i screwed up marvel

Chapter 45 Stark sells blood
Colonel Roddy had just finished dealing with the media when he received a call from General Ross.

"I'm Thaddeus Ross, James, I heard that you are now the military's liaison officer at Stark Industries."

"Yes, General!"

When Rody heard that it was the famous General Ross, he immediately cheered up.

"Don't be nervous, I just want to know about Stark's situation and see if it is possible to cooperate with him further."

"Okay, General, do you want me to give you his number?"

When Colonel Roddy heard this, he was slightly relieved.

"Do not."

General Ross said: "You know I have his phone number. I want to know his latest situation, especially some special events."

Colonel Roddy opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment, he hesitated and said: "He? Ah, oh, I just hosted a media conference."

General Ross frowned: "Oh? What do you mean? I watched TV. You just said at the press conference that an air force exercise crashed a plane, and there was a military conflict in a Middle Eastern town? What does this have to do with Stark?"

Roddy hurriedly said: "Ah! That's right, as you know, Stark closed the weapons department, so recently I don't have much contact with Stark Industries, and I work more as a liaison officer at the air force base, and sometimes as a liaison officer." a spokesperson."

General Ross instinctively felt that there was something wrong with his tone, so he didn't continue, saying: "Let's do this first, if there is anything about Stark, I hope you can communicate with me, although I am not your superior, but this It's all for the benefit of the military."

"Yes, General!"

Colonel Roddy said loudly.

After General Ross hung up the phone, he pressed on the intercom: "Send the record of my call just now to Martin King, let him analyze what Colonel Roddy is nervous about, and tell him that we need a chance to get Stark out Some blood."

Martin had just completed a [-]-meter sprint, and his lungs became bellows, but he felt very refreshed.

After resting for 2 minutes, I ran another 5000 meters immediately, but it was just a fast run, not an accelerated run like a sprint.

The preparation before this strengthening was very good, not only for running, but also for other exercises, and Betty made records beside her.

"Punch for 5 minutes?"

"Ok."

……

"Let's rest for a few minutes, then drink water and eat something."

"OK."

……

"Flip a tire for 5 minutes."

"As ordered!"

……

A ton and a half of mine cart waste tires were like inflatable toys in Martin's hands, and they turned over as soon as he bent down and raised his hand.

After flipping bang bang for 2 minutes, Martin felt that he couldn't do it.

"Add weight, it's a waste of time."

Betty raised her eyebrows and nodded in surprise: "Okay, you decide."

Martin used the prepared steel to connect the other tire together in two or three strokes to form a huge barbell.

Grab the handles at your waist, lift them up to your shoulders, and then overhead.

There is no difficulty, but there is already a heavy feeling.

"Just the right weight!"

Betty watched Martin still move freely, and shook her head sighing: "It's so abnormal."

When the sky darkened, Martin ended today's training.

"Eat whatever you want at night, I'll stir two bags of cement."

Betty put away her notebook and jumped off the chair on the steps: "I'm going to cook a pot of noodles and fry three steaks."

Martin smiled and winked at Betty: "Okay, let me eat next."

Bell, the orange cat, followed Betty into the room, bared his teeth at Martin's feet as he passed by, expressing his displeasure at him for making a lot of noise all afternoon.

Martin said in a cloyingly sweet, sickly tone, "Hi! Baby Belle! I'll see you at dinner later!"

There's no way, this elusive boss can't be provoked.

He felt that even if he completed the second reinforcement, he should still be unable to defeat this big orange cat.

Bell ran up and couldn't even see a shadow, how to fight?
If it's dark, you won't be able to see clearly if it doesn't run, let alone fight!

I had no choice but to coax me to come.

"Phantom Bell! Help me get three steaks from the refrigerator!"

Hearing Betty's shout, Martin smiled and turned to look for cement and sand in the storage room.

He was going to pour concrete into the tires and put some weight on the two minecart tires for training tomorrow.

He believes that tomorrow he will be able to lift five tons as easily as today.

"Martin! There is a new email notification on the computer, help me check it out if you have time!"

"okay!"

