I became a god in American comics

That night, the free New York City was still "peaceful".

Except for some masked men running around in the dark, hundreds of shootings and drug addicts in the dark, well, everything was peaceful.

In this free and peaceful atmosphere, the night faded and the sun rose.

Normal people can also go out of the house, have a cup of coffee, and embrace a new day of social life.

Stark Manor also gradually unfolded its vitality like the warm morning sun.

The maids smiled happily and began to prepare breakfast.

In the huge garden, a figure in a white training suit slowly practiced Tai Chi.

A burst of applause came, and Arnault came over wearing simple black shorts and a white short-sleeved shirt, clapping his hands.

"Chen's Tai Chi is very good."

Chen Jun finished his training and stood at attention, looking at the tall figure who was dressed simply but could not hide his majestic temperament like a lone mountain peak, and smiled:

"Is Mr. Stark also interested in Chinese Kung Fu? I have been fortunate to learn some real Kung Fu. If you are interested, I would be happy to teach you."

He had a good impression of the arms tycoon in front of him who was born in capital but was kind-hearted and had a good understanding and respect for Chinese culture, so he didn't mind teaching him some real skills.

Arnault looked at Chen Jun unexpectedly. He didn't expect that he was an ordinary doctor, but there was an unexpected surprise?

But he still shook his head:

"No, although Chinese Kung Fu is good, it doesn't help me."

"Well, that's a pity. I see that you have a high level of talent, and practicing Kung Fu will definitely get twice the result with half the effort."

Chen Jun didn't persuade much after hearing this, thinking that Arnault meant that he didn't need to do it himself because of his status, but it was a pity that Arnault's martial arts talent was visible to the naked eye.

Arno did not explain.

He knew that with his own strength, the so-called martial arts or other fighting skills could not help him much.

He only needed to master simple fighting skills. His random punch under absolute strength was more effective than any fighting skills in the world.

"Chen, how did you and Stephen prepare yesterday?"

When it came to business, Chen Jun's expression became serious: "We were well prepared, and there were basically no problems. Stephen is indeed a surgical genius. With the cooperation of him and me, we can have a success rate of 99%, not 100%.

Now we just have to wait for Stephen to wake up and the patient to arrive to start the operation."

Arno nodded with satisfaction. 99%, that's okay.

In his opinion, an operation with a success rate of less than 90% is a suicide, and he would not let Tony do it.

If it was 99%, there would be basically no problem.

Arno took out his mobile phone and called Tony.

For a long time.

Beep beep beep...

Arno was silent for a while and called again.

Beep, beep...

Arno turned his head and looked into the distance, only to see Tony hammering away at the basement of his villa, his cell phone still in the bedroom on the second floor.

Very good, let him prepare for the surgery the next day, you totally forgot about it, right?

He turned around and called Pepper's cell phone.

"Boss... Arno, is there anything?"

Pepper, who was rushing to Tony's villa, answered Arno's call while driving.

Hearing Pepper's calm tone, Arno knew that she had overcome the psychological barrier.

What a shit luck, Tony!

Arno sighed at Tony's bad luck again in his heart.

"Pepper, you are going to Tony's villa now, he is in the basement, when you get there, ask him to come to my manor immediately to prepare for the surgery, tell him that if he doesn't come within two hours, I will restore the scrap copper and iron he made to its original state."

Pepper was flustered when he heard this, surgery? What surgery? Is Tony injured?

After taking a few deep breaths, her strong psychological quality and professional ethics made her choose not to ask at this time.

"I understand, I will ask Tony to come over immediately."

"Well, thank you for your hard work. And step on the brakes now, and leave in half a minute."

After saying that, Arnault hung up the phone.

Pepper was a little confused when she heard this, but she stopped the car after seeing that there was no car behind her.

Buzz...

Just a few seconds after she stopped, a heavy truck driving in the opposite direction drove out at the sharp turn in front, which made Pepper understand what Arnault meant.

She stared blankly at the heavy truck passing by her, swallowed her saliva, and her back was wet with cold sweat.

This sharp turn of the mountain road could not see the situation ahead at all. If Arnault had not reminded her just now, she would have collided with the heavy truck.

But how did he know?

Beep beep beep!!!

A burst of rapid horn sounds interrupted her thinking, and the car behind was already urging her.

She had to put aside her doubts and stepped on the gas.The door drove towards Tony's house.

Arno, who was far away in the manor, saw that Pepper was safe and sound, so he retracted his gaze.

He was very satisfied with this sister-in-law, and she was worth his attention.

So even if Pepper didn't listen to him and continued to move forward, Arno would not watch her die.

He could also save Pepper and even her Audi before the vehicle hit.

"Chen, go have breakfast first. The patient is estimated to take two or three hours to arrive. After breakfast, we will play chess with me.

We will start when he arrives. There is a specially prepared operating room in the manor."

Chen Jun certainly had no objection: "Just follow Mr. Stark's arrangement."

The restaurant in that building was messed up by Wanda yesterday, and it was still being cleaned up.

So the two chatted and walked towards another restaurant.

Arno was having a good chat, while Deadpool on the other side was full of Fuck.

"Fuck! Brother San, you mean your car is out of gas, and I have to walk to Stark Manor, which is more than ten kilometers away, right?"

Deadpool, wearing a red tights, picked up the honest and simple Indian driver.

The Indian driver looked at the double knives and pistols behind Deadpool, and raised his hands very skillfully:

"Um, sorry sir, all the money was robbed from my last order last night, so I have no money to refuel. I wanted to use the money from the first order today to refuel, but I didn't expect you to go so far..."

"Wardfa! But it's less than ten kilometers out of the city! How far is it?!"

"The person who robbed me yesterday also took most of the gas in my car..."

Deadpool was speechless now, this unlucky child.

"Boy, you don't even have a gun to be a driver in America. Who else can I rob? Remember to bring a gun next time, fuck!"

Deadpool threw the Indian driver into the yellow taxi and walked forward along the road angrily.

He kept whispering to comfort himself:

"Just think of it as a morning walk. I just had indigestion after eating the breakfast made by the blind old woman. Just think of it as a morning run to help digestion..."

The Indian guy looked at Deadpool who was walking and kicking stones on the roadside angrily and said weakly: "Sir..."

Deadpool drew his knife and turned back angrily: "Shut up! I'm in a good mood to let you go today. If you dare to say another word, I will stuff you into the anus of the Indian lizard!"