Jarvis reminded him, "The laboratory downstairs doesn't have the conditions to create a new element for the time being, sir."
Tony wiped the blue ball of light away and turned to the round platform outside the room. "It's time to go back and make a twenty million renovation plan for the laboratory. Are you ready to sweat, buddy?"
Jarvis said, "Please replenish your water, sir."
"No problem." Tony's smile wasn't big, but there was a sense of relief in it.
He walked onto the corridor on the external platform. The sides of the corridor opened, and pairs of mechanical arms rose up with Mark VI components and quickly and accurately placed them on his body. By the time he stepped onto a small round platform on the outermost edge, Mark VI was already equipped.
Whoosh! Boom!
Flames erupted from the armor's hands and feet, and Mark VI soared into the air, drawing a huge arc in the night sky as it headed for Malibu Beach in Los Angeles.
…
On the other side, Luke was a little amused. The tycoon's pride and stubbornness really weren't an exaggeration.
Even though he trusted Batman and had personally tested Life One, he was still unwilling to honestly admit his fear of death.
When Luke personally said that he was afraid of death, the tycoon didn't change his mind on the spot.
But he was sure that after tonight, Tony would definitely consider treating his chest injury more seriously.
Whether it was Life One, "superpowers," or claiming that Batman was also afraid of death, in the end, it was just a bargaining chip to increase Tony's courage to treat himself.
Luke didn't think he was being too good to the tycoon.
He now had a net worth of nearly a hundred billion yuan, all thanks to Tony's technology package and his manipulation of Stark Industries' shares.
In the end, he had to be a little more generous.
After tonight's conversation, Tony had prepared a name for the identity that he had been thinking about for a long time — a "friend" who could sell Batman many magical goods.
With this sockpuppet, he would be able to pull together his allies.
The key figure in this alliance wasn't Batman, but the "mysterious businessman" who provided the goods.
Batman could be a spiritual leader, but he couldn't really belong to any team, nor could he be responsible for the actions of others.
But this "mysterious businessman" didn't matter. He could be Batman's best friend, sponsor, teammate, or purveyor.
Everything that Batman couldn't talk about could be this businessman's doing.
In any case, everyone in America knew that businessmen could be shameless. The more successful they were, the more shameless they became.
With that in mind, he entered the sewers.
A moment later, Luke emerged from another sewer and put on his V uniform before heading for his second target of the night — Damon and his daughter's house in New Jersey.
He also sent a message first and arrived at the door on time. He gently knocked on the door twice, thrice, thrice.
A moment later, the door opened, and Mindy tried to widen her eyes.
Then, she felt a slight flow of air beside her, and the door was closed by an invisible hand.
Mindy jumped a few meters away and warily touched the handle of the butterfly knife at her waist. She looked at the transparent and distorted air at the door.
The next moment, like a chameleon changing colors, the transparent and distorted shadow turned into a man wearing a Zorro hat, a black cloak, and a smiling mask in three seconds.
"Wow, this is so cool." Mindy's mouth opened wide as she exclaimed from the bottom of her heart.
Even she felt that it was cool to see someone transform into a living person right in front of her.
Luke chuckled and nodded at the little girl, before he greeted Damon in the living room. "Long time no see, Damon."
Damon was much better than his daughter. His expression didn't change at all.
However, he finally took out his hand from under the armrest of the sofa. It was holding an MP7.
Turning off the safety and putting the gun on the table, he said, "You're still as cautious as ever, V."
"You're not any less vigilant than me. Not bad." Luke walked over with a smile and picked up the MP7. He nodded and then shook his head. "These personal adjustments are very good. Unfortunately, the quality of the gun is too mediocre."
Damon was stunned. "This … is enough for us."
Luke chuckled. "Damon, have you seen the news recently?"
Damon nodded and was about to speak.
Mindy, however, had already slipped over to Luke's side. She jumped up when she heard that. "Batman? You mean Batman?"
Luke nodded. "That's right. But you forgot to mention Iron Man and Mourning Whip. "
Mindy's eyes sparkled. "But I still like Batman the most. That old man Tony Stark is too showy and low-class. "
Luke was lost for words. "… I think we should talk about their equipment first, okay?"
Mindy scratched her head and apologized in embarrassment. "Sorry, I was too excited."
Luke said, "It's fine. Isn't your dad very calm?"
Damon was helpless. He wasn't a fan … Fine, he actually thought Batman was more handsome, but he couldn't say that to Mindy.
His daughter had already suspected that he was imitating Batman last time. If he said that again, wouldn't that prove that her father was an old fan?
Luke finally got down to business. "Let's talk about Mourning Whip. Can your current weapons deal with him?"
Damon and Mindy both frowned and shook their heads solemnly.
Mindy was the first to speak up. "That's impossible. I've seen videos of him fighting Iron Man, especially when he has a complete second set of armor. Regular guns won't work, right? "
Luke nodded. "That's right. I can tell you that even a 30mm cannon with special armor-piercing bullets can only disrupt his movements. It'll be very difficult to break his defense. "
Ivan's complete armor was twice as thick as Mark 6's, and was in the style of a heavy bear. Coupled with the electromagnetic deflection of the two ion whips, it was ridiculously resistant to regular firearms.
Mindy suddenly clenched her fist and smashed it into her other open palm. "Got it. It seems that I still have to practice rope darts. That way, I'll be able to disrupt Mourning Whip's whip like Batman and tie him up."
Damon held his forehead. "How many years did it take to practice Batman's rope darts? Regular materials can't resist Mourning Whip's whip; it's too powerful. "
Luke was a little amused. The little girl was really a hardcore fan of Batman. She even wanted to imitate his weapons and tactics?
Luke, however, said, "So, your equipment should be upgraded."
Damon shivered. Recalling the fear of bankruptcy and Mindy's tuition, he subconsciously blurted out, "How much?"
Luke: "… We can sell it at cost."
Damon smiled bitterly. "Well … I've been drawing recently."
Only then did Luke remember that his original self had persuaded Damon to become a cartoonist. He couldn't help but ask, "Have you sold it?"
Damon had a conflicted expression. "Well, I draw comics."
Luke was intrigued. "Have you submitted it?"
Damon couldn't help but look at Mindy. He coughed and said, "Not yet. It's too early to submit it."
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