When Valoran meets the hero of American comics

"Now, it's time for you to choose, Iron Man." Jhin said to Iron Man suspended in mid-air: "Continue to have a meaningless fight with me here, or go to New York City where you are needed to calm down the chaos. , the choice is yours."

Saying "The choice is yours", the masked man bent sideways and raised his left arm, as if leading the opponent to the stage, obviously having made a decision for Tony.

"Smug guy..."

Tony Stark looked at the opponent's "everything is under control" look and wished he could give him a hand cannon.

However, the idea was not put into action. Through the previous confrontation, Tony had already understood the gap between him and the masked man, and knew that it would be difficult for him to hit the opponent, even if he used tracking missiles and intensive laser bombing.

For the first time, Stark felt powerless against his suit. This feeling was even more intense when Yuanji fought against Yi.

After all, although the boy was agile and his weapons were powerful, he certainly couldn't detonate micro-missiles in the air like the other boy did, disappear suddenly from the same place, and then suddenly appear on the other side.

"Superpowers... this is another system, but it cannot be separated from the category of energy. It just requires more data and research."

There is an invisible force field outside the masked man's body, which blocks further detection by Jarvis, so Tony doesn't know whether the other person is a mutant.

Whether those special abilities come from the X gene in his body or some kind of accidental mutation, no one can make a definite conclusion.

But what Tony knows is that his suit must be upgraded again, not simply to increase the firepower, but to improve it in an all-round and systematic way.

His thoughts returned to the moment when the two of them fought. The other side hardly fought back, but the timing of each teleportation was just right, and each dodge was graceful.

After fighting for so long, he didn't achieve any results. On the contrary, he was almost dizzy by the swaying white windbreaker.

"How about giving the upgraded armor a cape?"

Tony Stark, who was extremely jealous of Jhin's fluttering sleeves and sultry demeanor, was thinking wildly.

"Cloth is not good, it will be burned easily, so it has to be woven with high-temperature-resistant metal threads...Polymer materials will also work, let's keep it metal, it's strong enough."

"The color...the color must be red!"

Tony seemed to have a certain obsession with the color red, and he directly decided on the color of the cloak as red without even experimenting or having the right idea.

"But in this case, the main color of the suit can no longer be gold and red..."

Although he was disapproving of Mask Man and Yi's behavior of belittling the color of his suit, Tony also knew that it would indeed be a bit tacky if the red and gold suit was paired with a bright red cape.

"Then change the main color of the suit to blue. The golden designs on the foot joints and waist can be replaced with red."

Thinking about it this way, it seems quite interesting.

……

"Sign up nicely, idiot!"

"Iron Man will make you understand what it means to be the center of attention."

"If you want to eat the rice bowl of art, you are still far away!"

After storing the suit design temporarily named "Anti-Mask Man Armor" into the database of the main control system, Tony glanced at Jhin standing on the roof of the building, snorted coldly, and flew to New York City. Gunshots rang out. The place.

For Tony, today's battle was the most frustrating experience he had ever had since he was a child, and the initiative was always firmly held by the guy wearing the mask.

He left like a coward, and could only escape the anger and frustration of being manipulated as a puppet by thinking about the design of a new suit.

In the past, he would never have tolerated this, but would have clamored to fight to the death with the other party.

But after experiencing kidnapping, his uncle's betrayal, palladium poisoning, and reading his father's manuscripts, he has grown a lot.

Although Tony is still the uncompromising, stinky-looking guy today, he is now able to make some choices, choices worthy of the title of "hero".

……

"Some people think that the consequences of a choice are the only criterion for judging whether a choice is right or wrong."

"But that can only define an ignorant and numb life. Art is far higher than life!"

Watching the flying figure of the red gold iron man, Jhin's eyes were full of approval and expectation: "In my opinion, every choice is a manifestation of the sublimation of the soul. He is enough to become my work, because I am in him." I saw some kind of consciousness in my body, some kind of consciousness to become a hero."

“That kind of awareness made me inspired!”

There was no one on the empty rooftop, but Jhin's words were obviously not meant for him.

Glancing at the empty staircase, the artist held the whisper on his waist in his hand and said firmly: "Why don't you go on stage yet, ma'am, I've already finished my curtain call!"

"Tat-tat--"

High heels made a crisp sound as they stepped on the stairs. A lady in business attire came over, holding something in her hand.

"What's your name?"

