Lawful Black Dragon in Marvel

"To show my sincerity, I can treat your injuries first."

The black mk6 stretched out his hand, and the green magic circle enveloped Stark. In just a moment, the magic circle disappeared, as if there was a flash of green light.

Stark moved his neck and broke the plaster on the table. His slightly fractured arm could move freely, and the swollen areas had recovered as before.

"Huh, that feels good. Maybe you're not the enemy, so tell me about your deal." Tony's hand quietly made some small movements, hinting to Jarvis that he was videotaping the entire process.

"This set of armor can be exchanged for cash." Black mk6 pointed at himself.

Tony knocked on the armor plate, and there was basically no sound, as if it was covered with a layer of sound-absorbing cotton. "I'm sorry, I can't quite see what's special about this whole set of armor."

"You can test it, if you are not satisfied with the style, I can change it at any time"

"Well, since you said so, I'm not polite Jarvis, start mk7"

Stark opened his hands, ready to dress.

"Sir, mk7 cannot lock your current position. I think the repair just now may not be completed yet."

"I just need the laser, Jarvis."

"Okay, sir."

After struggling for a while, Stark equipped only one arm with a large group of exposed lines connected to external energy. After starting it, he fired two laser beams and screamed wildly at the black mk6 breastplate.

3 minutes later

Jarvis reminded Stark: "Sir, you have consumed the energy of six micro-reactors."

"Huh" Stark took a deep breath and stopped shooting.

Looking at the place where he had chewed for 3 minutes, there was no visible damage to the naked eye, and the palm of his hand was only slightly warm to the touch.

"Jarvis, check the damage"

"Sorry for the damage, sir, the surface damage does not exceed 0.02. This metal material has no matching data in the database and does not belong to any known metal on the earth."

Stark turned around, moved his left arm that was still wrapped in a plaster, and asked, "How much do you want?"

“I’ll take as much cash as you’re willing to give me.”

"Then you don't mind if I call." Stark took out his phone and dialed out Pepper's number.

"Please."

About 10 minutes later, Pepper Potts kicked a metal-clad suitcase down the stairs and complained, "What do you want with so much cash at home?"

Next, I saw Stark gesticulating on a pile of floating iron plates. Each time, he could make a slight adjustment to the iron plates. When put together, the appearance was more angular than the mk6, and it had more micro-firepower. Location.

"Pepper, thank you for your hard work."

Pepper pushed the box in front of Stark, pushed aside the suspended metal plates piece by piece, and asked, "This is your new invention."

"Yeah, not really."

"What's the meaning"

The moment Botz frowned and questioned, he suddenly saw the surrounding metal plates all coming together to form an armor with no built-in system, only an empty shell.

But "it" is extremely humane, like a traditional Chinese gentleman, bending down and extending his right hand: "Hello, Miss Potts, it is my honor to meet you."

Pepper was startled, and she carefully placed her hand on the steel hand and asked: "Ah, is that you, Jarvis?"

"Sorry, Miss Potts, this armor is not under my control."

The steel visor lightly touched the back of Pepper's hand, completing the ceremony.

Stark suddenly stepped between the two of them, and after giving some suggestions for fine-tuning, he pointed at the box of almost forty kilograms and said, "Why did you take the money away? This armor is already mine."

"You don't need to worry about this. I hope you won't investigate who I am afterwards. After all, I can appear by your side at any time, in any form."

"Is this a threat?" Stark asked.

"You know, the real threat is not me."

As he spoke, the armor placed the box on the ground, knelt down on one knee, and pressed one hand on the surface of the box. Some energy invisible to the naked eye was transmitted from the armor to the box, and a black skull and dragon head pattern gradually appeared on the box.

"Well, Mr. Stark, Miss Pepper, we will see you again."

After saying these words, the box suddenly disappeared, and the armor remained motionless in a half-kneeling position.

"Hey, are you leaving?"

Stark raised his hand and swung it back and forth in front of the black armor. The other party didn't react at all. Pepper touched it quietly, and the armor instantly shattered to the ground.

As night fell, Anita kept watch over Faneuil. He remained motionless for at least six hours.

Daisy had already slept twice, probably because of the "water of life". In one afternoon, the little girl's feet were beyond the coverage of the swaddling clothes.

Moreover, the teeth in the mouth have grown neatly, and the two upper front teeth are a bit premature. When you giggle, you look like a little rabbit.

"Ah"

After a moment of confusion, Faniel stood up and walked to the bench, showing a rare smile, finally looking like a ten-year-old child.

"I have money."

As he spoke, Faneuil took out a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket and waved it in front of Anita, feeling a little proud of himself.

Faneuil was certainly not happy about the money.

It's just fun. It's not common for Stark to be so arrogant and jealous.

Faneuil stood in front of the glass wall, overlooking the sea.

"Why do we live so high? If there is a power outage and the elevator is out of service, we have to climb thirty floors." Anita was a little confused.

Faniel glanced at her and didn't answer.

Why else? Isn’t this the same as the birth of the Tao Te Ching? Because I am happy with it.

"I'm going to look for food."

Faniel dropped four words and disappeared on the spot.

Anita threw herself on the sofa, looked at Daisy crawling all over the floor, and couldn't help mumbling.

"It's always like this, disappearing as soon as you disagree."

In the center of the Atlantic Ocean, in the water 400 meters deep, a little man suddenly appeared, hugged the swordfish that wanted to escape, and brought it into Fanier's newly opened sub-space "food".

In human social activities, food storage is too important.

Faneuil returned to his original shape, dashing left and right in the sea, sucking everything he could eat into his mouth, including the two humpback whales, one of which was eaten and the other was stored.

After almost eating, the sea area was basically cleared.

Then he turned into a human form and collected shellfish near the coast. After basically making sure that the "dry food" and "snacks" were enough for a period of time, he teleported back to the apartment.

The first sentence was to ask Anita: "Can you cook seafood?"

Anita nodded, "Probably."

Faneuil walked into the kitchen and filled the pool with various kinds of conches and seashells, with a swordfish weighing more than 200 kilograms weighed on top.

"Please."

"Well, I think we should buy some milk powder for Daisy first. She grows too fast and needs a larger size of clothes. It's time to replenish diapers. There is a shortage of toilet paper. She may also need a baby walker."

Anita turned around silently, rattled off a lot of products, then went out on her own and took the elevator downstairs.

Faniel had no choice but to move a bench himself, step on it, remove the bone spurs from the swordfish, cut it into pieces, put a small part in the refrigerator, and put the rest in the "food" sub-space.

Then handle the seashells and conches with bare hands, which means breaking open the shells, taking out the meat, and washing away the dirt. Faneuil will also keep some of the nice-looking ones as collectibles.

After all, collecting is the unified habit of all dragon species.

After completing the pre-processing, Fanier put down his work, turned on the Internet TV, and searched for methods of cooking shellfish and swordfish.