Fifty million USD to buy a gigai.
Although it looked like an exaggeration, in reality, it was only a drop in the bucket for Tony.
A special gigai that could perfectly hide his aura and suppress Spiritual Power's fluctuations was like sending charcoal in the snow. In comparison, the tens of millions of dollars he had paid was basically the same as a free gift.
Tony did not ask Lod what he needed the money for. He did not care about this.
One hand handed over the money, the other handed over the goods.
After confirming that the check amount was correct, Lod slowly got up and walked into the room where the goods were piled up. He pretended to look through it together and then walked out with a gigai.
The style of this gigai was different from the previous version. It was not carved in advance the appearance and characteristics of the user, but more like the fake model in a clothing store on the street.
Seeing Tony cast a puzzled look, Lod explained, "This is Technological Development Department's latest model, gigai. It can automatically generate a corresponding appearance and body shape according to the soul of the wearer and Spiritual Power."
Tony seemed to understand, but he still accepted this excuse. He took the piece of skeleton and found that compared to the one he used, the weight seemed to be much lighter, and the feeling of pinching it was closer to the real person.
"The goods are away from the cabinet, and should not be responsible."
Lod tapped his index finger on the table and reminded Tony.
After hearing this, Tony looked at gigai, who looked like a fake model, and decided to try it on the spot to avoid any accidents.
Wearing gigai was actually like wearing a piece of clothing. First, he took off the old-fashioned gigai he was using, and then he squeezed his soul into this new gigai.
"Oh, this feeling. It's great!"
Tony, who had just put on gigai, immediately felt his entire body become light.
If the previous gigai brought him a sense of experience, like a rusty old machine, always having a feeling of being unable to do as he pleased, then this new gigai gave him a feeling like he was reborn, able to control every part of his body smoothly, the silky smoothness was simply unbelievable.
Moreover, the most outstanding part of this gigai was not only the sense of comfort and silky, but also its most important function, which was to use an almost extreme method to restrict the release of Spiritual Power's fluctuations.
This point, Tony felt quite good.
The restriction effect of this gigai was simply beyond his expectations, it could even be said to be close to perfection, Spiritual Power's fluctuations could hardly be felt!
Even if there was a captain death god walking past him, he would not have to worry about being discovered.
"It seems that you are very satisfied with the goods."
Lod sat back down on the reclining chair and crossed his legs leisurely, looking at him with a fake smile.
"Not bad, not bad. This is the effect I want!" Tony was overjoyed. His face was full of wrinkles. This time, he could finally be at ease. He did not have to be on tenterhooks all day. He did not even dare to go out the door.
"Since that's the case, then I won't send you off."
Lod waved his hand and vaguely gave the order to leave. "Remember to take away that useless gigai. I do not want people to think that this is a murder scene."
"So heartless."
Tony muttered, but he did not intend to stay any longer. He casually picked up the useless gigai and waved goodbye. "But I still have to thank you. I don't have to worry about being discovered by those captain death god."
While speaking, Tony had already disappeared. The sound of a sports car starting came from outside the door, and then the roar of the engine gradually left.
"Hehe, it's a little too early to thank me now." Lod stared at the place where he left, and his lips curled into a mysterious smile. "Hōgyoku is ready. It's time to inform Haschwalth."
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At the art museum of Queens.
It was a museum established in 1964, based on the New York World Expo. It was one of the most famous attractions.
It was Sunday, and the school was on holiday. Peter had planned to rest at home for a day, but he was dragged by his best friend, Ned, on the grounds of going out for a stroll to ease his mood. He also invited his crush, Michelle, to visit this place together.
"Cheerup, Peter."
Ned patted his friend on the shoulder. His eyes narrowed into slits, and he smiled. "I have good news for you. It is said that today, the CEO of Stark Industry will give a speech here and show the clean energy of the new era. It 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 am fine!"
Peter's face turned slightly red. He was not used to such a close distance. He hurriedly took a step back and rubbed his nose hard to hide his panic. "Recently, I got addicted to a game, so I slept late at night."
In fact, this was not the case. Since the end of the New York war, although the police were trying to maintain peace, the crime rate was still rising in a straight line, and there were faint records of the past ten years.
During this period of time, he had no way to rest at all at night. He was either helping the police catch criminals or on the way to catch criminals. Even the range of the business range had doubled, and it did not only include Queens.
Even though Spiderman had a superhuman physique, he felt a little overwhelmed by the day and night. In class, he was either sleeping or napping. This made his friends and friends suspect that he was in a bad mood and dragged him out for a tour of the exposition.
"Playing games?" Ned looked at his friend suspiciously. Others might not know, but he knew that Peter did not like to play games at all.
"Don't play games."
Such an obvious lie naturally could not deceive Michelle, but she did not choose to expose it and followed the topic to somewhere else. "Let's go in quickly. It should have already started inside."
"Yes, let's go, let's go!"
Ned's attention was indeed diverted away. He pulled Peter inside and called Michelle to follow him.
Seeing that his good friend and Michelle did not ask further, Peter heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. He tried hard to squeeze out a smile on his face and followed them into the expo.
Through several strict security checks, the three children successfully entered the interior of the exposition. The lobby covered a very large area, and it was full of technological metal decorations. Many people gathered below the stage, waiting for the new era cleaning energy speech of the CEO of Stark Group, Pepper Potts.
"There are so many people."
Peter was squeezed into the group, and his face was full of bitter regret. Why did he not sleep at home and come here to suffer?
The rioting crowd suddenly fell silent. Peter and the others looked up and saw a woman dressed in a capable and delicate dress. Under the protection of a fat bodyguard, she took the microphone and walked to the exhibition stage.
"The current CEO of Stark Group, Virginia Pepper. She is called the woman behind Tony Stark. She single-handedly supported a large group." Michelle's eyes were full of envy.
"It is said that she is the only woman who has followed Tony Stark for so many years." Ned said nosily.
"Miss Potts is indeed not bad. She's very gentle and considerate," Peter interjected.
Ned nudged his friend and said disdainfully, "It's not a good habit to brag. You make it sound like you know her."
Not only do I know her, I also know Mr. Tony, Mr. Frank, Captain Rogers. Peter pursed his lips and complained in his heart.
Pott' speech was very attractive. The people below the stage were deeply impressed. Only Peter was too tired and kept yawning.
Peter was really bored. He was afraid of sleeping. He looked around the exposition, looking for some fresh things to prevent himself from falling asleep.
Just as his gaze swept over the right rear, his spider sense sensed a sudden reaction. The hair on his arm stood up one by one, as if it was foretelling the impending danger!
"That person... is very suspicious!"
Peter's heart tightened, and he quickly locked onto the target of Spider Sense.
It was a man who was about forty years of age. His lower jaw had a mark of a Chinese bearded man, and he held a string of dog cards in his hand. He seemed to be muttering something.