The visitor was not afraid, but asked the gunman's name very politely.

"Kada Jhin," Jhin bowed slightly, his deep voice filled with teasing: "I've already said it, to the whole of New York!"

"Ah, of course," the beauty in professional attire was stunned for a moment, but she quickly reacted and put on a charming smile: "I just think that telling the lady my name in person can better reflect the artist's self-cultivation!"

"Well, ladies always get preferential treatment," Jhin stopped whispering and walked towards the fence: "Now it's your turn to tell me your name, otherwise, when the interlude passes, I may not have time to listen!"

"Natasha Romanoff, assistant to the president of Stark Industries, a staff member who handles cases and reports."

Natasha approached the other party without leaving a trace, her graceful waist swaying.

As an espionage officer from the "Red Room", the widowed sister is very good at using her physical advantages.

While hiding in the darkness, she had already discovered through Stark's battle with the masked man that the guy who called himself "Kada Jhin" had some kind of teleportation ability.

If you want to defeat the opponent, you need to close enough distance, preferably standing in each other's arms.

After the opponent's vigilance was almost broken, a blow was struck so fast that it had no time to react, and it instantly lost its ability to fight.

The combat plan is simple and crude, but it is the most practical.

A woman appears on the battlefield where there is a firefight, and she smiles at her boss's enemies. Everyone knows there is something wrong, but so what?

O man!

Natasha sneered in her heart. She had fought countless enemies, including all the others who were powerful.

None of them saw through her disguise?

How can it be!

It's just the male chauvinism of the heart causing trouble.

Men always like to express themselves in front of beautiful women of the opposite sex, just like a male peacock in estrus. They see the danger in her body and know that the graceful woman in front of them is poison wrapped in honey, but they are not vigilant. Perhaps at first Yes, but after the round waist began to sway, the initial vigilance was lost.

The more powerful men are, the more confident they are in themselves, always thinking that they can easily lick off the sugar coating and spit out the poison.

But the result?

There was a flash of coldness in Natasha's eyes. Those who took advantage of her often ended up paying with their own lives.

Closer, closer.

The smile on Natasha's face became more and more charming, and her figure became more and more coquettish. It seemed that her clothes would be stripped off in the next second, and it would become a cloud and rain. Coupled with the surrounding environment where the smoke was not yet extinguished, it exuded a different kind of crisis.

Women don't care that this contrast will arouse others' vigilance. After all, there are only a few men who can remain rational in the face of instinct.

And among these few, the vast majority will join the spiders without hesitation because of the self-perceived danger, because they are confident and confident that with their own strength, they can make the female spider lay eggs without becoming the nourishment for her offspring. .

As for the sporadic individual phenomena that require a love affair to shackle it, that is another topic, including how to turn the shackles into a noose.

She still clearly remembers the first lesson the instructor told her when she was just training. There is no right or wrong, no shame, and no humanity on the battlefield. When a woman puts aside her shame and starts to use her body, then the war will have nothing to do with men!

She has been doing this all these years, and has always been successful, but now, she seems to have encountered some kind of problem that her own experience cannot solve: the other party retreated again, still maintaining a distance of five or six steps from her.

Natasha's smile froze on her face and she stopped approaching the other party.

If Jhin's move of escaping to the fence just now was not obvious enough, then dodging again was enough to explain the problem.

The other party discovered her intentions and had no intention of sugar-coating them.

"Are you afraid of me?"

Natasha, who slightly adjusted her brows and suppressed her charming smile, exuded a unique heroic aura, and her professional attire gave her the feeling of a military uniform.

It has to be said that the widowed sister’s every move and every move is a joke.

"Necessary vigilance."

Jhin's answer was still the same classical stage tone. He didn't say he was afraid or not afraid. He was not one of those young boys who had nowhere to vent their energy. Artists were destined to be high-minded and melodramatic.

"Be wary of a weak woman, an admirer of your ideals?"

Although the enemy in front of her was powerless, and communicating with him always felt like punching cotton wool, Natasha did not give up.

She wore S.H.I.E.L.D.'s new combat uniform and disguised herself as a professional uniform to avoid JARVIS's detection, risking death by fire and staying at the corner of the stairs on the top floor of an empty building, not only to give S.H.I.E.L.D. The bureau collects more first-line intelligence about the abilities of the masked man and Tony Stark's new suit, and also captures the dangerous person who is suspected of being a mutant or mutant!

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