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Power stone, please
Good day
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After being silent for a long time, Downey sharpened his knife again and planned to do something.
Counting with his fingers, as long as he wants to, he can have three infinite gems at any time. Downey also knows the location of the other three infinite gems. If he really wants to take it, he will spend a little time at most... Oh, cheating soul gems. not include.
In Asgard's treasury, there is also an infinite glove with his right hand.
However, some things are not so simple.
"I don't know if the seventh gem of self is in Tony Stark's head..." When he thought of this, Downey inevitably got a headache.
The gem of self, unlike the other six gems, there is only one in the universe. It is the true core of the infinite gem and the key to awakening the Nemesis.
Self gem + six ordinary gems = nemesis.
In the comics of the previous life, the gem of self exists in Tony's head, but in this world, the ghost knows which universe Tony Stark is.
Moreover, as the creator of all infinite gems, Nemesis is just a little power aggregate of Nemesis.
Downey was a little worried, even if he really collected six gems, what if the self gems were really in Tony's head in this universe?
As soon as the seven jewels get closer, they can summon the dragon... Ah, the goddess of vengeance, maybe the first thing that woman wakes up is to destroy several universes to celebrate.
Even if Downey had a source of fire, he would have to kneel on the spot.
"Trouble~" Downey stretched and lay lazily on the lawn of the manor, putting on sunglasses and enjoying the sun.
Next to him, Cripto was also wearing sunglasses, lying on the ground like a dog, showing his white belly, and from time to time he picked up a drink and took a nice sip.
"Wangcai, you can sleep in addition to eating, and sooner or later you will become a pig." Downey tilted his head, sarcastically.
"Wow!"
Cripto looked at Downey contemptuously, full of disdain, and continued to enjoy the sun.
Downey looked at this harmless little white dog from the corner of his eye, feeling a little envious in his heart. Since coming to the earth, this little white dog has followed Wanda. After so long in the sun, the energy stored in its body is simply terrifying.
The genes of the Kryptonians are really fascinating, but the racial defects are too obvious.
Downey rolled over comfortably, the rare peace, which should be cherished. Before long, he will be busy to death, and the earth will become more and more lively.
The heavy body left unsightly marks on the tidy lawn, which was extremely dazzling.
"My lord, I will be scolded to death by the old bartender."
A lawn care employee not far away, after struggling for a long time, ran over cautiously and reminded him.
He is also a transformed super soldier and is now an ordinary employee of the Tang Manor. As long as the reality needs, he and many of his kind will be transformed into killing machines.
"It doesn't matter, just let him scold me." Downey waved his hand.
The employee smiled bitterly, but didn't dare to say anything. He glanced at the legendary Downey with awe and at Cripto with awe.
This guy had teased Cripto before, and then was chased and bitten badly. He was in a tattered costume every day.
Power, speed, fighting, and tough as he was all abused by this little white dog.
He was helpless, his powerful self, in this huge manor, suddenly became the bottom of the food chain, and he could only bully the ants and cockroaches when he was fine...
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The old bartender drove a yellow pull-wind sports car, racing on the road. To be precise, he was sitting in the driving position and the yellow sports car moved forward by itself.
This is a very dazzling sports car, passing by, turning around 100%, ushered in the admiration and envy of many people.
The beautiful arc full of artistic sense combines tectonics and aesthetics to the extreme. Even a glance is a kind of spiritual enjoyment.
The swift but flexible and elegant drive indicates that this car has a powerful engine and transmission.
On the front of the car, a gray face-like logo was very eye-catching, making people speculate about which company developed the new car. Even many wealthy people are gearing up to win the new sports car as soon as possible.
A young policeman angrily stopped the yellow sports car driving at high speed and issued a ticket on the spot.
"Take out your driver's license, you are speeding! This is jeopardizing the safety of other people's lives and property... The face mark, which company produces a sports car, why is there no record? Are you driving a modified car on the road? This is Sentenced!" the police said loudly.
The guy sitting in the driver's seat is old, with gray hair, wrinkles on his face, a face of vicissitudes and unconcealable twilight, and he is lifeless.
Hearing the police's questioning, he looked up, did not say anything, just threw out a certificate casually, and after deterring the police, he drove away. From beginning to end, he never put his hands on the steering wheel.
"Why didn't you stop him?" another policeman ran over to question.
"There is no way to stop, that guy has a high-level certificate from S.H.I.E.L.D., not to mention speeding, even if he blows up a street openly, we have no right to stop him." The young policeman grumbled.
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In the speculation and envy of countless people, this sports car finally came to the Stark Building.
Tony, with a sullen look, habitually raised one eyebrow, giving people a feeling of rebelliousness. After the yellow sports car stopped, he opened the door casually.
"Old guy, your nose is really sensitive. Just when I said I was going to open a good bottle of wine, you came." Tony touched the beard on his chin, pierced his hands, and said with a smile.
"Huh, I knew you were hiding private goods shamelessly." The old bartender got out of the car with some effort, and patted the roof of the yellow sports car like a compliment. "It's not just me today, this old man wants to drink too. One point-Bumblebee, you must have never drunk, come, today I will teach you to drink, but also to teach you wine tasting!"
This yellow sports car suddenly began to deform and turned into a robot under the horrified gaze of countless people.
The eyes kept turning, and from the mouth, there was a strange sound, like a person's throat was choked, only a simple hesitation sound.
"He has just been born, and he is still getting used to the sounder." The old bartender explained, and rushed into the building happily, said hello to Jarvis, and walked into the elevator very skillfully.
Tony glanced at Bumblebee with interest, but didn't pay too much attention to it. He often deals with artificial intelligence, and now he just thinks this "Bumblebee" is the artificial intelligence of the old bartender-his smart butler is the world's top Of course, he is not very interested in an artificial intelligence who can't even speak~www.mtlnovel.com~ He followed behind, looking at the back of the old bartender, but frowned without a trace. In his ears, Jarvis was reporting to him.
"The decline in his physical function is very alarming. It is obvious that he can't last long. The old injuries are also draining his little energy."
Tony frowned, but quickly let go, smiled again, and quickly followed. He knew the situation of the old bartender, and he knew the choice of the old bartender, and he could not interfere.
Carefree choice is also the greatest respect for an old fighter.
Behind them, Bumblebee gestured at the height of the gate and his own height, clutching his head humanely, seemed to have a headache, mumbled for a while, then transformed into a sports car and drove into the building.