owlsbooks Chapter 502 Clues
Chapter 502 Clues
5000 million US dollars to buy a prosthetic skeleton.
Although it may seem exaggerated, in fact, to Tony, this is just a drop in the bucket.
A special skeleton that can perfectly hide the breath and suppress the fluctuation of the spirit pressure of the god of death is simply a gift in the snow for him. Compared with the tens of millions of dollars he paid, it is basically like giving away for nothing.
Tony didn't ask Lord what he needed dollars for, he didn't care about that.
Pay in one hand and deliver in one hand.
After confirming that the check amount was correct, Lord got up slowly, turned around and walked into the room where the goods were piled up, pretended to rummage through it together, and then walked out with a skeleton.
The style of this prosthetic skeleton is different from the previous version. It has not been pre-carved with the appearance and physical characteristics of the user, but is more like a dummy model placed in a clothing store on the street.
Seeing Tony's suspicious gaze, Lord explained: "This is the latest prosthetic skeleton from the Technology Development Bureau. It can automatically generate a corresponding appearance and body shape according to the wearer's soul and spiritual pressure."
Tony half-understood, but he still accepted the argument, took the sentence, and found that compared with the one he used, the weight seemed to be much lighter, and the hand feeling when pinched was more trendy. Almost real.
"I am not responsible for the goods leaving the cabinet."
Lord tapped the edge of the table with his index finger, reminding Tony.
After hearing this sentence, Tony looked at the dummy model-like skeleton, and decided to try it on on the spot to avoid accidents.
Wearing a prosthetic skeleton is actually like the process of putting on a piece of clothing. You first take off the old-fashioned prosthetic skeleton you are using, and then 'squeeze' your soul into the new prosthetic skeleton.
"Oh, this feels... great!"
Tony, who had just put on the prosthetic skeleton, immediately felt light all over.
If the previous prosthetic skeleton gave him the experience, like a rusty old-fashioned machine, there is always a feeling that he can't do what he wants; then this new prosthetic skeleton brings him the feeling of Just like a newborn, he can manipulate every part of his body very smoothly, the silkiness is unbelievable.
And the best part of this prosthetic skeleton is not only the comfortable and silky experience, but also its most important function, which is to limit the fluctuation of the soul's external spiritual pressure in an almost extreme way.
Tony felt pretty good about this.
The restriction effect of this prosthetic skeleton was beyond his expectation, it could even be said to be close to perfect, and the fluctuation of spiritual pressure could hardly be felt!
Even if there is a death captain now, if he walks past him swaggeringly, he doesn't have to worry about being discovered.
"It seems that you are very satisfied with the goods."
Lord sat on the recliner again, raised his legs leisurely, and looked at him with a half-smile.
"Not bad, this is the effect I want!" Tony was overjoyed, his smiling face was covered with creases, and now he could finally feel at ease, and he didn't have to worry about it all day, and he didn't even dare to go out the door.
"In that case, I won't send it away."
Lord waved his hand, and issued a evacuation order in a subtle way: "Remember to take away the unused skeleton, I don't want to be thought that this is the scene of a murder."
"So heartless..."
Tony muttered, but he didn't intend to stay any longer, he picked up the unused skeleton, waved his hand and turned to say goodbye: "But thank you, now I don't have to worry, I will be discovered by those death captains .”
During the conversation, Tony had disappeared, and the sound of the sports car starting came from outside the door, and then the violent roar of the engine gradually moved away.
"Hehe, it's too early to thank me now." Lord stared at the place where he left, with a mysterious smile on his lips: "Bengyu is ready, it's time to notify Hasward."
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Queens Museum of Art.
It is a museum established in 1964 based on the predecessor of the New York World's Fair. It is one of the most famous attractions in the Flushing business district.
It happened to be Sunday, and the school was on holiday. Peter planned to rest at home for a day, but his buddy Ned forced him to go out for a walk to relieve his mood. He even asked his crush Michelle to come with him Visit and play here.
"Brace yourself, Peter."
Ned patted his friend on the shoulder, squinted his eyes, and said with a smile: "I have good news for you. It is said that today the CEO of Stark Industries will come here to give a speech in person, and by the way demonstrate the cleanliness of the new era. Energy, this is rare!"
"Peter, how long has it been since you slept well?" Michelle leaned forward and stared at the dark circles on Peter's face.
"Uh...I'm fine!"
Peter blushed slightly. He was a little uncomfortable at such a close distance. He hurriedly took a step back and rubbed his nose vigorously to hide his panic: "I have recently become obsessed with a game, so I go to bed late at night."
In fact, this is not the case. Since the end of the New York War, although the police have worked hard to maintain peace, the crime rate has continued to rise linearly, vaguely breaking the record of the past decade.
During this period of time, he couldn't rest at night. He was either helping the police catch criminals, or he was on his way to catch criminals. The scope of his business had even doubled, not only including Queens.
Even though Spider-Man has a superhuman physique, he can't bear it all day and night. He is either sleeping or taking a nap in class, which makes his friends and buddies suspect that he is in a bad mood, so they drag him out to visit the expo .
"Playing games?" Ned looked at his friend suspiciously. Others might not know, but he knew that Peter didn't like playing games at all.
"Play less games."
Naturally, Michelle couldn't be fooled by such an obvious lie, but she didn't choose to expose it, and instead led the topic elsewhere: "Let's go in quickly, the inside should have already started."
"Yeah, let's go!"
As expected, Ned's attention was diverted, and he dragged Peter inside, calling on Michelle to follow quickly.
Seeing that his friend and Michelle didn't ask any more questions, Peter heaved a sigh of relief, tried to force a smile on his face, and followed into the expo.
After going through several strict security checks, the three children successfully entered the interior of the expo. The front hall occupies a very large area and is full of technological sense of metal layout. Many people gathered in the audience, waiting for the CEO of Stark Industries Group, Bo President Ci's New Era Clean Energy Speech.
"A lot of people..."
Peter was squeezed into the crowd, regretting bitterly, why he didn't sleep at home, but came here to suffer.
The rioting crowd suddenly fell silent. Peter and the others raised their heads and saw a well-dressed woman walking to the booth with a microphone under the protection of a fat bodyguard.
"The current CEO of the Stark Group, Virginia Pepper Potts, is known as the woman behind Tony Stark, supporting the huge group by herself." 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 gossipingly.
"Miss Potts is really nice, she is very gentle and considerate." Peter interjected.
Ned elbowed his friend, and said disdainfully, "It's not a good habit to brag, as if you knew her."
Not only do I know her, I also know Mr. Tony, Mr. Frank, and Captain Rogers... Peter curled his lips and complained secretly in his heart.
Potts' speech was very attractive, and everyone in the audience was deeply impressed. Only Peter was yawning because he was too tired.
Feeling really bored, Peter, who was afraid of falling asleep, looked around the expo, looking for something new, so as not to fall asleep later.
Just as his eyes swept over the right back, the spider sensor suddenly responded, and the hairs on his arms stood up one by one, as if to indicate the imminent danger!
"That person...is suspicious!"
Peter's heart tightened, and he quickly locked on the target source of the spider's induction.
It was a man in his forties, with a characteristic Middle Eastern beard on his chin, holding a bunch of dog tags tightly in his hands, muttering as if he was muttering something.