In Marvel: Too Many S-Class Talents to Use

Tony sniffed a big mouthful of snot, pointed at the reactor on his chest, and looked at Su Ming:

"Look carefully, this is a reactor, not a hot pack! It's colder than Loki's joke right now..."

There was a tremor in his voice.

Looking at Tony who was freezing like a dog, Su Ming felt that given their relationship, it should not be a problem to save him from the cold.

"No, you're not cold!"

"Om-"

The effect of putting your words into practice is immediate.

Tony's eyes gradually widened as he looked at Su Ming. The cold that had tortured him along the way now quickly dissipated like thin snow under the scorching sun.

For a moment, Tony felt as if he was in a warm fireplace room, and his body, which had just experienced the fatigue of the battle, immediately felt sleepy.

"what--"

Tony yawned unconsciously, glanced at the cape in his hand, and casually hung it back on the statue.

Also pretend to organize it:

"I think the pattern on it is quite nice. Hmm...it looks like a lost needlework technique."

Tony, who had long known that Su Ming was extraordinary, could not help but sigh again:

What a cheating fellow...

Su Ming was already accustomed to Tony's stubbornness, and reminded Tony that Ms. Pepper, who was thousands of miles away, was still worried.

"Ah yes!"

Tony then found a roadside telephone booth, decrypted the code, and left a message for Pepper.

After a brief apology, he added in a low voice:

"I just nearly stole a cape from an Indian chief...

Your commission doesn’t seem impulsive…”

Su Ming looked at the Mark 42 mech sitting casually on the ground outside the phone booth, which was covered with traces of battle damage. An idea crossed his mind:

“Valuation!”

Mark 42 Prodigal Armor (depreciated) → $40 billion valuation

"hiss--"

A prototype, without any powerful features and in a tattered state...

Can it still be worth 40 billion?

Is this mecha so valuable?

Mechas have always belonged to Tony, and Su Ming has never thought about taking them.

But it's different now.

It won't be long before Tony summons all of his mechas and blasts them all out.

Recalling the scene of all the mechas exploding at the same time, Su Ming thought with heartache:

"To pretend to be this bad—it's a disease! It needs to be treated!"

Tony has such a deep psychological shadow because he has no ability but loves to show off.

This time, I will make sure he correct this bad habit!

By the way...

Chapter 150 The mastermind behind the scenes

The more Su Ming thought about it, the more he felt that the day Tony confidently destroyed all the mechas would be the day he was fully recovered.

But how could he watch Tony do such an impulsive thing?

Those are all the results of Tony's cultivation in seclusion in the laboratory!

It's fine if you don't cherish it, but don't bring disaster to it~

If you don’t want something anymore, you can give it to someone else, like me.

It would be a shame to blow it up...

No, we have to save these innocent armors.

But, how can we keep the armor and heal Tony at the same time?

The more Su Ming thought about it, the deeper his thoughts became.

Tony's psychological problems are probably related to his obsession with armor.

While he enjoys the glory of being a superhero, he is also aware that he is just an ordinary person when he takes off his armor.

Facing an enemy as powerful as the Chitauri army, even with Iron Man's strength, it was almost glorious.

What about Tony himself?

Tony must have asked himself, who is Tony Stark without his armor?

Or Iron Man?

Can you still save the world?

His psychological problems became more and more serious with repeated self-doubt.

Yes, that must be the case.

"Why does it feel like I'm helping a teenager addicted to the internet escape his misery?"

Thinking of this, Su Ming's thoughts gradually became clear.

The plan to cure Tony is gradually taking shape - to help him regain confidence in himself.

When this self-confidence exceeds his obsession with the armor, Tony will find himself again.

The first step is to get rid of the armor and let him return to his identity as Tony to face the problem.

At this time, don't help if you can, and force Tony to solve the problem independently.

Then, as he takes action, it secretly reinforces Tony's self-identity and helps him build confidence.

Finally - it’s the battle to defend the armor!

Su Ming, who understood the crux of the matter, decided to choose between completing the commission and obtaining the armor.

All of them!

He liked Tony's armor very much. After Jarvis' introduction, he could even easily call out the name and characteristics of each armor.

If all these outstanding inventions were to be blown to pieces by Tony's impulsiveness...

It's simply a sin!

Su Ming would never allow this to happen.

So he made up his mind to focus on protecting the armor in the next operation.

By the way, help Tony quit his internet addiction.

At this moment, he missed his big brother Thor a little bit.

It is said that Professor Yang's electrotherapy is very effective for this symptom. If it were Thor, the effect would surely be even better!

"Hey! Yin Jue, there are no reporters waiting for you to pose here, let's go..."

Tony's voice came over. He had already walked some distance and found that Su Ming was still standing there in a daze.

At this moment, Tony, who was no longer afraid of the cold, wore his short-sleeved T-shirt and stood with his head held high on the snowy street. He looked like a completely different person from the one who was frozen like a dog before.

"Don't you want your Mark 42 anymore?"

Su Ming saw that Tony left in a cool manner and had no intention of taking his armor with him.

"I know what you're capable of. Why don't we just let it fly and follow us?"

Tony looked matter-of-fact.

Facing Tony's suggestion, Su Ming put his hands in his pockets and said calmly:

"Do your own thing..."

What does it have to do with you that the person who commissioned me is Ms. Pepper?

Capitalists are used to ordering people around, right?

I'm not a happy person and I don't have the habit of doing chores for you.

Su Ming left as soon as he said he would.

"Own……"

Tony, who didn't expect to be rejected, looked at his armor which was now no different from a pile of scrap metal.

Thinking back to its weight, I felt troubled:

"Don't go. The price is negotiable."

"Oh? What do you say?"

When the price was mentioned, Su Ming was no longer sleepy.

Tony raised a finger but said nothing, perhaps too embarrassed to speak.

"$1 billion?"

Su Ming started to guess.

"1."

Tony had a look on his face that said, "Are you dreaming?"

What a joke, just moving a set of armor, and it costs 1 million...

What the hell are you thinking about?

When Su Ming heard Tony's offer, he immediately lost interest:

"Move it yourself!"

So stingy...

Tony is not actually stingy here, but Su Ming simply doesn't care about that little bit of money.

It even feels a bit insulting.

And Tony was scolding him, because he had fallen into the sea before, but he didn't even offer to help...

He watched helplessly as he got into trouble without any brotherly feelings.

Took out the rope and walked towards Mark 42

……

"We can't keep going like this!"

Tony, dragging his armor, didn't walk far before suggesting finding a place to stay.

You might ask why Su Ming didn't just open a portal back to the base.

Are you kidding? We are treating Tony here. How can he recover if we don't let him suffer a little?

So, Tony pried open a nearby garage, put the Mark 42 on the sofa, and worked up a sweat again.

"Fate, good boy, just wait for me..."

In order to help Tony recover as soon as possible, Su Ming was very considerate and did not help at all.

The main purpose is to accompany, or in other words - to watch the fun.

Even though the proud Tony was exhausted, he didn't ask Su Ming for help.

But just because I didn't say anything doesn't mean I'm unwilling to accept your help, so Tony looked at Su Ming with some dissatisfaction at this moment.

When Tony sat at the table and wanted to treat the wound on his arm with the help of the light.