Marvel: Traveling through time with Warcraft skills

"It does seem to work. Give me another 100 bottles. Pack them."

Tony's face was filled with surprise, and his words showed his boldness and unruliness.

Without considering Geralt's reaction, he waved his hand and placed this seemingly "unreasonable" order.

"You treat me like an assembly line, 100 bottles. These bottles took me a lot of effort."

Geralt looked ugly when he heard this, and his eyes were full of displeasure and helplessness.

Tony didn't care about Geralt's ugly face at all. He took out his mobile phone casually.

With a few simple operations, he completed a transfer of up to 10 million US dollars.

Afterwards, he walked straight to the shelf where the potions were placed as if he was in an empty space, picked up 5 bottles of purification potions,

The whole process was smooth and he didn't even blink. 10 million US dollars was just a small matter for him.

"As expected, he is so rich and inhumane."

Geralt looked at Tony's back and complained in a low voice.

After paying for the medicine and taking it, Tony did not leave immediately as Geralt expected.

On the contrary, he began to walk around the laboratory.

Tony pretended to be careless, but his eyes drifted to the two pairs of handcuffs inadvertently.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a subtle and cunning smile,

Then, he reached out and picked up the two pairs of handcuffs at lightning speed.

Before Geralt could react,

Tony quickly handcuffed one pair of handcuffs to his wrist, and the other pair was accurately buckled on Geralt's hand,

"Click" A crisp sound echoed in the laboratory.

Handcuff the two together

"Aha. You can't use those weird tricks this time."

Tony looked at his "masterpiece" with a smug smile on his face.

"You are so boring, playing this tune."

Geralt looked at his handcuffed hands and smiled helplessly.

Tony's excitement only lasted for a moment,

He soon realized that this joke seemed a bit too boring and childish.

He shrugged slightly, with a hint of embarrassment on his face, and then said to Geralt:

"Where is the key? No more jokes, I should go back."

"Mina! Bring me the handcuff key."

Geralt looked up and shouted loudly.

After a while, a brisk footsteps was heard, and Mina trotted into the laboratory with the key in hand.

When she saw the funny look of Geralt and Tony being handcuffed face to face, her bright eyes instantly curved into crescents, and she couldn't help but cover her mouth with her hands, making a crisp "chuckle". When she walked up to the two of them and was about to insert the key into the handcuffs to open the handcuffs, she suddenly stopped. There was a strange smile in her eyes, and her eyes moved back and forth between Geralt and Tony, as if she was thinking about something interesting. "What are you still standing there for? Untie them." Geralt looked at Mina's sudden stop and urged her with a puzzled look on his face, his eyes full of confusion. Mina just tilted her head, and after a moment, the corners of her mouth rose again, revealing a mysterious and naughty smile, and then she turned around and ran away with the key. "Hey! Mina, what are you doing!" Seeing this, Geralt shouted anxiously. Mina ran out of the door like a cheerful breeze and saw Hans who was busy at a glance.

"Hans, you can go home early today. The boss will do research with Tony Stark all day today."

Hans was stunned at first, then a trace of surprise and gratitude appeared on his face.

He quickly packed up his things and left the store in a hurry.

Mina looked at Hans's back as he walked away, turned around with satisfaction, and gently closed the door of the store.

Just at this moment, Mina saw Geralt and Tony walking up from the basement together in a very strange posture.

The two people's hands were handcuffed together, and their movements seemed extremely inconvenient.

Every step they took was like a difficult dance, their bodies were crooked, their steps were staggering,

and their faces were full of helplessness and anxiety.

"Mina, stop playing, be good, help us open it."

As soon as Geralt saw Mina, he hurriedly said anxiously.

"Boss, you and Mr. Stark should have fun. It will be very interesting."

Mina just smiled and blinked, then turned and walked away briskly.

For a moment, the small shop fell into a dead silence.

Only Geralt and Tony were left looking at each other. They could clearly hear each other's slightly heavy breathing.And the occasional metallic sound of the handcuffs colliding.

An atmosphere of embarrassment and helplessness permeated the air.

"Don't you have any other options?"

Tony frowned, with a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

"I can use the mana in my body to slowly grind it. Give me some time, and the runes on the handcuffs will become ineffective."

Geralt took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

His expression was serious and focused, and he mobilized all his energy to sense the mana in his body.

At this moment, Tony's stomach seemed to be stirred by an invisible hand,

A "gurgling" sound rolled and echoed in the silent shop like thunder.

Tony's face turned pale instantly, his eyes widened, and he shouted in horror:

"There's something wrong with your potion!"

"How is that possible? Didn't I drink it too?"

Geralt retorted subconsciously, but before he finished speaking,

he also felt a churning pain in his stomach, and his face suddenly became ugly.

The two people's eyes met, and they saw the same pain and embarrassment in each other's eyes.

"No, I have to go to the toilet!"

Tony shouted and rushed to the toilet first, his steps staggering and hurried.

When he reached the door of the toilet

"Wait!"

Geralt shouted hurriedly, with a hint of desperate struggle in his voice.

"How can I be slow in this situation? I can't hold it anymore!"

Tony's voice was already crying, his body was shaking slightly, and his steps became more and more messy.

"Think about it carefully. Two men going to the toilet together. Can you do this?!"

Geralt almost yelled out. His face was flushed.

The veins on his forehead were bulging. His hands were handcuffed together, and he could only hold his stomach in an extremely awkward position.

"I can't do it!"

Tony's face had turned blue. He stopped at the door of the toilet, and his body was shaking violently like a leaf in the wind.

"It's scary just to think about it! You should think of a way for me."

Tony's face was full of fear and despair, and his voice was trembling.

Geralt narrowed his eyes slightly, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, as if he was sorting out his thoughts, and then slowly said:

"I have three plans A, B, and C."

"You should tell me the fucking way!"

Tony was so anxious that he almost jumped up. He opened his eyes wide and stared at Geralt.

Geralt began to explain with a serious expression:

"Plan A: While one person is solving the problem, the other person is hanging on the door and waiting, but the disadvantage is that the person on the door will see the other person solving the problem. This means that one of us must endure the extremely embarrassing visual impact."

After hearing this, Tony showed an expression of extreme disgust and resistance on his face. He shook his head repeatedly and shouted:

"No, absolutely not, this is too perverted!"

Geralt continued:

"Plan B: The person waiting outside the door reaches into the compartment, but the disadvantage is that the door cannot be closed. In this way, there is no privacy at all."

Tony frowned even more tightly, he held his stomach, bent his body slightly, and said painfully:

"This doesn't work either. It's psychologically unacceptable. Is there anything else?" ... C Plan: You can close the door and not see others do it, but the disadvantage is that the person doing it must keep a low position, and the person waiting must lie on the ground and put his hand through the bottom of the door. Although this can protect privacy to a certain extent, the posture is too weird, and it is not easy to maintain for a long time. "

After saying this, Geralt looked at Tony helplessly, waiting for his decision.