A Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

Chapter 500

A great man once said it.

The bane we planted with our own hands will one day take root and sprout.

It doesn't matter who said it or what it meant, at least we both felt it.

I'm Tony Stark, the greatest inventor of this century, or a playboy, and a reformed prodigal, a capitalist who holds the keys to a new age, of course people prefer to call them more than the above titles I am - Iron Man.

It's just that from that day on, those normal lives in the past seem to be gradually drifting away from me.

Let me introduce myself again, my name is Tony Stark, a... Reaper.

No, it's not the skeleton monster in the movie, wearing a black cloak and holding a scythe, but a human being with extraordinary power.

It may seem unbelievable to you, but it is the source of my sleepless nights, and even my fear.

During the Battle of New York, I witnessed the ultimate power of the Grim Reaper, the captains of the [-]th Division Goutei.

The destructive power displayed by these people is simply unbelievable. Although I am not a devout believer, I can swear to God that if these captain-level gods of death are willing, they can erase New York City from the American map at will!

And this...is the source of my fear!

I am not a regular Grim Reaper, but was forcibly transformed into the Grim Reaper form by some evil guy, which means that I am a stowaway, and I will be arrested and sentenced to death if I am found.

So the question is, how do I deal with these problems?

I tried to invent the god-killing armor and the Atlas support system, but from the first battle of the alien invasion in New York, I found that these external equipment had limited improvement and could not be perfectly integrated with spiritual power.

Maybe I should try Lord's suggestion and look at it from a spiritual perspective.

Wait...Jarvis, get this guy off the camera!

Oh Falk, you idiot, you didn't even get a picture of me, who made you move? !

...

In front of the camera with the mechanical arm raised, Tony looked annoyed.

He worked hard to record a long section, but found that there was only sound, and wished he could dismantle the robotic arm on the spot.

"Jarvis, remember to remind me next time, throw this idiot mechanical arm out when recording." Tony pulled the recorder off, waited aside, and sat on the laboratory sofa angrily.

"It has been recorded in the system log, replace the intelligent control system of the robotic arm." Jarvis said solemnly.

"No, I regret it, don't memorize such useless things, just replace it with you next time." Tony's mind became faster than that of a woman, and after thinking about it, he thought it would be better to keep it, and picked up a cup of hot air Tang Teng's coffee: "Let's stop here for today's recording, I don't want to take another shot."

"No problem, sir." Jarvis said again: "Colonel Roddy is here, and he is in the hall, saying that he has something very important to see you."

"If he doesn't want to be his own patriot, why come to me?" Although Tony was puzzled, he put down the coffee in hand and said, "Let him wait a while, I'll change clothes and go over."

After a while, Tony changed into a dark blue striped T-shirt and took the elevator to the living room.

"Long time no see, Tony." Roddy stepped forward and hugged Tony, patted him hard, and said with a smile, "I mean you're in good spirits, much better than before."

"It's fine, it's fine, I don't like hugging a man." Tony pushed Roddy away with a look of disgust, then walked to the front of the wine cabinet, and reached out to take down a bottle of whiskey that was exquisitely packaged and was worth a lot of money at first glance.

"No, no, I'm here today for business, so I can't drink." Luo Di swallowed, waved his hands and refused.

"Actually, I didn't intend to share this bottle of wine with you." Tony gave him a surprised look, then shook the bottle in his hand: "This is a 62-year-old Macallan, I spent a lot of effort to get it from Bought it from a guy."

goo-dong...

Roddy swallowed louder, and when he heard it was a 62-year-old Macallan, the wine worms in his stomach were aroused.

But Tony said, he still poured a glass for Roddy, put it in front of him, sat on the sofa by himself, crossed his legs comfortably, sipped his wine and said: "A busy person like you comes to find I, I guess something must have happened, and it's not that young, right?"

As soon as the business was mentioned, Roddy straightened his back immediately, and said solemnly: "Tony, do you know about the Ten Rings Gang and the recent bombings?"

"Jarvis!" Tony yelled.

News about the Ten Rings and the recent bombings appeared in front of him in the form of projections.

It turned out that recently there was an al-Qaeda organization called the "Ten Commandments Gang", which caused a series of violent terrorist actions under the planning of the Mandarin. For example, three bombings occurred recently, which respectively attacked the garrison base in the United States, as well as the embassy and many place.

"Well, now I know." Tony took a sip of his wine, raised his eyebrows and motioned for Roddy to continue.

"..." The corners of Rody's mouth twitched, but fortunately he was used to his friend's nervousness, and after gathering his thoughts, he said, "What I'm going to say below is all confidential, please don't spread it outside, Tony. .”

"Hmm..." Tony agreed vaguely, but he didn't believe it in his heart.

"Actually, there were nine bombings, but the public only knows three of them." Luo Di took a deep breath and continued, "The crux of the problem is that we did not find the detonating device at the crime scene, nor Any traces of the bomb."

"So, what then?"

Tony shook the glass, and the ice cubes hit the glass wall, making a crisp sound.

"Do we want to ask you for help, Tony." Roddy said without hiding his intention, "You have high-tech armor and many technologies that we don't know. Maybe you can investigate the truth of the explosion."

"Sounds good, but...it's a pity." Tony put down his glass, curled his lips, looked at Roddy and said, "I've been busy recently, so you can find someone else to do this job, such as Aegis The game is good, aren't they the best at doing this kind of thing?"

"...Tony, I'm not joking with you." Roddy was a little anxious, and said seriously: "Since New York was invaded by aliens, the credibility of the United States has continued to decline, and we can't let things go any further. Otherwise, it will severely damage the national self-confidence."

"Yes yes yes... I know, world war, world destruction and so on." Tony spread his hands helplessly, and said, "But I'm really busy now, and I don't have time or interest to care about this kind of thing." It’s a mess, so you’d better find someone else to do it.”

After all, Tony got up and was about to leave.

"Wait, Tony!"

Rody didn't expect this scene at all, and grabbed Tony: "You can't ignore this matter. If SHIELD intervenes, the president will probably step down because of it. Don't forget that Pierce is one of the contenders for the next president." one."

"Tell you the truth, Roddy."

Tony's rare expression was very serious, he sighed heavily, and said: "I'm really busy now, I have to solve the matter at hand, I don't have time to manage a terrorist organization, let alone who is the current president."

Roddy froze for a moment, he had never seen such a serious Tony, and subconsciously put down his hand.

"No, Tony, you have to take care of this."

At this moment, a beautiful red-haired woman came out of the elevator. Her protruding figure attracted two men to scan her.

"Natasha...can you tell me how you got in?" Tony gritted his teeth with a cross vein popping up at the corner of his eyebrows.

"It does not matter."

Natasha lifted a strand of hair and pinned it behind her crystal ear, and swiped her fingertips smoothly on the tablet: "The important thing is that you have to look at this now, Tony."