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"Tsk, he left without even saying bye."
Henry curled his lips and said, "What an impatient person."
He turned around and looked at the man with a worrying hairline who was walking towards him cautiously.
"Okay, Agent Phil." Henry gave Coulson a kind smile.
"Now that the myth class is over, isn't it time to talk about the aftermath of this place?"
Coulson looked at Henry's kind smile and felt a chill on his back.
He swallowed hard, trying to keep his voice from sounding shaky.
Aftermath? Do I dare to say aftermath?!
"Mr. Stark." He glanced at the metal ball and the surrounding streets that looked like they had been hit by a meteorite, and felt his blood pressure rising again.
"Regarding the property damage here, and that, uh, metal creation."
"Oh, you mean this?" Henry walked over and easily lifted the metal ball with one hand like a basketball, weighing it in his hand.
"This is a trophy, mine. Any questions?"
"No problem." Coulson broke out in a cold sweat.
Have a question? Do you dare to ask a question yourself?
Coulson was speechless. He was afraid that he would turn into a Coul son ball the next moment after saying a word.
"That's good." Henry nodded with satisfaction.
He thought about it, then took out his cell phone and dialed a number.
"As for the losses here..."
"Hello, Tony? Yes, it's me. How are things going over there? Oh, done?"
"That's good. Let me tell you something. I accidentally demolished a small town."
"Yes, the one in New Mexico. Don't worry, no civilians were hurt. Repair costs? Are you kidding? Of course, you paid for it! You're the CEO, who else should I ask for this kind of thing? What? You want to deduct donuts from me, too? Fuck! Tony Stark, you evil capitalist! Hello? Hello!"
Henry rolled his eyes at the hung-up phone.
This bastard actually dared to hang up on me!
He put away his phone, turned around, and spoke unhappily to Coulson, who had a dazed look on his face.
"Did you hear that? Ask Stark Industries to reimburse the repair costs. Send the bill directly to the top floor of Stark Tower, and find a red-haired lady named Pepper Potts, and say it was done by Tony's friend Thor. Don't mention me. By the way, ask Asgard for the other half. After all, Thor is also broke, right?"
After saying that, he no longer paid attention to Coulson, who was disheveled in the wind, and soared into the sky with the huge metal ball. He turned into a black stream of light and instantly disappeared into the night sky.
Coulson was left alone in the dust, thinking about a philosophical question.
Should I consider early retirement?
Nick Fury always assigns himself these dangerous tasks. He thinks, maybe he really doesn't need to work so hard?
High in the sky, the air currents whistled past Henry's ears, but the biological force field around him isolated all the strong winds, making the flight as smooth as taking a walk in his own living room.
He carried the compressed remains of the Destroyer like a bag of bowling balls fresh from the supermarket, feeling indescribably relieved.
"Jarvis, perform a deep scan of this metal sphere, and transmit the data back to Malibu in real time. I want every physical parameter, from its atomic structure to its energy conductivity. Nothing can be lost."
"Yes, sir. Preliminary scans show that the metal's atomic structure is extremely stable and contains a strange energy that cannot be identified in the database. It seems to be related to magic."
"Magic." Henry smacked his lips.
The end of science is indeed theology.
These guys in Asgard turned magic into technology, or rather, their technology itself is magic.
This trip to Asgard is becoming more and more necessary.
Not only for the Uru metal, but also for their huge knowledge system.
If Stark Industries could borrow Odin's library, its technological level would likely leap directly into the next era. He recalled the feeling of that punch just now.
The controllable increase in anger feels like a bug tailor-made for me.
Poor Banner, every time he transformed, it was like opening a blind box, never knowing whether he'd get a Green Guardian or a demolition maniac. But he could precisely control the output of his anger like adjusting the volume.
This feeling of controlling primitive wildness with reason is really wonderful.
The only side effect is that you will feel very hungry.
The punch just now almost drained most of the solar energy stored in his cells.
Now he felt like he had been playing games all night for three days and three nights. He felt weak all over and urgently needed to replenish a large amount of calories.
