Marvel's Chinese Superhero System

Chapter 143 We are also men who spend several dollars every minute!
A few days later, Stark had a new reactor on his chest.

Cliff Villa, in Starkdi's private studio.

Three monitors were erected on the desktop with the word "pin". Stark called up the live video of the press conference a few days ago and captured the picture of Qin Shou. After contemplating for a while, he ordered Rijavis to search Qin Shou's personal information.

Twenty minutes later, all of Qin Shou's superficial information was displayed on the screen, including his biography, age, family composition, time when he came to the United States, and even the school he attended and his grades.

"Sir, these are all the information I can find." A mechanical voice sounded in the studio.

"Why did it take so long?"

"I'm sorry sir, because someone is deliberately protecting Qin Shou's private information, it took me some time to crack it."

"Who, the government?" Stark's eyes moved.

"It's just one of them, sir. And it took me less than a minute to crack the government's firewall. In comparison, the other firewall is much stronger, but I can't find out who wrote it." Jia There was some apology in Weiss' tone, but this apology was obviously deliberate, and it was not yet human-like and natural.

"Hmph, apart from that Asian guy, I really can't think of anyone else in this world who can make you helpless when it comes to the Internet."

"But he still can't compare with you."

"Of course." Stark's face showed a look of contempt, but then, when he carefully read Qin Shou's information on the screen, especially when he saw the age line, his expression couldn't help but become strange.

"He lied to me that he looked young, but he was really only 17 years old!? I thought he must be at least 27 years old!" Stark marveled at the same time, calling out all the information about crows that he could find on the Internet The video of Crow’s deeds on the Internet flashed on the screen.

Intercept the bus, save the hijacked airliner, rescue people from the burning building, fight with all kinds of monsters, and have their hair destroyed by bullets, deliver babies, etc., of course, more than 200 people died in his hands life.

Although most of these people went to court and were imprisoned for life, Stark was still shocked. After all, this was a 17-year-old kid, a few months shy of turning [-]!
"He's really not a good boy... By the way, he still smokes!" Stark couldn't help sighing, and then he remembered that Qin Shou had lit a cigar in front of him in the toilet, and he was so old-fashioned Patting myself on the shoulder and saying things like "Happy birthday~" and "I look forward to working with you one day~".

The more Stark thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. He was a 17-year-old kid, just like my father, and he didn't even refute it. He was so angry just thinking about it.

But Jarvis seems to be a little different from his statement. In order to give himself and his boss a more comprehensive thinking, he added: "However, according to the facts, his grades in school have always been among the best, and he is of high moral character. He has acted bravely many times, and even Received a letter of commendation from the New York Police Department.

And I admire his motto: 'With great power comes great responsibility, which is my gift and my curse. '. "

"But it can't cover up the fact that he smokes as a minor! I must find an opportunity to educate him!"

Although he said such words, Stark had a childlike smile on his face. He naturally believed in Qin Shou's character, after all, he was the one who saved his life.He just wanted to find an opportunity to take revenge for what Qin Shou did to him in the toilet. Well, he wanted to be like a father educating his children.

Thinking like this, the smile on Stark's face became more and more obscene.

"Then do you need me to send him an invitation? Sir." As a meticulous butler, Jarvis naturally understands his master's thoughts.

"No, don't be in a hurry. I'll send it to him on Saturday. We still have things to do." This is because Qin Shou usually has to go to class, and Stark also wants to start designing a new steel Battle suit.

After closing the window of Qin Shou's information, Stark operated on the keyboard for a while, "Jarvis, I want to create a new project file, the index is called Mark 2."

As he said that, Stark used an operating pen to move the data of Mark 1 on the computer to the [-]D projection table aside, and built a three-dimensional model.

"Are these going to be placed in Stark Industries' data center?" Jarvis asked.

Put the operating pen into the trouser pocket, and came to the three-dimensional stage: "To be honest, I don't know who to trust now... save it on my private server first, unless I ask you to change it."

"So it's a secret project, isn't it, sir?"

"I don't want these to fall into the wrong hands... Maybe I can do something good in my hands."

"Fighting alone is not a good choice. Maybe you should find some support. According to the evaluation, Qin Shou should be trustworthy enough. You like him very much, don't you, sir?" Jarvis suggested.

"Don't make me sound like a gay Jarvis, and I can't always get a kid involved in these things."

"I mean psychological help, sir. After all, not everything is shared with Ms. Pepper."

The operation in Stark's hands suddenly stopped: "Maybe..."

……

In the desert of Afghanistan, the sun is scorching, the sky is full of wind and sand, let alone opening your eyes, if you don't have enough face protection, it will be difficult to breathe.

In such a harsh environment, it was said that the pickup truck team was parked in the desert, and dozens of militants from the Ten Rings Gang were searching for the fragments of Mark One under the desolate sandy soil with shovels and various crude tools. .

A member of the Ten Rings gang pushed aside the sand on the ground with his hands, revealing a rough gray steel mask.

……

On Saturday, the streets of Queens.

Qin Shou drove the fast food truck to the street as usual and started the business. Although he has already entered the third year of high school, with his current mind, he does not need to spend too much experience in learning.

With the upgrades time and time again, Qin Shou not only became stronger physically, but his mental strength was also growing. Qin Shou even found that he could achieve a photographic memory. It's amazing.

But Fulan doesn't have this kind of ability, so she still needs to review her homework at home, but for Qin Shou, it is more than enough for Qin Shou to manage the fast food truck by himself.

Many people even come here to buy boxed lunches, which are really delicious, but they also want to appreciate Qin Shou's dazzling operations.

It's a pity that I can't hold a cigar in my mouth, so I can smoke it and fry it, otherwise I will be more handsome. There is no way, who made New York law stipulate that smoking in public places will be fined and detained for one to five days.

Therefore, no one would dare to smoke on the street except in some unregulated areas, especially when the Qinshou fast food truck is less than 100 meters away from a police car, smoking cigars here is purely for death.

And just as Qin Shou was beaming with joy, watching the green bills come in one after another, he suddenly heard a text message from his mobile phone.

Although the environment is noisy, Qin Shou is a superhuman after all, so it is not surprising to hear the notification sound, even while he is busy, he still has the energy to take out his mobile phone to see who is sending it.

"Huh? It turned out to be Stark..." Looking at the invitation message on his phone, Qin Shou smiled contemptuously, and replied: "Hmph, the person who costs several dollars every minute, you call him whenever you want? Trouble Can you pay attention to your identity? Wait until my little master sells out the lunch boxes before going!"

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To be continued
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