Miss Clown subverts Marvel

"You're jealous of Pepper"

Tony pretended to be surprised and glanced at Colonel Rhodes, but saw that the other party rolled his eyes at him and ignored his joke. Rhodes asked seriously,

"I don't think there's anything wrong with the way you please the women you like, but don't you think it's a little too forced to let an ordinary person go to the battlefield?"

"You are too old-fashioned, my brother"

Tony covered his face and asked in an exaggerated tone:

"Am I not an ordinary person? I have never been a soldier and have not received corresponding training, but now am I not a superhero?

"Brother Rhodes, times have changed. As long as I admit that anyone can wear the armor, Jarvis will assist them. As long as you know how to act according to the instructions, you can become a powerful hero, little Chili peppers won’t be a burden, so you can rest assured.”

Hearing Tony's explanation, Rhodes also knew that he was overthinking. He was just an ordinary soldier, and what he usually learned were methods of killing people on the battlefield. In an area that he was not familiar with, he gave up fighting and fighting with great self-knowledge. Tony argued.

Rhodes stopped talking. He and Tony looked at each other in silence for a few seconds, coughed, and then continued:

"Tony, you are a genius, so I believe in your ability, but I want to ask, have you told Pepper about this?"

"No, but she doesn't have the right to refuse."

Rhodes is a little strange, why is Xiaojiao just the CEO of your company, and why he doesn't even have the power to reject you as the boss.

"why"

Tony spread his hands towards Rhodes and said matter-of-factly:

"Because of my relationship, she has been regarded as the primary target by the enemy. If she does not wear this suit of armor, the enemy will still attack her in the future. As long as she wants to live, she can only become a member of my team."

""

Seeing Tony's look of needing a beating, Rhodes felt for the first time that Pepper's life wasn't that easy either.

Time flew by and unknowingly it was already noon, which was lunch time. Pedestrians were pouring into the restaurants all over the streets. After a busy morning, Harley and Ella could finally rest.

Ella rubbed her sore back, and for the first time she felt that the flower shop was actually not so hopeless. Judging from the turnover in the morning, if the follow-up period continued, it would be able to maintain an average of one-third of today's business every day. If the amount is high, then Harley's flower shop can also earn a considerable income.

By this time, she finally began to have a sense of recognition of her daughter's decision. Of course, she did not tell Harry her thoughts. After all, the current flower shop was almost the result of her operation, and Harley officially took over. How the flower shop will develop in the future depends on her own efforts.

Harley really didn't know what her mother was thinking, but even if she knew, she probably wouldn't care. The florist worked hard for a long time, including the wedding flowers ordered by a customer, and only made a few thousand dollars in total. This is still Without taking into account the running costs and rent, if you want to calculate the gross profit margin, then I'm afraid there will only be a fraction left.

Harley naturally doesn't like this small amount of money. Not to mention that she is already a famous villain leader. Even if she wants money, she still has a lot of money buried at home. She naturally knows what kind of business to make more money. quick.

At this time, Harley was squatting in a corner counting petals out of boredom. She was not as tired as Ella because of her strong physical fitness, but her patience was worn away. After all, she had all kinds of thoughts in her head. Asking the madman, it is simply a torture to greet others with a smile all the time.

"Harry."

Ella's voice sounded beside her, and Harley looked back. Unexpectedly, her mother had slumped down on a wicker chair nearby. She pointed at a handful of change and bills piled beside her, smiling sheepishly. road:

"I want to calculate today's accounts and see today's gross profit margin, so I don't have time right now. Can I trouble you to buy lunch?"

"sure"

Harry was eager to go out and relax, so he happily agreed to her mother's request, took off her anti-dirty apron, and rushed out of the store.

The nearest fast food restaurant to the flower shop is the KFC at the end of this street. However, since Harley ran out with the intention of being lazy, she naturally would not go to the nearest fast food restaurant. She ran straight to it without saying a word. Went to the Chinese community two streets away.

There are many Chinese living in Forest Mountain. They are good at food and cooking. Naturally, there are many unique snack bars in their settlement. The distance is appropriate and the food is delicious. It has naturally become Harry's priority.

Walking slowly on the street, it took Halle a full 10 minutes to reach a traditional Chinese fast food restaurant. She casually ordered two large portions of pasta, asked to take it away, and stood in line to wait.

The price of this store is very cheap, and although it sells Chinese food, the boss and employees are all authentic Americans, and there is not even a yellow person, so Harley does not have too high expectations.

While playing with her mobile phone, she was waiting in line nonchalantly. Suddenly, a diner in the restaurant caught her attention. He was a black man with a dreadlocked ponytail and a worn-out jacket.

At first glance, this man doesn't look particularly impressive, but upon closer inspection, he has an extremely strong figure hidden in his clothes. Just sitting there, he has a powerful pressure that is difficult to ignore.

This kind of muscular man with a strong body and a lot of strength is quite good as a puppet.

Out of this thought, Harley took the opportunity of passing by and threw a drop of blood at the other person's neck, and then left the restaurant.

Not long after Harley left the restaurant, suddenly, the sturdy black man frowned suddenly. He reached out and wiped his neck, and then a drop of blood came out.

This drop of blood squirmed crazily in his hand, as if it was alive. It tried to escape from this man's hand, but it actually had no effect.This kind of squirming only lasted for more than ten seconds, and the drop of blood slowly solidified, turning into deep black, and completely lost its activity.

Seeing this, the strong black man breathed a sigh of relief,

"Fortunately, we Asgardians are immune to the virus, otherwise we would have died inexplicably."

Gently flicking away the blood clot in his hand, the strong black man looked at his intact fingers and said to himself with some doubts:

"Where does this blood come from? The virus in it is so corrosive."

This drop of blood might have come from someone in the restaurant, but he didn't know whose it was.