"That's a coincidence." Nan Wukong patted the back of Tony's Mark 2, and the Mark 2 started to shake.
There is an obvious depression in the location where the photo was taken.
The flight became unstable, and the flight altitude was slowly decreasing. Nan Wukong followed Tony down and watched him struggle beside him. Nan Wukong said with a little gloating: "It's an improvement compared to that big tin can, but it still needs more work."
Improvement.”
After Nan Wukong finished laughing, he returned to the hotel, teasing Tony Stark to make him feel happy, "I can sleep well."
"You bastard!" Tony finally regained his balance, gritted his teeth and watched Nan Wukong leave.
Tony took a breath and asked, "Have all the records Jarvis just kept saved?"
"Yes, sir, there are no errors in the records."
Tony returned home and fell directly from the ceiling to the basement, even smashing an expensive sports car.
Tony was lying on the ruins of the luxury car, taking off his mask and looking at the hole in the ceiling. The starry sky was so beautiful, but his mood was not that good.
Before setting off, he thought he was a unique person in the world, whether it was intelligence, money, status, charisma, or creativity that even geniuses feared. However, when he went out and saw a suit that was even more beautiful than the one he made,
of battle clothes.
The Mark 2 is simply vulnerable.
"Jarvis, it's time to get started. Transfer the records to the database."
Tony Stark can't be defeated, he can definitely make a better suit.
"Sir, the upload has been completed."
Tony had already taken off the Mark 2, walked straight to a huge screen, and started playing with it.
"The force of the slap is 3 tons?! This jet device is not an ordinary rocket jet. The one under the silver breastplate is made of leather? No, zoom in and take a look..."
"Jarvis, remember to order breakfast for me tomorrow morning."
Tony was busy all night, and Nan Wukong had a good sleep.
A knock on the door early in the morning woke Nan Wukong up.
Nan Wukong put on a long white nightgown and opened the door. A young, beautiful and very eye-catching auburn-haired waitress stood at the door pushing a food station.
"Did breakfast come at the wrong time?"
"Sir, you have stayed in our hotel for such a long time, and today's breakfast is specially prepared for you by the chef." The waitress is tall, and the waitress's uniform cannot hide her straight and perfect figure, as if the uniform is one size too small.
Stick it on your body.
"Oh? Then I'm going to have a good taste." Nan Wukong lowered his head, not knowing whether he was looking at the breakfast or the proud pair of breasts.
The waitress placed the food on the table in a polite manner, while Nan Wukong went into the bathroom to wash up.
There was no one around for a while, and the waitress quietly entered Nan Wukong's bedroom, seemingly looking for something.
When she heard the door open, the waitress made a serious move to make the bed. She even bent over and pointed her towering arms at the door, so that she could notice it as soon as she entered the door.
It's a pity that Nan Wukong didn't enter the bedroom, but started to feast directly on the big meal.
When the waitress came out, Nan Wukong didn't think much about it, because the deluxe suite had a dedicated waitress who acted like a housekeeper to help clean up the room, but this was the first time he had seen this waitress.
"Where is Miss Bella from before?"
"Sir, Bella has asked for leave. Her child has a parent-teacher conference. I will temporarily take her place for one day."
"Then she must have a happy family. It's really enviable."
"Yes, sir. Bella has a happy family and you are so approachable. Are you a neon person?"
Nan Wukong smiled and said in Japanese: "No, Chinese."
Waitress: "???"
"Really Chinese." This time it was in pure Mandarin Chinese.
The waitress thought that Nan Wukong was teasing her, so she said in broken Chinese: "What do you think of breakfast?"
"Your Chinese is so bad. I don't know where the domestic TV stations came from to boast that your pronunciation is really good. The breakfast is good, and the taste is very different from the past."
"Of course, sir, because I made the breakfast, I think I am qualified to be an excellent wife. What do you think? Sir."
"Of course you are qualified, whether it's appearance, skills, or figure." Nan Wukong approached the waitress, and even leaned slightly to put his head close to the waitress's shoulder.
He said softly: "It smells very good, it doesn't smell like pickled cosmetics."
"It's a great honor, but I have a little doubt that I hope you can answer."
"You can tell me."
"If it involves your secret, I hope you can think clearly before answering." The waitress' tone suddenly dropped from charming to cold.
Looking carefully, the waitress's delicate hand appeared with a dagger pressed against Nan Wukong's abdomen. If she moved even an inch, Nan Wukong's brother would be killed.