I Possessed Iron Man

I Possessed Iron Man Chapter 3

"If that's the case, then don't be stunned, let's get started." Beard didn't expect it to be so smooth. He originally prepared a set of Man Qing ten for Stark. Great torture.

It's really a pity that it didn't work.

"Oh, dear Mr. Beard, I can work for you, but I need a stop and an absolutely safe and quiet house, I don't know about you-" Ye Qingyang, a veteran United Kingdom Gentleman's way.

"No problem, Sultan, you take Mr. Stark to Yinsen's room, I'm sure they will get along very well." Beard greeted.

A young militant with only two eyes showing in a hood came over.

Ye Qingyang bowed slightly, gave the bearded gentlemanly etiquette, and then followed the militant away.

"Head, are we really going to let him go? How did Obadiah explain?" asked the second-in-command of the armed base.

"Hehe, let him go? This Stark is a billionaire. And he's a weapons genius. With him here, he'll provide us with untold wealth and munitions, and I'll keep him forever We're stuck here, forever fighting for our great cause!" Beard's eyes were full of enthusiasm.

"Come in, I tell you, don't do any tricks, otherwise, I will make you suffer!" said the young militant.

as the saying goes

Ye Qingyang was obedient and nodded, and then walked into this seemingly familiar cave.

Don't look at the yellow sand outside, the air is hot and dry.

This cave is a place of charm and beauty, and the temperature is pleasant.

A middle-aged man with a Mediterranean hairstyle is fiddling with some electronics within cave.

I don't care who comes in at all.

Ye Qingyang recognized at a glance that this was the doctor who saved Tony Stank - Yinsen.

"You all be honest with me, don't play tricks!" the young militant reminded again.

But neither of them paid any attention to him. He closed the big iron door panting with rage, wondering if he would spit a few saliva into their meals later.

"Uh, introduce myself, I'm-" Ye Qingyang hasn't finished his words yet.

Yinsen doctor has blurted out

Legendary weapons developer -- Howard Stark's son -- Tony Stank, a playboy, billionaire, took over from your dad Howard Stank, the biggest in the beautiful country Arms Group, Stark Industries.

He started to build circuit boards at the age of four, built a V8 engine at the age of 6, graduated from the MIT Academy at the age of 17, and is known as a young genius.

Now the new CEO of Stark Industries.

"Am I right? Mr. Tony Stank?" Yinsen said sarcastically.

“Wuhu, so I’m so awesome?” Ye Qingyang laughed.

It turns out that being praised is such a cool thing, no wonder there are so many flattery elites.

This industry is really in short supply.

Since he entered this cave cell and saw the good old Yinsen, his heart was relieved.

Iron Man's Hellfire Combat Armor, Mark II mecha, was not in a hurry to summon him. First, he had a relationship with this self-sacrificing, Bethune-spirited Yinsen.

Yinsen is a genius in both mechanics and medicine, and he might be able to help him a lot in the future.

What the world lacks most is this kind of talent.

And I am in desperate need of this kind of help.

Of course, Stark before Ye Qingyang crossed over is also such a talent, but now Tony Stank can only be called a waste material.

The formation of the Mark-I mecha cannot be without the help of Yinsen.

The follow-up research and development of mecha also has to rely on Yinsen doctor, this is a man who is willing to sacrifice for himself!

"Hello, Yinsen doctor, I'll keep the story short." Ye Qingyang hurriedly trotted over to hold Yinsen's hands, and said with tears in his eyes, "I found you, Yinsen doctor—"

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What's the situation? What's happening here?

Yinsen doctor looked confused, this Tony Stank wouldn't be interested in men, would he?

Are all rich people perverted?

He broke free from Stank's warm hands "Mr. Stank, you have something to say, don't do anything."

"Yinsen, my old Yinsen, can you must help me." Stan cried for a while.

"Okay, Mr. Stark, let's talk about things first. I'm average, and my abilities are limited. If I can help, I'm willing to define it." Yinsen doctor is also a warmhearted person.

"Yinsen, I have a way to get us both out." Ye Qingyang lowered his voice suddenly.

"What way?" Yinsen was excited for a while, he knew that people at this level of Stark would not joke with people, especially with a stranger.

Because joking at the base of the armed group is equivalent to hitting a lantern in the toilet -- courting death.