8mi Chapter 151 Let Me Explain
Chapter 151 Let Me Explain
Chapter 151 Let Me Explain
Technology has changed life.
This statement also applies to Joey, who hasn't made any money.
Clearly, what he could think of, others could also think of.
Some clever people across the Pacific have figured out how to mass-produce diamonds, and they're not as valuable as they used to be.
"What more do you want? You just moved your hand slightly and got $25000 in cash."
Joey and Spark had just come out of an underground black market in New York, where the latter felt that Joey was indeed a bit too eager for quick success.
It's really not Joey's fault, because he knew that in this country, $25000 for a hospital stay would only be enough for a cold, which was a drop in the bucket compared to the girl's hospital bill.
Joey, calculating the bill, stuffed the two thin bills into his pocket. The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became. He impatiently scratched his curly hair and blurted out:
"Ugh, this is so annoying! Might as well conquer this country and reform the healthcare system while we're at it!"
That's just wishful thinking. If he actually did it, not to mention anyone else, Iron Man would probably be the first to get angry with him.
This is, after all, his world, his universe. Joey came here seeking help, not to do what Kryptonians do.
Moreover, conquest and governance are two completely different propositions.
Spark, arm in arm with Joey, smiled and gently comforted Joey:
"At worst, we can just make a few more, even bigger ones. Once you understand the principle, I can help you make them too."
This is no joke. Starfire itself is a miniature living star. The Tamaran's physique allows her to radiate high temperatures, while the Green Lantern Ring can create high-pressure conditions.
"No, that's too slow. The more of this stuff you make, the less valuable it becomes."
Joey scanned the city, located the hospital where Flint's daughter, whose real name was still unknown, was located, and then slowly strolled over there with Starfire.
The little money she had was enough to last her for a few days.
Money is definitely not a big problem for Joey. At worst, he can use the most primitive method: find two neutron stars in the universe to collide, or detonate a supernova, and bring back some gold.
Just as Joey was beginning to relax his tense nerves in his own way, Tony's blood pressure skyrocketed.
"I've told you so many times, Coulson, I don't know him at all!"
Faced with Coulson's polite questioning, Tony was too embarrassed to just throw a tantrum and kick him out.
On one hand, he had to give S.H.I.E.L.D. some face, and on the other hand, he was always a grateful person, as the other party had helped him a lot when he was collecting his father's belongings scattered in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s warehouse.
"Yeah... oh well, never mind."
Exhausted, Coulson no longer wanted to correct the other person's incorrect address; all he wanted to know was who that red-cloaked man was.
"This really concerns the safety of the world, Tony. We know he contacted you after the brutal murder of Bronsky."
As a former top supplier to the military, Tony knows many of the military's secrets, including that Bronsky is the human name for "Abomination".
It turns out they came to us because of this.
Once Tony understood what had happened, he immediately launched a counterattack:
"First of all, I will temporarily waive the charges against you for monitoring my residence."
"Secondly, Bronsky was completely out of control at that point. He was a large-scale living weapon, indiscriminately attacking people in a busy urban area. To be honest, that's not 'brutal killing,' it's 'instant death.'"
Tony's tone grew louder and louder. He had been dealing with Coulson's incessant chatter for half a day, from morning until noon, until his hangover had worn off. It was impossible for him not to be angry.
Especially since the other party was secretly monitoring visitors to his residence, that was enough to make him turn hostile—if Stark didn't show his power, S.H.I.E.L.D. really thought he was Hammer Industries.
"One last thing, get out..."
"Calm down, Tony. No one is spying on your place."
Agent Coulson realized he had misspoke and the other party had misunderstood, so he quickly explained:
"That guy in the red cape just swaggered over here. Anyone who's tracking him, unless they're blind, could see him enter your house!"
"I'll accept this explanation for now."
Coulson's words did not completely convince Tony, but once Tony had pressed him, the prideful Coulson would certainly be too embarrassed to continue questioning him about Joey.
Tony knew exactly what S.H.I.E.L.D. was all about, including Joey's origins, the crisis in another world, and their efforts in that world...
All of these things are topics that S.H.I.E.L.D. absolutely cannot touch.
Once it's exposed, that one-eyed man will definitely be furious.
Tony raised his wrist, glanced at the ordinary Jaeger-LeCoultre watch on his hand, and looked at Coulson warily:
"It's almost noon, would you like to stay and have lunch with us?"
Coulson smiled slightly, sensing the veiled hint in his words: "No, thank you..."
Boom!
Just as Coulson was about to politely thank him and leave, a beam of light appeared, and a mech materialized out of thin air in the living room.
The entirely silver-white mech, with its exposed hydraulic systems and electronic cables, landed in a kneeling position.
With a loud crash, the small bar counter on one side of the living room was smashed to pieces.
Coulson stared at the mech that had appeared out of thin air, his eyes filled with curiosity:
"Tony, what's this again?! Your new Jaeger?! It looks a bit like the Terminator to me?"
The Terminator armor, which had landed in a half-crouch position, slowly stood up. Its crimson eyes locked onto Tony, and it raised its rifle to aim, a dangerous mechanical voice emanating from its speaker:
"Target confirmed—Tony Stark—eliminated!"
Holy crap!
Agent Coulson reacted extremely quickly; the moment he saw the gun barrel rise, he instantly turned and tackled Tony, exposing his back to the gun.
boom!
The expected gunshot did not come. Instead, a muffled thud that Tony found all too familiar was heard—the sound of a small firework at a party!
Tony looked up and, sure enough, the mech that looked like the Terminator wasn't firing any deadly energy beams, but rather scattering long, shiny ribbons and colorful confetti.
Tony finally understood the situation. It was obvious who had sent this robot that looked exactly like the Terminator.
Recently, I've only talked to two people about Terminator!
I, you steel-boned monster, am a bastard!
Tony, who had silently cursed Cyborg three thousand times in his heart, struggled to control his facial expression.
But soon he would have to face Coulson's questioning again.
"Tony, you have to tell me the truth, what's this Terminator-like thing all about?!"
Because Coulson, who was also startled, immediately recalled how the red cape in the surveillance footage had appeared over New York:
"The way this mech suddenly appeared is exactly the same as that red cape!"
Coulson caught Tony completely off guard by the sudden teleportation, and Tony knew he might not be able to fool anyone this time. He began to frantically rack his brains:
"Calm down, Coulson. Let me make this up for you... oh wait, let me explain..."