"That bastard Tony actually dared to take away my donuts!" Henry got angry when he thought about it.
"No, when we get back later, we must dilute all those bottles of red wine he treasures with Sprite."
A few hours later
The fighter plane landed smoothly in the underground hangar, and the hatch slowly opened.
Malibu beach house, California.
Tony was the first to come out, and the Mark armor on his body automatically disintegrated and returned to the bracelet on his arm.
"Welcome home, everyone."
He stretched and snapped his fingers at the people who were walking out behind him.
"Although there were some minor setbacks along the way, overall, our first official team-building event was a perfect success. Now it's free time to take a shower, have a drink, or just go to the beach and think about life. It's up to you."
Banner rubbed his sore shoulders and breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally back.
When I went on a mission with Tony, I felt like my heart was on a roller coaster.
But this feeling is not bad.
He glanced at Wanda and Pietro, who were curiously surveying their surroundings, and Blonsky, who looked calm, and a sense of belonging came over him. Perhaps this place could truly be his home?
"Hey, Tony!" Wanda mustered up the courage and called out to Tony, who was about to walk to the bar.
"Um, thank you for the tablet."
"Oh, no big deal." Tony turned around and raised an eyebrow at her.
"Remember to read more of the study materials and watch less of those boring romantic idol dramas. That stuff will lower your IQ. Of course, this is Henry's instruction."
He said this, but in his heart, he was quite satisfied with the girl's performance.
Henry, that bastard, has a really good eye for people.
As long as this little witch is guided properly, her future achievements will be limitless.
At this moment, a slight sound of breaking air came from the direction of the villa's terrace.
A black figure landed silently on the terrace.
"I smell the scent of capitalists enjoying a glass of wine alone after exploiting their employees."
Henry strode in from the terrace carrying a huge metal ball, which he threw casually.
The iron hammer hit the smooth marble floor with a thud, making a dull thud, and the whole villa seemed to shake.
"Oh, look who's back." Tony leaned on the bar with a glass of whiskey, looking at Henry with disgust.
But he looked Henry up and down, making sure there was nothing injured, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Our interstellar diplomat, Mr. Henry Stark. How was it? Did you have a good time in the New Mexico desert? Did you bring back a few beautiful female aliens to add some diversity to our team?"
"There was no female alien, but they brought back a big golden-haired guy whose brain was only muscles." Henry walked to the bar without any hesitation, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Also, before you comment on my diplomatic achievements, shouldn't you first take a look at the local specialties I brought back?"
He pointed to the metal ball on the ground.
Tony's eyes then fell on the unremarkable metal ball.
He just glanced at it casually, but the next second, his pupils suddenly contracted.
He appeared next to the metal ball in an instant, squatted down, stretched out his finger, and knocked it carefully.
"Bang! Bang!"
The crisp, dull sound and the dense feeling from his fingertips made Tony's breathing stagnate.
Damn, what kind of good material is this?!
This guy Henry!!
"Jarvis." His voice turned serious.
"Conduct material analysis immediately! Top level!"
Banner and Blonsky also gathered around curiously.
Banner took out a portable analyzer from his pocket and pointed it at the metal ball.
"Oh my God!" Banner muttered to himself as he watched the value on the analyzer explode.
"What kind of metal is this? Its structure is so perfect, it's like a man-made miracle. Its density is at least several times higher than any known stable element on Earth!"
"Uru metal." Henry leaned on the bar, crossed his legs, and announced the answer leisurely.
"A specialty of Asgard, handcrafted by the dwarves of the divine realm. It's said to have been blessed by old man Odin, the so-called magical enchantment. How is it? Is my gift of this specialty substantial enough?"
Tony didn't say anything, but instead stroked the cold surface of the metal ball obsessively, his eyes as if he saw a peerless beauty, no, even more fanatical than that.
For a man who regards technology and creation as his life, a new super material is the most deadly potion.
"Incredible! Absolutely incredible!" he murmured to himself.
"If this material can be used to make the shell of the Ark reactor, no, if it can be used to build armor!"
Henry smiled slightly and didn't speak immediately.