Marvel Begins with Karna’s Gift

manhattan island,

No. Lowell Street Commercial Services,

I don’t know since when, a strange shop appeared on this busiest commercial street in Manhattan. The name of the shop is written in Chinese, and there is a small string of English hanging below. .biqugev

"Mystery Jar Shop!"

This is the name of that strange shop, and the owner of the shop is a gringo with black hair and black eyes. He always has a slight smile and looks gentle and harmless to humans and animals.

As for the products sold in the store, they are even stranger.

There are ceramic jars that look like handicrafts that emit various lights. Some are brand new and some are worn. No one knows what is in the jars. The banner hanging outside the store is also very confusing: "I want to be a superhero." Well, here is the answer you are looking for."

"superhero!"

Words like this always make the children passing by stop and look at the store curiously.

It's strange to say that there are always all kinds of strange reports appearing in newspapers recently. A strange guy named 'Iron Man', who has a bad reputation and is not bad at all, is doing things to save the world. A while ago, someone came close to In a small town near Afghanistan, a group of rebels was wiped out.

And the instigator of this incident was none other than Iron Man.

In short, the name of superhero gradually appeared in people's sight.

"Hey, you said that the owner of that strange shop is so extravagant that he did such a meaningless thing in such a prosperous commercial area. If that shop were mine, I would definitely make him a fortune every day."

"Stop daydreaming, the bricks of Brooklyn are still waiting for you to sweat."

"By the way, why don't we talk about this superhero thing?"

"What's there to talk about? Is it possible that that kind of ability is still kept in a jar?"

"I guess he's just an idiot who took advantage of his gimmick and popularity."

"Go, go, nothing to see."

The discussion gradually faded away, and Qiao lay on the wicker chair and read the newspaper nonchalantly.

Whenever he passed by this strange little shop, someone would always stop and comment, and Joe was already used to it.

It's a pity that just joking discussions still can't solve the deserted business.

Shaking his head, Joe returned his gaze to the newspaper.

After Tony's time, he increasingly felt that newspapers were a good place to collect information.

Just when Joe lowered his head to look at the hug, a sudden loud roar came from far away and stopped at the door of the store. Joe looked up and saw a convertible sports car parked in front of the door. A sexy man wearing a floral shirt and sunglasses Uncle Bao walked in with a twist and said hello to Qiao who was sitting on the wicker chair.

"My friend, it looks like business is going well."

"Oh, thank you for your blessing, I hate American humor."

After glancing at Tony, Joe paid no attention to him, picked up a chair and sat down, then continued, saying somewhat sadly, "I avenged Ethan, and I even erected a monument for him in the cemetery. "

"I see."

Qiao raised the newspaper in his hand and said.

"I hope this will make me feel less guilty."

"You don't need to feel guilty. This is his choice and his destiny."

Looking at Tony, who seemed to be still obsessed with Ethan's death, Joe put down the newspaper in his hand to comfort him.

"I know, but he died because of it."

Seeing his depressed look, Qiao sighed and stood up from the wicker chair, walked to the beverage machine, took a glass of orange juice and handed it to him, saying, "It looks like that thing is well developed."

"It's okay, it's just a simple upgrade."

"But I suddenly remembered something in the past few days. It seems that I left the first-generation drawings in the cave and forgot to destroy them." Taking the orange juice from Qiao, Tony looked at Qiao with a wry smile and said.

Very few people knew about Iron Man, so Tony naturally didn't know who to talk to.

"That's what you said, I've already destroyed it for you."

After hearing his words, Qiao smiled casually and said something.

"real or fake?"

Tony was startled when he heard Joe's words and asked quickly.

"real."

"That's really reliable."

Tony breathed a sigh of relief, feeling relieved. Apparently this matter had almost become his inner demon, especially since the thing was left behind at the base of those murderous monsters.

Tony wasn't worried that Joe was lying.

Because both of them have their own secrets, and Joe has far more secrets than he thought,

Besides, there was no need for him to lie to himself about this matter.

"You have helped me so much, how should I repay you?"

"Repay?" Hearing Tony's words, Joe was stunned for a moment, then shook his head in confusion, "You really do the math, but forget it, if you want to repay me, just open a few jars."

It seemed that it was not only because of Tony's arrival but also because the sports car in front of the door was too cool. In short, a lot of melon-eating people had gathered at the door of the jar shop. There were old people, children, and ladies looking at the place curiously. The exchange between a wealthy and famous playboy and a strange shop owner,

Although I don’t know the reason, one thing is certain,

This guy's influence in New York is really scary.

"It sounds interesting. How do you play it?"

He turned his head and looked at several jars with different lights placed in the glass display case and asked.

"There is a price list on the wall, and the price of each reserve tank is different." Joe pointed to the price list hanging on the wall, then looked at the biggest dog owner in New York and asked, "How many do you want?"

"several?"

Tony was stunned for a moment, then added, "Are you kidding me?"

"I want all the jars you have here."

The dignified words clearly show the style of a big dog.

Joe rolled his eyes, not bothering to talk nonsense with such a stupid and rich second-rate person. He took out jars of different colors one after another from under the display cabinet, pushed them in front of Tony, and said.

"Only ten jars of various colors are supplied every day, forty in total!"

"A normal level reserve tank costs 50 knives, a blue level reserve tank costs 150 knives, a secret level reserve tank costs 250 knives, and a gold level reserve tank costs 500 knives, a total of knives."

Shrugging, Joe stretched out his hand and handed it to Tony.

And this idiot didn't even hesitate. He took out a bunch of US knives with a face value of 100 from his wallet, counted them and handed them to Qiao. He waved his hand and said proudly,

"This is ten thousand, and the rest is your tip."

After Joe took the money, he put it into his pocket without even counting it, handed a prepared gavel to Tony and said, "This thing is for luck. If you are lucky, it may bring you unexpected gains. "

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