Asshole! Aren't you a bat? Why do you always steal the work of an angel? The tycoon glared at the charcoal head in front of him and cursed inwardly.
A moment later, he closed the cooler. "Deal."
Luke nodded in satisfaction. "Jarvis, open the elevator for me. I'm leaving."
Tony watched him walk to the door and finally couldn't help but ask, "Hey, how do I give you the research results?"
Without looking back, Luke threw him another USB. "My contact information is inside."
Tony caught it.
Luke said, "If you need help, you can leave a message. Of course, it's best if it's at night. "
Tony's mouth twitched. "You're not really a bat, are you?"
He couldn't help but think of a large bat who worked hard in a dark cave during the day, and found it inexplicably funny.
Luke turned his head, and his blood-red glasses seemed to flash with disdain. "No, Batman is just a part-time job, just like how your main job is to be the chairman of Stark Industries."
Tony was speechless.
His main job had been as chairman for more than a decade, and it had only been a few months since he started working as Iron Man.
Luke's words made sense, and he couldn't refute them.
After Luke stealthily entered the elevator and went downstairs, Tony began to ponder.
The Bat Armor 2.0 wasn't an ordinary product. Even if it wasn't as good as Mark 4's, the gap was only twenty to thirty percent.
Also, as a top genius in firearms development, Tony knew that the design of the Bat Armor wasn't the same as that of the Iron Man armor.
As a rescue armor used in the city, the Bat Armor 2.0's power system wasn't any worse than Mark 4's, and it barely had a weapon system.
But its stealth and agility were much better than Mark 4's.
Even if Tony found fault with the Bat Armor's stealth system, he would still be nitpicking.
Every real product had its flaws. Perfect products could only appear in dreams, and designers could only make choices based on actual needs.
With the current performance of the Batsuit, it could already meet the needs of Batman, so it was an above-average product.
That's right, it couldn't be any better! The best armor will always be my Mark 1 armor! The tycoon made up his mind, but when he turned around and saw the cooler that contained Life One, he couldn't help but freeze.
Alright, his life was also very important. Without life to research, the steel armor quickly became an outdated product.
Tony, who was a little depressed, walked over and picked up the suitcase. "Jarvis, get my private jet ready. I'll return to the Malibu villa right away."
He usually liked to wear the Iron Man Armor between New York and Los Angeles, which was much faster than a private jet.
But with Life One here today, it was impossible for him to fly at supersonic speed with such an important thing, so he could only go back by plane.
Fortunately, he could work on the plane, so it wasn't a waste of time.
With that in mind, Tony put on his armor and flew straight to his private airport.
Luke, on the other hand, was delighted.
His research ability was too poor, even in the pharmaceutical industry, which Tony didn't pay much attention to.
Even ignoring Tony's cheat halo of inspiration, Stark Industries could set up a complete medical research team at any time, which Luke couldn't compare to.
This was not just a matter of money, but a crushing advantage brought about by the combination of fame and strength.
Fortunately, Luke didn't care about face. He only cared about substance.
This time, he had refreshed the tycoon's ability into the system, so he had to give him something in return. Helping the tycoon cure his minor shortcoming was enough for him to feel at ease.
Since he could use Tony's strength to complete Life One's research, and the most important raw material, the Blood Orchid extract, was in Luke's hands, he wasn't afraid of being kicked out in the end.
It wasn't that Luke was wary of Tony, but that Life One really might come up with something extraordinary.
In his preliminary research, this medicine from the Blood Orchid extract had some miraculous powers.
Treating external injuries was just its most obvious and simplest function. Sloan had said that it could also treat the damage to the brain caused by Physical Outburst and Curve Shooting.
This kind of damage wasn't just a simple external injury; it was already at the genetic level.
Sloan's method of using it was like using gold to make car tires and then wandering the streets to show off his wealth.
If Tony Stark knew about this, he would definitely diss such a reckless waste of natural resources. Sloan wouldn't be able to escape the comment that he was retarded or a paramecium.
However, it was already good enough that Life One's research could produce results in a few months, so he didn't have to worry about it for now.
Luke quickly calmed down and went home to do his handicraft lessons.
The most important thing right now was to clear the Sentinel Special Service dungeon.
One or even several suitable sets of armor could multiply the benefits of this dungeon. He had to do everything he could to make the best of his preparations.
…
It was another few peaceful days.
Carol and Lorna had been moved to another apartment building. The two women still lived in seclusion and were forbidden from going out at the same time.
Although their faces were fine, the Thousand Faces system couldn't change their figures. When the two women's eye-catching height difference was put together, it was easy for them to attract attention.
Stacy and the other two women had already moved to the staff dormitory rented by the record company. With the cover of the other employees, and without the threat of the Sentinel Special Service, they were very safe.
The other side of the high table was still silent, and hadn't done anything about Night Devil yet.
Jaina had sent word that there was internal strife at the high table. The reason for the internal strife was naturally Night Devil John's recent actions.
She, who had been resurrected according to the plan, finally completed the succession ceremony and officially became the head of the Camorra family.
Santino was dead, but the bounty he issued was still in effect.
Although it was very strange that the dead Santino wanted to avenge the living's sister, the ten million and the special contribution reward would attract the next batch of assassins.
However, what had happened to Tarasov, Santino, and the Fraternity would make those who wanted to make a fortune calm down a little.
There weren't many killers who dared to complete this bounty, and the opportunity to kill more than a hundred killers in one go definitely wouldn't appear again.
The key was that Night Devil John had violated the rules of the Blood Oath Badge. Not only did he not kill Jaina, he even killed Santino, the client.
But Jaina, who had become one of the twelve Masterminds, refused to issue the extermination or the bounty because she suggested that Santino's bounty was against the rules.
It didn't make sense that Santino could use the high table's reward to place a bounty on one of the twelve Masterminds, and the high table still had to ask John to complete the blood oath.
If the twelve Masterminds approved of this behavior, then everyone could issue commissions to assassinate each other in the future, and the high table would continue to give out rewards.
There was a disagreement within the high table over this issue.
Although Jaina wasn't one of the twelve Masterminds when Santino commissioned her, she was now.
If the Blood Oath Badge that the high table created could force a killer to take the initiative to assassinate one of the twelve Masterminds, and they had to complete it, then where was the authority and intelligence of the twelve Masterminds?
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