Marvel: I am the leader of the mutant race

Chapter 12 Opening the business, talking to Tony
Searching the Internet for various strange models, rubbing steel with my hands at night while exercising my abilities, wandering the streets during the day looking for the New York Sanctuary...

The peaceful days passed quickly. Mark left without saying goodbye on the third day after eating hot pot. When Yuri called him for another meal, he was told that people were already playing real-person chicken on a certain battlefield.

Today is January 2010, 7.

The day when Mr. Yuri Ambrosius’s “ancestral handicraft shop” officially opened.

He originally named the shop "Ancient Handicraft Shop". Maybe he didn't understand what he meant, or maybe the other party had a brain problem. He sent it to Yuri for acceptance the day before the opening, but both of them were stunned.

At the instigation of old Rogers, who was not too fussy about the excitement, Yuri received a small compensation from the producer, and then he hung the sign "Ancestral Handicraft Shop" on the lintel in a grand manner.

"Crackling...!"

"Crackling...!"

At ten o'clock in the morning, the street was full of people who had time to go out to spend. There was a line of luxury cars parked next to this small shop with a particularly domineering name, carrying the opening gifts from his father who thought he was upright.

Ethan and the old man Rogers stood not far away, supporting each other, watching almost all the people attracted by the sound of firecrackers pointing at Yuri's shop.

"What the hell is this name? Does the shop owner not want to do business?"

"Honey, I bet the sign will be taken off this store soon."

"I swore to my ancestors that I would never buy anything there even to death!"

……

"Clap."

The door lock was unlocked, and Yuri came out from the small shop.

Several burly bodyguards in black greeted him and carefully moved the "gifts" in the luxury car into the store door one by one.One of the leaders walked into Yuri and introduced: "Master, after the boss heard about the small shop you opened, he specially bought these treasures from the auction for you: Van Gogh's oil paintings, Chinese porcelain, Japanese Ukiyo-e…”

"okay."

Yuri waved his hand to shut him up, and waved to Ethan, who was standing chatting with old man Rogers, to come over.He patted the bodyguard on the shoulder and pushed Ethan in front of him: "Tell him if you have anything. Also, convey your gratitude for me."

The head of the bodyguard shrugged at Ethan, who smiled slightly: "He is the boss, isn't he?"

……

Yuri quickly returned to the third floor. He had more important things to do than opening the store: after several days of continuous use, the ability obtained from Fastos was approaching the next stage, and the mysterious rune with unknown effect was on his Flickering in the brain, one by one unconstrained but practical technological inspirations appeared and disappeared quickly.

Parts, gears, bearings, steam, magic...

A small metal figure the size of a finger was assembled from scratch. Under the control of the creator's mind, it flexibly performed a series of actions such as walking, running, jumping, and rolling on the table, with streaks of white hair as thick as a hair. Steam spurts out from various joints from time to time, and mysterious runes flicker on and off, using magic to draw moisture from the air to replenish the consumption of the metal villain.

"Cyberpunk."

Yuri patted his head and gradually returned to normal, staring at the metal villain with a strange light shining in his bright golden eyes: If you want to join the magnificent future of the Marvel world, a certain combat power level is necessary. Although he possesses extraordinary abilities, compared with three or four years later, this stage is not the best time to expose himself.Therefore, he may be able to use this metal villain to create an image of a scientific research genius like Tony...

"Crack."

Tony raised his eyebrows as he watched Yuri quickly withdraw his hands under the table, and said teasingly, "Although it's not polite for me to come in without permission, but... you are not browsing some colored websites Bar?"

Yuri was about to get angry, but found that if he wanted to set himself up as a scientific genius, he still needed to make some small cooperation with the playboy in front of him.

"You know."

When Tony saw that Yuri was just looking at him, he naturally continued the topic: "I know a lot of beautiful girls. If you really need it, I don't think they would mind talking to you..."

"To shut up!"

Yuri grabbed an A4 piece of paper on the table, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it at Tony. After the other person sat down on the sofa, he pointed at Tony's two-issue Blu-ray chest and asked: "How is your steel jacket doing? "

"what?"

Tony Stark, who was pouring wine by himself, suddenly lost his composure. He pretended to continue pouring wine as if nothing had happened. In fact, he was very nervous inside: "What steel jacket? I don't know what you are talking about."

Yuri shrugged: "I want to say that if you don't succeed, you might as well come here tonight to see me."

Tony, who had just poured the drink into his mouth, almost spit it out when he heard this. He put the wine glass on the table and crossed his hands in a serious manner: "You are plagiarizing and stealing. I can ask a lawyer. I'm suing you, Yuri."

"Ha ha."

Yuri was noncommittal: "There are many cars in this world, such as Mercedes-Benz, BMW, Ford... Your drawing just gave me a little inspiration. If this is considered plagiarism, it is too unreasonable."

"Besides, that's not what I want to talk to you about."

Tony watched him talk and mentally analyzed the possibility of Yuri creating the armor. When he heard the last sentence, he shook his mustache and asked calmly: "So, what do you really want to talk to me about? What? Please remind me in advance, I am not interested in men."

I don’t know who stares at Spider-Man every day, or who always puts his eyes on Captain America’s butt.

Yuri complained secretly and knocked on the table to bring the topic back on track: "Tony, you are not a naive fool. You don't think that because you created it, it must belong to you, right?"

Tony immediately understood what Yuri meant. His face was solemn, but he still said stubbornly: "What, Yuri? What did I create?"

Yuri chuckled: "Satellites in the sky will find you, radars on the ground will track you, members of Congress will interrogate you, and high-level military officials will threaten you, because they are not fools, they know very well that a weapon is invulnerable. , but how precious is a combat unit that can go to heaven and earth. With your steel jacket, everyone can be Captain America!"

Tony picked up the wine glass again, leaned heavily on the soft sofa, and took a long sip of wine in silence: he understood that everything Yuri described would happen, and he even knew that those people could do much more than that...a glass of wine The wine was quickly finished. He held the empty glass and looked at the uneven outer wall of the glass reflecting the beautiful light and asked casually: "So, what can you do?"

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　Is it my book that leaves you speechless?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)