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Chapter 181 Dragon Slayer, Tony's Fantasy Mentor

Stark Industries Building.

Given Stark Industries' status, especially its importance as an arms supplier, it is also a landmark building in New York.

The top floor is Tony Stark's private land, and it also has a fully equipped studio.

In just a few days, with the help of SHIELD, Tony's body has completely recovered to normal.

What is even more worth celebrating is that although he was bedridden under Pepper's strict supervision these days, after the initial restlessness, his calm state of mind actually inspired Tony.

With the help of Jarvis, Tony successfully improved the Mark armor through oral narration and the assistance of augmented reality technology, and achieved extraordinary results.

The energy output power of the micro cold nuclear reactor has been greatly improved. If the power of the previous Mark 3 armor was 1, now it has at least jumped to 10 or even higher.

The more than tenfold improvement made Tony more and more confident. Of course, everyone except himself thought it was narcissism.

What is beyond imagination is that this calculated outburst of inspiration also promoted Tony's own clever brain, and he developed and designed more optional weapon modules for the armor.

Even remote control and automatic assembly, which will not appear until a few years later, are already on the agenda.

In other words, the current Iron Man armor has rapidly evolved from Mark 3 to Mark 42. Although the armors after Mark 3 have not yet been released, the detailed design plans that have passed feasibility verification have been stored deep in Jarvis' core.

At present, Tony had just removed the plaster with Ethan's confirmation and could enjoy free activities. He immediately couldn't wait to get into the studio and get busy.

Those functionally subdivided armors each have their own uses and can be produced and assembled by Jarvis.

But right now, he wants to design a piece of armor that will be the culmination of all of them.

Although the design project had just begun, he had already chosen a name, independent of the 42 serial numbers, with no order, only a name.

The name of the new armor was written in bold and black on the snow-white wall with a marker - Dragon Slayer.

Hong Chen: Great.

Tony, who is focused on his work, is in a completely different mental state than usual.

You can say he is narcissistic, talkative, and sharp-tongued, but you cannot deny that he is indeed a rare genius in the world.

Through his repeated conceptions and thoughts, a set of almost brand new armor from the inside out appeared in the center of the studio in the form of a phantom.

It still has the classic gold and red color scheme, but this set of Dragon Slayer armor appears to be more angular in appearance, and its overall height, width, and weight are significantly increased compared to other armors. This is for higher levels of energy output and to accommodate more weapons.

Its long-range support is arranged in a flight cabin, because automatic assembly cannot guarantee the overall stability of the armor, and the suitcase will only weaken its defensive performance for the sake of lightness.

To be honest, from this set of dragon slayer armor, Hong Chen clearly saw the prototype of the anti-Hulk armor.

But the Dragon Slayer is nowhere near as bulky as the Hulkbuster.

The dragon slayer looks more majestic and domineering.

Tony clapped himself in the studio, a satisfied smile on his face. He snapped his fingers and said, "Start manufacturing and assembling it as quickly as possible. I can't wait to wear it for revenge!"

"Okay, sir."

"No, until I succeed in my revenge, please call me... the Avenger."

Jarvis: "As you wish."

Hong Chen: Did you secretly reincarnate without telling me?

"As it stands, he's definitely a better Iron Man than he was."

The simplest translation of the word "better" is "stronger".

With the birth of this set of Dragon Slayer, Obadiah's Iron Overlord will only be crushed.

As soon as Tony's press conference starts, I'll get the gold ring immediately.

Don’t talk to me about Ancient One when the time comes. Even if Thanos comes, I will be the first one to rush up and give him two big slaps in the face.

In the dark studio, Tony was immersed in joy, when suddenly the glass around him released its light shielding function and bright sunlight poured in.

Looking back, I saw Pepper standing outside the door with a sullen look, and next to her was a man who always kept a professional smile.

"Jarvis?"

"Sir, Miss Pepper is reminding you to take your medicine. Mr. Coulson is here to talk to you about the mysterious man that night."

"Let them in."

The glass door opened, Tony took off his augmented reality control device, and took the cup from Pepper.

"Thank you. Without you, I really don't know if I can live to see tomorrow."

Pepper pursed her lips helplessly: "I really hope you can stay in bed all the time."

"That's a bit vicious." Tony drank the medicine and put the cup back into her hand. "I mean, you helped me a lot."

Pepper laughed, "I mean, you better not talk."

Watching them flirting without paying attention to others, Coulson's smile became more polite.

Fortunately, Pepper was not so shameless. She turned around and introduced: "This is Agent Coulson I told you about. He represents the National Homeland Strategy..."

"SHIELD," Coulson interrupted quietly, "This is the new abbreviation to help people remember us better."

Pepper laughed, "Well, he came to consult you on behalf of SHIELD about what happened that night."

After that, she whispered in Tony's ear, "You have been reluctant to meet them these days, but now that your body has recovered, you should pay them for the medicine they provided."

Tony blinked and nodded, "Okay, I get it."

Turning around, he said to Coulson, "Mr. Agent, please take a seat. I can answer your questions, but I hope you understand that there are some private matters that I cannot tell you."

"Of course. I understand that very well."

Pepper turned and left, leaving the space for the two of them.

Tony sat down carelessly and waved his hand, "Okay, now there are only two of us, you can start."

Hong Chen: And me.

Coulson took out his phone from his arms, clicked twice, and then turned the screen towards Tony.

