Marvel: Starts with a Zanpakuto

Fifty million dollars to buy a Yiwu.

　　 Although it may seem exaggerated, in fact, to Tony, this is just a drop in the bucket.

　　 A special corpse that can perfectly hide the breath and suppress the fluctuations of the death god's spiritual pressure. To him, it is simply giving away charcoal in snow. Compared with the tens of millions of dollars paid, it is basically the same as giving away for nothing.

　　 Tony didn't ask Lord, what he needed dollars for, he didn't care about it.

　　 Pay with one hand and deliver with the other.

　　 After confirming that the check amount was correct, Lord then slowly got up, turned around and walked into the room where the goods were stacked, pretending to rummaged in it, and then walked out with a corpse.

　　The style of this Yi Mukuro is different from the previous version. It has not been sculpted in advance for the appearance and physical signs of the user, but is more like the kind of dummy model in the street clothing store.

　　 Seeing Tony cast a puzzled look, Lord explained: "This is the latest model of the Technology Development Bureau. It can automatically generate the corresponding appearance and body shape according to the wearer's soul and spiritual pressure."

Tony seemed to understand but not understand, but he accepted the rhetoric, and took the line with Gu Xu. He found that compared with the one he used, the weight seems to be much lighter, and the grip feels more intense. Nearly real people.

　　 "We are not responsible for the goods leaving the cabinet."

　　 Lord's index finger tapped the edge of the table, reminding Tony.

　　 After hearing these words, Tony looked at the mannequin-like corpse and decided to try it on on the spot to avoid accidents.

　　 Putting on the corpse is actually like putting on a piece of clothing. First, you take off the old corpse you are using, and then ‘squeeze’ your soul into the new corpse.

　　 "Oh, this feels... great!"

　　 Tony, who had just put on Yi Mukuro, immediately felt light all over.

If the former Yi Mukuro gave him a sense of experience, it was like an old-fashioned rusty machine, and there was always a feeling that he could not do what he wanted; then this new Yi Muji made him feel like it was Like a new student, he can manipulate every part of his body very smoothly, and the silky smoothness is incredible.

　　 And the most outstanding thing about this skeleton is not only the comfortable and silky experience, but also its most important function, which is to limit the fluctuation of the soul's external pressure in an almost extreme way.

　　 At this point, Tony feels pretty good.

　　 The limiting effect of this Yi Mukuro was beyond his expectation. It can even be said to be close to perfection, and the fluctuation of the spiritual pressure is almost invisible!

　　 Even if there is a Death Captain now, walking past him swaggeringly, he doesn't have to worry about being discovered.

　　 "It seems that you are very satisfied with the product."

　　Lord sat on the recliner again, raised his legs leisurely, and looked at him with a smile.

　　 "Not bad, not bad, this is the effect I want!" Tony was overjoyed, his smiling face was full of folds, and he was finally relieved, he didn't have to worry about it all day, and he didn't even dare to go out the door.

　　 "If that's the case, then I won't give it away."

　　 Lord waved his hand and vaguely issued an order to dismiss the guest: "Remember to take away the unused skeleton. I don't want to be thought that this is the murder scene."

　　 "It's ruthless..."

Tony murmured, but he didn't intend to stay anymore, picking up the unused corpse, waved and said goodbye: "But thank you, I don't have to worry now. I will be discovered by the death captains. ."

　　 As he spoke, Tony had disappeared, and the sound of the sports car starting from outside the door, and then the violent engine roar, gradually moving away.

　　 "Hehe, thank me now, it's too early." Lord watched where he was leaving, and a mysterious smile curled up on the corner of his lips: "Bengyu is ready, it's time to notify Hasward."

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　　 Queens Art Museum.

　　 is a museum established in 1964 based on the predecessor of the New York World's Fair. It is one of the most famous attractions in the Flushing business district.

It coincided with Sunday, when the school was off, and Peter planned to take a day off at home, but he was dragged by his buddies, Neid, to ease his mood by going out and strolling. He also asked his crush, Michelle, to come with him. Visit and play here.

　　 "Cheer up, Peter."

Ned patted his friend on the shoulder, squinted his eyes, and smiled: "Tell you good news. It is said that today the CEO of Stark Industries will come here to give a speech in person, and by the way demonstrate the cleanliness of the new era. Energy, this is rare!"

　　 "Peter, how long have you not slept well?" Michelle came up and stared at the dark circles on Peter's face.

　　 "Uh...I'm fine!"

　　 Peter's face reddened slightly, and he was a little uncomfortable at such a close distance. He took a step back in a hurry and rubbed his nose vigorously to cover up his panic: "I recently fell in love with a game, so I slept late at night."

　　In fact, this is not the case. Since the end of the New York War, although the police have been working hard to maintain peace, the crime rate has continued to rise in a straight line, vaguely breaking the record of the past ten years.

　　 During this period, he couldn't rest at all at night. He was either helping the police to catch criminals, or on the way to catch criminals. The scope of his business even doubled to include more than Queens.

Even though Spider-Man has a superhuman physique, he still feels a little overwhelmed during the day and night. He is either sleeping or taking a nap in class. This makes friends and buddies suspect that he is in a bad mood and drag him out to visit the Expo. .

　　 "Playing games?" Ned glanced at his friend suspiciously. Others might not know, but he knew that Peter didn't like playing games at all.

　　 "Play less games."

　　 Such an obvious lie, naturally, can't deceive Michelle, but she did not choose to reveal it, and followed the topic to other places: "Let’s go in quickly, it should have already started inside."

　　 "Yeah, hurry up and go!"

　　 Ned was actually turned away from his attention, he dragged Peter into it, and called Michelle to follow him quickly.

　　 Seeing that his friend and Michele didn't follow up, Peter was a little relieved, and tried to squeeze a smile on his face, and then walked into the expo.

After several rigorous security checks, the three children entered the expo smoothly. The front hall occupies a very large area with a sense of science and technology. Many people gathered in the audience and waited for the CEO of Stark Industries. The new era clean energy speech by the president of Zizzi.

　　 "Many people..."

　　 Peter was squeezed in the crowd, with a bitter expression of regret, why he didn't sleep at home, but came here to suffer.

　　The rioting crowd suddenly fell silent~www.NovelMTL.com~ Peter and the others looked up and saw a well-dressed woman, under the protection of a fat bodyguard, holding a microphone and walking to the booth.

　　 "The current CEO of Stark Group, Virginia Pepper Poz, is known as the woman behind Tony Stark, who has supported the huge group by herself." Michelle's eyes are full of envy.

　　 "It is said that she is the only woman who has followed Tony Stark for so many years." Ned said gossiping.

　　 "Miss Potts is really good, very gentle and considerate." Peter interrupted.

　　 Ned elbows his friend, disdainfully said: "It's not a good habit to brag, as if you know her."

　　 Not only do I know her, but I also know Mr. Tony, Mr. Frank, and Captain Rogers... Peter curled his lips and murmured inwardly.

　　 Potts’ speech was very attractive, and everyone in the audience was deeply impressed. Only Peter was so tired that he kept yawning.

　　 I feel really boring. For fear of falling asleep, Peter looked around the fair, looking for something new, so as not to fall asleep later.

　　 Just as his gaze swept across the right rear, the spider reacted suddenly, and the hairs on his arms stood up one by one, seeming to herald the coming danger!

　　 "That person... suspicious!"

　　 Peter's heart tightened, and he quickly locked the source of the spider's induction.

　　 It was a man in his forties, with the iconic Middle Eastern mustache on his chin, holding a bunch of dog tags in his hand, and muttering in his mouth as if he was muttering something.