Greenskins of the Marvel Universe

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"Tomok, you are so cruel."

Tony Stark sat in front of the computer with his hands folded on his chest. The computer was playing back what happened in the suburban institute yesterday. Through the surveillance camera, he was able to see this shocking battle again.

"He doesn't know how to cherish women at all. Such a person should be castrated into a eunuch."

Stark complained about Tomok's rough behavior. Of course, he sympathized more with the SHIELD agent, but as long as he wasn't dead.

"Sorry, sir, I can't connect the two things of cherishing women and castrating eunuchs. As far as I know, castration refers to the destruction of people or animals for non-medical purposes."

"Please, Jarvis." Stark interrupted Jarvis and said helplessly: "You don't understand humor at all."

"Sir, I don't have this model plate. In addition, the raw materials required for the Mark 2 have been delivered. Do I need to start assembling it now?"

"Of course, where's Ethan?" Stark picked up the wine glass on the table, thinking of his new friend, maybe he could help.

Because the institute needed to be overhauled, Ethan and Tomok temporarily left there for a while. Ethan came to Stark's seaside villa and stayed here temporarily, while Tomok stayed alone in the suburbs, but Stark gave him a locator to know his location at all times.

"Mr. Ethan is establishing his own views."

"What?" Stark almost spit out the wine in his mouth. "What does it mean to establish three views?"

"That's what he said, sir, but it seemed to me that he had suffered a lot of mental damage."

"It is true that what he saw was a bit shocking, but I still need his help and invite him here."

After Stark said these words, he glanced at the screen. On the screen, there was a picture of more than a dozen green skins breaking out of the ground, which was also an existence that shattered Ethan's outlook on life.

"Tomok, what the hell are you?"

Next to the screen is a small map with a flashing red dot. There is a waste recycling station in the suburbs.

"Stark, you're looking for me"

Ethan's voice sounded, and Stark came back to his senses.

"Oh, by the way, I need you to be my assistant and help me make something."

Stark handed Ethan a glass of wine. Ethan did not drink it after taking it, but asked Stark: "What is it?"

"Jarvis." Stark snapped his fingers.

A holographic image appeared in front of Ethan's eyes. After seeing it, Ethan was first surprised, then amazed.

"Oh god, you upgraded that thing"

"It should be said that it has been redesigned. Compared with the one in Afghanistan, it is faster, stronger and more dangerous."

"Why do you want to do this? Didn't you already say that you are no longer making weapons?"

Stark shook his head.

"This is not a weapon, this is armor, Ethan, the armor that protects you and me."

"I don't want to play word games, do I know the concept of weapons, Stark."

"Okay, then would you like to help me make it?"

Ethan shrugged and took a sip of wine.

"of course."

The two of them smiled heartily. Ethan knew that it was a weapon, but it didn't matter. He was Stark's friend, a friend who shared life and death.

"But if you want to drive this thing, you first need a sufficient energy source, and anything that can provide enough energy is not small. How are you going to deal with this problem?"

Stark knocked on the small Ark reactor on his chest. Ethan pushed up his glasses and looked at Stark's chest carefully.

"You increase the power of the reactor"

"At least 10 times stronger than the original one."

"That's great, but don't you ask Tomok for his opinion?"

Ethan asked Stark with a smile and patted the iron plate under his clothes. Stark thought about his design and Tomok's aesthetics and answered.

"No"

Well, when Stark was dissatisfied with the aesthetics of our protagonist, our protagonist Tomok was looking for suitable materials in the scrapyard to upgrade his equipment, and he was not a green skin.

Taking advantage of the nightfall, there were about a dozen little guys who were as green as Tomok, but looked more like goblins than orcs. This kind of thing is called a grunt in the green-skinned society.

"Boss, boss, I found this"

A grunt pulled out a broken TV set from the scrap metal pile and shouted in the distance with a sharp voice. Tomok took a look and nodded.

"Move it back, I'll need it later."

"Yes, boss."

Just like his name, the Grots carried the broken TV out of the recycling bin in a dazed manner. Their bodies were similar to those of children, which made them look quite funny. There were also a few Grots who seemed to have just returned from delivering things. , they walked through the forest and kept coming back in search of suitable materials.

Not far from the forest, there is a camp built with iron frames, covered with fallen leaves and dead grass. It is absolutely impossible to spot this place from a high altitude. On the ground, it is protected by the forest, and few people come here.

"Why do you collect these things?" Dyson, who was sitting on a stone in boredom, put his chin in his hands and asked a fart.

"I don't know, but if the boss says it, we will do it."

After throwing the broken TV under one of the tents specially used as a storage room, Grotto walked back to the recycling bin.

"It's boring." Dyson rolled his eyes at the fart, and then continued to play with his animal friends.

Tomok raised his head, looked at the grots around him, and smiled. He confidently handed over the collection of materials to these grots. These green-skinned newborns have a natural talent for scavenging, and they always work with them. Like Tomok, know what things are useful and take them away.

Moreover, this is also a good opportunity to train your farts. For example, there are a few smart farts who can make a simple basket with iron bars and iron sheets. The smartest one even adds a few baskets to the car. Although the addition of 8 wheels is a bit too much, it means that their potential is being stimulated.

These farts are different from their stupid fart relatives. Their IQs are much higher than them. They are more like orcs than farts. Real farts are timid and stupid. They only know how to pick up garbage and hide from orcs. behind.

Although he doesn’t know why this batch of goblins have such high IQs, Tomok can be sure that they will all grow up in the future and become outstanding and brand-new people.

Mechanical "fart"

Might as well call them mechanical boys, even though they are smaller than boys

"Okay, bastards, let's call it a day."

Most of the Grots ran to Tomok and formed a team, but some of them were obviously reluctant. You know, a place full of rags is a paradise for the Orcs. Tomok didn't want to leave like this, let alone Don't talk about them until Tomok goes over and punches him.

"Go back, we will come again in the future."

At the same time, Tomok weighed the discarded microwave oven in his hand. It seemed useless, but Tomok had an idea.

Make it a power source that can provide energy for big people.

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