Chapter 45: I Like Axes
The explosion was no strain for Buffyment, who was covered in Erdman alloy, and Tony knew that - his armor was also unscathed, just a little scratched.
But Buffett was still unhappy with this kind of thing, and Tony not only caused an explosion in front of him, but also didn't even say a word in the face of the detonated energy core, which made him a little embarrassed.
When he found Iron Man, Tony was staring affectionately at Pepper - they had just had a hot kiss and were about to come a second time, while Rod was watching and not talking.
"It's weird-looking, see Stark, who is forgetful. β
Buffett slowly lowered his shield, which he converted into a flying skateboard, which made his mobility much better.
After landing, he jumped up and down his shield like a skateboard, and before Tony and Pepper could react, he pointed at his chest and began to criticize him.
"Listen, Stark. