In the following days, Du Mu took on the role of Tony's bodyguard, reporting punctually to the latter's seaside mansion every day.
Initially, Tony wasn't too keen on the idea.
That was until the day before yesterday, when several stock market investors, driven mad by the crash, somehow managed to breach the mansion's basic security. Waving cleavers, they charged right into the living room, yelling that they would chop off the 'little Tony' to make soup.
If Du Mu hadn't descended like a divine soldier, subduing the madmen in a few quick moves, Tony would have nearly become 'Toniette'.
Since then, he had become completely cooperative, even actively asking for Du Mu's protection.
He could afford to lose his life, but 'little Tony' absolutely could not be harmed!
"Du Mu, I've already bailed the people out. You can safely continue your undercover mission."
"Village Chief, I'm always confident in your work."
"My name is Coulson."
"Okay, Village Chief. No problem, Village Chief. Goodbye, Village Chief."
Du Mu hung up Coulson's call without hesitation.
Yes, those mad investors were none other than S.H.I.E.L.D. agents Du Mu had invited for a friendly cameo.
Otherwise, how could ordinary people so easily break into the home of a top billionaire?
Truth be told, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents' acting was excellent; they nearly gave Tony a psychological trauma.
Du Mu even suspected that besides their S.H.I.E.L.D. salaries, they might have side jobs, perhaps as actors or extras.
At this moment, Du Mu was comfortably sprawled on the high-end sofa in the living room—the kind that could double as a bed—his legs crossed. He was flipping through TV channels with one hand and ravenously tearing into a piping hot pizza with the other.
His relaxed posture made it seem as though he was the owner of the mansion.
Tony had just finished debugging the Mark III in his underground lab and came up, smelling of machine oil and exhaustion, only to see this scene.
Especially seeing that Du Mu was eating his ordered pizza, he was so angry his lungs were about to explode!
Was this the bodyguard he hired, or a lord?!
"Give me a slice!"
Tony unceremoniously snatched a large piece from the pizza box in Du Mu's hand and took a huge bite.
Du Mu didn't mind, instead asking curiously, "Is your battlesuit ready?"
He knew Tony had been practically in seclusion for the past few days, pouring all his energy into tinkering with the Mark III in the underground lab.
"Of course!"
Tony flashed his signature confident smile, but then recalled the dangerous moment from the day before yesterday, adding with a hint of defiance, "If those few lunatics hadn't suddenly burst in that day, not giving me time to put on the suit, how would it have been your turn to act?"
Du Mu chuckled. "You think you get 'invincibility frames' when you put on the suit? Who would be kind enough to wait for you to slowly finish your transformation before attacking?"
"I'll solve that problem soon enough!"
Tony was momentarily choked up. Although he felt Du Mu had a point, his genius's pride made him stick to his guns.
He quickly finished his pizza, wiped his hands, and his expression suddenly turned serious. "Right, there's something I need your help with."
"What is it?"
"Remember the batch of Stark Industries weapons I had you blow up in the Middle East?" Tony asked solemnly.
Du Mu nodded. "I remember. You ran so fast that day your pants were practically falling off. It was hilarious."
Tony: "..."
He fought the urge to smash the pizza box over Du Mu's head and continued on his own, "I suspect someone inside Stark Industries is colluding with terrorists and secretly conducting arms deals."
"I need you to go to the Stark Industries headquarters for me, sneak into my office, and use this to hack into my personal computer's main unit to copy all the recent weapon shipment manifests."
Saying this, Tony handed Du Mu a small, silver USB drive.
"Why don't you go yourself? Isn't that your turf?" Du Mu asked in confusion.
Tony sighed helplessly. "Because I previously announced the closure of the weapons division, which severely damaged the board of directors' interests. They've united and issued an injunction, temporarily banning me from entering the company headquarters or participating in any company matters. I can't even get past the main gate if I go now."
"Then why not ask your assistant?"
"No, this mission is too dangerous. I'm afraid Pepper Potts will get targeted for retaliation by the mastermind. I can't let her take that risk."
Du Mu: "..."
So you're fine with me taking the risk, huh?
New York, Stark Industries Headquarters Building.
Du Mu walked into the ground floor lobby and saw many employees in business attire passing by. The building was heavily guarded, and the security measures were visibly stringent.
Tony's office was on the top floor and could only be reached by a specialized access elevator.
Although Tony had given him an access card, how to take the elevator straight to the top floor under the eyes of so many people was still a problem.
"Too many people. It's not easy to act."
Du Mu looked at the constant stream of people and temporarily suppressed a certain simple and brutal idea.
"No choice, I'll have to use that."
Du Mu made up his mind, turned, and walked into the men's restroom on the ground floor. He locked himself in a stall and pulled a flesh-colored hood from his game inventory.
Du Mu pulled the Disguise Mask over his head. The mask felt cold and quickly adhered to his facial contours upon contact with his skin.
Soon, the mask's surface rippled like water, gradually revealing a person's features.
This person was none other than Obadiah Stane, whom Du Mu had met a few days ago!
Next, Du Mu took out the Bow Tie Voice Changer he had acquired earlier and clipped it to his collar.
"Perfect!"
Du Mu adjusted his appearance, pushed the door open, and walked out of the restroom, wearing Stane's face.
"Mr. Stane, good afternoon!"
Seeing Du Mu appear, passing employees stopped and respectfully greeted him.
It must be said, this feeling was quite exhilarating.
Du Mu immediately adopted the boss's demeanor, cleared his throat, and used the bow tie voice changer to mimic Stane's voice. "Hello, everyone, thank you for your hard work!"
The employees were stunned.
Why did today's Mr. Stane feel a little different from usual?
They quickly replied, "It's no hardship, no hardship at all."
Du Mu nodded. "Good. Since it's no hardship, you all can voluntarily stay and work overtime today. I believe in your loyalty and passion for the company!"
Employees: "???"
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