Before his hands were dirty, Martin put down his tools and went inside to have a look.

It was a recording of the call sent by General Ross's subordinates, along with a brief explanation.

"Colonel Roddy?"

Martin laughed: "Poor guy, it must be hard to wipe Stark's ass."

With that said, he picked up his cell phone and called General Ross.

"Hi old man!"

Martin exclaimed cheerfully.

Betty in the kitchen heard it, frowned and poked her head out, pointed at him and stared at him, signaling him not to cause trouble.

Martin gave her a wink, reassuring her.

"Don't talk nonsense, what is Colonel Roddy hiding from me?"

Martin laughed, "Yes, he lied at the press conference, the plane did not crash during a drill, but crashed after being hit by a humanoid aircraft.

The other Middle Eastern town, um, is Stark, that is, he used his Mark armor to fly to the place where he was captured to take revenge, and on the way back, he had a misunderstanding with the Air Force plane. "

General Ross frowned first, and then showed joy: "Are you sure?"

Martin repeatedly said: "Don't worry! No problem! Really! It's truer than gold!"

"Dudu-"

Listening to the hang up sound, Martin curled his lips: "I don't know why."

At dinner, Martin told Betty about it, "I thought your dad was going to ask about Stark's individual armor, to be honest, it's more reliable than any super soldier, but he didn't continue to ask .”

Betty knew what was going on as soon as she heard it, put down the tableware and explained: "I know about this, but actually I just need Tony to contribute a little more serum. My father probably wants to use this incident as an excuse to get Tony to donate blood on his own initiative."

Suddenly, Martin frowned and asked, "Since when did you call Tony so natural, I prefer to call him Big Shit."

Betty smiled and gave him a sideways glance: "I call the subjects' names very naturally, after all, I often take notes, such as Jerry..."

"Death!"

Martin hurriedly raised his hand and called to stop: "I solemnly declare again, that old man Jerry has long since left us, and I handled it myself. Forget about it, let him rest in peace."

Betty laughed, looked up suddenly, and said in surprise, "What's outside?"

Martin turned his head and saw the familiar red and yellow armor in his memory.

"Hey! Stark!"

Martin got up enthusiastically to greet him, and laughed loudly: "Say Stark, and Stark will be there."

Stark opened his mask, faced Martin and Betty, and forced a smile on his face: "Hi! Looking at your dinner, I suddenly feel a little happy, at least my cheeseburger tastes better than your noodles and steak Some."

As he spoke, he put a box in his hand on the coffee table in the living room.

Betty was still looking at Stark's armor in surprise: "Your new invention?"

Martin shook his head: "It's not a new invention. This should be the third version. Speaking of which, I'm still the first pilot of this armor."

Stark froze for a moment, thought for a while and nodded helplessly: "It's just that you took advantage of it. If it wasn't for not charging it well at that time, I definitely wouldn't give it to you for the first time."

Betty has come to her senses: "Don't worry about the first time, the box is so big? It doesn't look like a blood sample."

Martin laughed and said, "No way, straight men always care about the first time."

Stark tapped his finger on the box and said "Unlock".

Voiceprint unlock.

Stark rushed the box to Martin: "Here are the height-increasing shoes you ordered. I hope you like them. There is no way if you don't like them. There is no after-sales service."

After finishing speaking, the leg storage box of Mark's battle armor was opened, and a tube of reagents came out. Stark handed it to Betty: "This is what General Ross wants. It seems that it is right for you."

Martin joked: "I didn't expect Stark to sell blood one day, but we can't blame us for this. It's all General Ross' fault."

Stark looked worried: "That's right, I didn't expect that the famous General Ross would take advantage of others' danger. Besides, if a tube of blood is worth [-] million, would you sell it?"

As long as he pays ten milliliters of blood, no one will ask him to pay for the F22 fighter jet.

Of course, he wasn't short of money, but he didn't want anyone to hold on to this matter in the future.

Martin picked up his custom-made height-increasing shoes, looked up and blinked: "I sell ten tubes!"

Stark finally laughed out: "You bastard!"

(End of this chapter)