Tony frowned at the first glance, because what was playing on the phone was the surveillance video of that night, including the part where he was at home.

"You hacked into my system? No, you don't have that ability. So, Pepper betrayed me?"

Coulson's smile didn't fade. "She didn't betray you. We just made a small deal with her by providing some help for your business."

Tony: "This is betrayal."

Coulson: "No." The two looked at each other for a few seconds.

Coulson was the first to break the awkwardness. He took back his phone and said, "Let's talk frankly. First, Mr. Stark, do you know him?"

"Of course I don't know him. Why do you ask such a meaningless question?"

"Routine procedure, sorry. The second question is, did you have a conversation? Did he reveal his identity to you in any direct or indirect way?"

Tony was a little annoyed: "No."

"Based on the analysis of the recorded conversation at the scene, we found that he had no real intention of hurting you. May I ask if you have come into contact with similar people before? I mean, in all your past life experiences."

"Of course not..."

The decisive answer suddenly came to an abrupt end.

Tony's eyes also showed a look of reminiscence for a moment.

Seeing this scene, Coulson narrowed his eyes slightly and leaned forward involuntarily, as if he wanted to completely see through Tony at this moment.

However, after just a few seconds, Tony returned to normal.

He sighed and shook his head: "No, I can guarantee that I have never seen such a person."

Coulson raised his eyebrows slightly and asked with a smile: "Mr. Stark, excuse me, but did you just remember something?"

"Yes, but what I recall has nothing to do with your question."

“Can you share it with me?”

Tony glanced at him, turned around and lay down on the sofa, breathing a sigh of relief.

“Did you have an idol when you were a kid?”

Coulson: If you say that, then I won't be sleepy anymore.

He then took out a stack of cards from his pocket and showed them to Tony: "I've been a fan of Captain America since I was a child."

Tony couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when he saw it: "So many?"

"Yeah, a full set of cards."

There was pride in Coulson's tone, which made Tony, who wanted to complain about him, swallow the dirty words that were about to come out of his mouth.

Turning his head, he slowly closed his eyes.

"I also had an idol when I was young, but my idol was not a movie star, not a military hero, and not even a specific person. Instead, it was a fantasy that was born gradually among the many virtual screen images when I watched movies out of boredom when I was a child.

He possesses all the wonderful qualities of the protagonist in all the movies I have seen: strong, honest, smart, kind, etc.

He would appear to play with me when I was bored, he would help me solve the problem when I encountered problems in designing my first circuit board, he would help me fight off the bad guys when I met them, and he would always point me in the right direction when I needed a direction.

When I was very young, I thought he was a real person that only I could see.

When I grew up, I realized that it was only because I knew that the people who played the protagonists in the movies did not necessarily have the characteristics of the characters in essence, and I was even aware that none of them were as smart as me. So, my brain used those keywords as the core and let me imagine a character that I could admire and trust.

I still remember that I always called him a mentor. ”

Coulson suddenly realized and asked softly, "What about now?"

"Now?" Tony opened his eyes and sneered, "I don't need a so-called mentor, I don't need an idol, and I don't think anyone is worthy of my admiration."

"really?"

Tony turned over and sat up, curling his lips: "Do you think I'm the kind of person who would worship others?"

Coulson paused and shook his head slightly.

However, he immediately asked, "So when I asked the question just now, were you thinking of this...virtual idol?"

"You can say that. Actually, I don't understand what the mysterious man wants to do. He just seems to want to remind me of something."

"what?"

"My previous armor was too weak!" Tony laughed. "But his reminder came at the right time. During these few days of lying in bed, my brain was filled with inspiration. The new armor is at least ten times better than before."

"so smart?"

Tony nodded his head and asked, "Who am I?"

Coulson smiled politely.

"So that's how it is. So what the mysterious man did, and your recent burst of inspiration, made you think of the 'mentor' who previously only existed in fantasy."

"Well, but I won't really equate them. Now I just want to find that guy as soon as possible to complete my revenge plan!" Tony couldn't help gritting his teeth as he said that.

After a few more moments, Coulson finally finished his questioning.

Before leaving, he handed out his business card again.

"Mr. Stark, if you think of any clues or he appears again, you can contact me through this number."

"Put it on the table. I don't have the habit of taking things from others."

"Okay." Coulson put down his business card and stood up to leave, but suddenly stopped and turned around: "By the way, do you remember the CIA agent who sent you back?"

"That guy?"

An extremely clear face suddenly appeared in Tony's mind. What was even more strange was that this face gradually overlapped with the fantasy he had just mentioned.

He shook his head quickly: My "mentor" can't be that kind of person!

"What's wrong?" Coulson asked curiously.

"It's okay. I remember that guy. Although his temper is worse than mine, I still asked Pepper to donate a large amount of equipment and funds to the CIA because he sent me back. But he didn't even say a word of thanks. What happened to him?"

"Nothing. We wanted to recruit him before, but he refused without even thinking about it. I thought you would be more familiar with him, so maybe you could help us put in a good word with him."

"No, I'm not familiar with him at all. We haven't had any contact since I came back." Tony shook his head. The actual situation was that he hadn't been able to contact that person for more than half a year, so he slowly forgot about him.

"Well, thank you for your trouble today. So, goodbye, Mr. Stark."

"It's better not to see you again. I have nothing to talk about with you agents."

In the CIA office building, Hong Chen opened his eyes with a smile on his face.

Moss's efforts paid off.

(End of this chapter)