, and it shook its head." Mo An said with a smile.

Open the office door immediately.

Nick Fury stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window with his back to them, looking like a big entrepreneur who was proud of the crowd.

Of course, this temperament disappeared after he turned around.

"You came."

"I'm here." Mo An raised his eyebrows. He didn't know what kind of medicine this old hanging gourd was selling, so he had to respond.

"You shouldn't have come."

"...Shall I go then?" Mo An rolled his eyes, "Have you become obsessed with ancient dragons recently?"

"Just a little dabbling."

Nick Fury sat down on the office chair, Moan and Tony sat opposite him, and Coulson left the office.

"I don't go to the Three Treasures Palace for anything. Tell me, why did you come to see me?"

"You call this crappy place the Three Treasures Palace?" Mo An sneered, crossed his arms and said, "I only came to SHIELD for three things."

"money."

"money."

"It's still a horse-riding thing, money!"

Tony was unhappy on the side. You didn't say anything about me.

"Money? What money?" Nick Fury asked confused, "Why don't I remember that SHIELD owes you money?"

"Heh, don't give me a bad look," Mo An sneered, "You keep trying to pluck me out of trouble again and again."

"Is my Mo'an's wool so easy to gather?"

"One price, three million, otherwise I will go to the Congress and ask them for it tomorrow!"

With that said, Mo An stood up and was about to leave.

"Hey, calm down, I didn't say I wouldn't promise you." Fury asked Mo An to sit down first.

This time he really wanted to take advantage first, and now he can't even lose his temper.

"Money is not a problem." Fury looked at Tony, who was silent at the moment, "But why did you call Mr. Stark here?"

"That's the next thing I'm going to say."

Mo An said seriously: "I want you to return all the relics stored by Howard Stark in SHIELD to its legal heirs,"

"Mr. Tony Stark."

"This is a reasonable request," Fury said, "but you also know that Mr. Howard Stark has been obsessed with invention and creation throughout his life, so it may be difficult to sort out all his belongings in a short time."

As he spoke, Fury winked at Moan crazily.

Poor poor child!

Captain America has not dug it out, Hulk is missing, and there is only one Iron Man left to win over. I still want to keep it in my hand as a family card!

Of course, Mo An glared back unceremoniously. He said that as long as the time is right, there will be bread and milk. Is SHIELD short of people in such a hurry?

Tony Stark, who didn't know that the two were communicating in a mysterious way, thought that his father's relics might have an opportunity to change his current situation, and he felt complicated for a while.

The whole scene fell into an eerie silence.

In the end, Nick Fury was defeated, "Well, I hope what you said is true."

"I never tell lies." Mo An smiled and led Tony out of the office.

Nick Fury was leaning on his office chair, thinking silently, when the solid wood desk in front of him suddenly turned into a pile of dust.

"..."

In desperation, Nick Fury could only call Coulson.

"Fill in another three million clause on this month's reimbursement form. Yes, the clause is for that Mr. Moan."

"The price of a desk will be quoted to them at a 20% increase from the most expensive price on the market."

......

The words were divided into two parts. Ivan Vanke kept nodding his head while watching Tony's arrogant words and deeds at the hearing on the TV. He had a toothpick in his mouth, and a white parrot next to the TV was picking and prodding here and there, unable to relax.

With the core in hand, he began building weapons.

Electricity surged, and a long whip that seemed to be made of lightning appeared in front of him.

After putting on the equipment neatly, Ivan Vanke slowly started the electric whip. Seeing that the wall was covered with newspapers about Tony, he turned around and blew up the TV.

(Little TV: I didn’t mess with any of you!)

Malibu, California.

As the world's richest man (except for the reclusive Black Panther), Tony Stark should have his own laboratories all over the United States.

He gently clapped his hands to wake up Jarvis Calpins, "Wake up, daddy is back."

"Welcome home, sir."

“Congratulations on your successful opening ceremony.”

"So are the Senate hearings."

"And let me just say, it's so refreshing to finally see," Jarvis pulled up a video of Tony at the hearing, "with your clothes on."

Tony laughed.

At this time, Duman (a cute robotic arm) who was squeezing vegetable juice aside sprinkled most of it on the wall.

"Hey, you." Tony said dissatisfied.

Duman turned around and knocked over the juicer again.

"I swear, I'm going to dismantle you, soak your motherboard and transform you into a wine rack." Tony said angrily.

Hearing this, Duman lowered his head (arm?) sadly.

"How much of this disgusting thing should I drink in a day?"

Ever since he came out of Moan's shop, he had been forced to drink a certain amount of vegetable juice every day, and Jarvis had been notified to supervise him.

Jarvis was well aware of Tony's physical condition and greatly appreciated it.

"To suppress symptoms, the daily intake has been increased to 80 ounces."

Tony picked it up and took a sip, then took out the instrument and said, "Check the palladium content."

"Hemotoxin level 24%," Jarvis reported.

"It appears that continued use of the Iron Man suit has aggravated your condition."

"Another energy core depleted."

Nick Fury hasn't sent the relic yet, and Tony can only survive by replacing palladium blocks.

Tony lifted up his shirt and took out the reactor. The bottom ring opened, revealing a useless piece of palladium.

"God, it goes away so fast."

Tony took out the palladium block from the reactor and inserted a new one from the small box next to it.

The reactor's light seemed to be brighter than when it was taken out.