American Comics: The Invincible Wheel of Fortune

It was Aaron's "no reservations" that he shared everything with Gwen except the identity of the time traveler and system plug-ins, which made Gwen feel extra at ease.

Gwen was already troubled by not being able to tell her family about the spider gene.

But at least there is Aron who can share the secret without reservation and bear it together, which is great.

Gwen could actually vaguely feel that Aaron had a deepest secret, even a very stressful burden, which was hidden deep in his heart and endured silently.

But Gwen really doesn't care anymore.

Gwen believed that Aron would not harm her, but would only consider her wholeheartedly, and that was enough.

Otherwise, he would not even tell her this magical ability without reservation, or even pass it on to her at any cost.

Aaron chose to endure it silently, and Gwen would also choose to support it silently.

Is Aaron suffering in silence?

To be honest, yes.

Don't look at the fact that Aaron has recently drawn two high-level cards, but they are just step-by-step improvements. A few hundred points of attribute improvement are enough compared to the current situation, but for the future, he will play the Hulk and engage in cosmic family planning with a snap of his fingers. What’s the difference between purple sweet potato essence and purple sweet potato essence?

It's just an ant turning into a stronger ant.

The limit of super character cards is another level for Aaron, because it is no longer based on attribute values. The attribute range is 1000~? ? ? .

No explanation of the higher levels of mystical energy is given either.

Aaron is now a tormentor and can do it very well, but compared to the overall strength of the entire multiverse, it is neither too high nor too low.

A pressure-free beating under the Hulk, not to mention the Snapping King Purple Potato King, it is on the level of Odin and Dormammu. Aron still can't imagine its power.

Just like when Aaron saw the host of the Phoenix Force and the sporadic power of the Phoenix Force, he would hide as far away as possible.

There is no end to becoming stronger, and cheating is inevitable.

On the other side of the world, Russia.

Siberia, Vladivostok.

It's still the crisp autumn season in Midi, and it's even late summer on the south coast, but it's already freezing and snowing here.

It was windy and snowy, and even at noon, it was gloomy like evening, and many lights were already on the streets.

Dark places in streets and alleys.

A tall, muscular middle-aged white man with broad shoulders and a round waist, who looked a bit like an upright bear.

He also has a pair of slightly exaggerated strong long arms and big hands like cattail leaf fans.

It looks even longer and thicker than Hawkeye Clint's long arms.

It's like two gorilla arms sticking out from a bear's shoulders.

The upper body is only wearing a shirt and leather jacket, and the lower body is only a pair of jeans and leather boots. The leather jacket is still open, which is similar to the dress of the people here in Midi.

It seemed that the biting cold had no effect on it at all.

It is very in line with the character of a fighting nation, with a bottle of vodka attacking the sky, the earth, and the air.

This man has slightly curly, semi-long hair, a beard, a deep scar under his left eye, several gold teeth visible from his mouth, wearing sunglasses and holding a toothpick.

But this man was not at all arrogant or arrogant.

Instead, he is calm and restrained, and his fierce aura is not released.

It's like a black iron heavy sword without a blade. It looks as black as a fire stick, but when swung, it has the power to crack mountains and crack rocks.

This man had just sent away a tightly wrapped young man of Asian descent, using a small bag of something unknown in exchange for an envelope.

The man easily pulled out the items from the envelope, and his thick and long fingers as thick as a small carrot were extremely dexterous and stable.

Inside the envelope was a passport. His name was Boris Todinov, which was completely different from the "Ivan" the Asian young man had just called him.

There is also a ticket that says "F1 Grand Prix Monaco - the highest prize money in history."

"Anton, wait a moment, it will be done soon..." The middle-aged man took out a necklace from his pocket, kissed the cross pendant, murmured to himself, put the envelope in his arms, and faced the sky full of people. Wind and snow, striding away at the end of the alley...

Manhattan, Stark Tower.

Tony's private gym.

There was an endless sound of gloves hitting protective gear.

Tony Stark and his bodyguard and driver Big Fat Happy are having a great time in the ring.

But while the big fat man only wore a T-shirt and boxing shorts, Tony was dressed in three layers, with a sports vest on the outside of his hoodie.

The indoor environment is 25 degrees Celsius, so wearing short sleeves is appropriate, just like standing under the boxing ring, wearing a T-shirt and sweatpants, acting as a time traveler for the crowd of onlookers.

As expected, Tony was sweating profusely. He had been exercising for only ten minutes, and his whole body looked like he had just been fished out of the water.

It's not that Tony wants to lose weight. If he really wants to lose weight, he won't be so high on donuts, cheeseburgers, and pizza.

Aaron knew that Tony was using a lot of exercise and sweating to get rid of more toxins.

Palladium toxin.

This is also the reason why this guy has been able to maintain strong energy in recent times.

To outsiders, Tony seems to be more energetic and healthier, but Aaron knows that Tony is really stimulating his life potential.

And for him, an old playboy, his body, which had been hollowed out by drinking and sex, was more like squeezing and squeezing out the last of his life potential than stimulating him.

If it hadn't been for the fact that Tony stole the show at the hearing two days ago, making it impossible for congressmen and Justin Hammer to step down, and then gave up the position of CEO of Stark Group to Pepper Potts.

This time I asked Alon to come, and invited Aron to go to Monaco to have fun together, to make up for the missed appointment last time because I had to go to the hearing.

Aaron really lost his temper and did something.

Now, you can take a closer look.

"Pay attention to the rhythm. Your breathing and steps must match the rhythm of your attack... Hi, Piper."

Aaron casually watched the two rookies pecking each other in the boxing ring, giving random instructions from time to time, but suddenly turned his head, just in time to say hello to the little Pepper Potts who had just entered.

"Hi, Aaron, we're here, welcome." Pepper Potts changed her hair style. It was no longer a blond high ponytail, but dyed golden red, and changed to a shawl.

It is no longer the small suit and one-step skirt of the past, but an elegant and elegant formal suit with many fashion elements.

Now that you are a CEO, your image naturally needs to be changed. People feel refreshed during happy events, and their temperament is completely different.

It can be said that it is quite fast to get into the role.

Pepper Potts only spoke a few words to Aaron, and then his voice was slightly too high: "Tony, I'm telling you, I'm urging you to complete the handover procedures this one and only time."

Pepper Potts was actually quite uneasy. A super group with a market value of 100 billion was handed over to her like this. It was really stressful.

Because of this, there was basically no reaction to Tony's various performances.

In addition, the pressure in Tony's heart was many times greater than that of Pepper Potts. Pepper turned a blind eye to his various reactions and became more and more irritable.

The two of them are almost becoming enemies.

It was like right now, Tony had no intention of talking to each other, and his attention was not on Pepper Potts, and certainly not on Aaron and Big Fat Happy.

Instead, look at another person.

A graceful, almost enchanting figure just walked in.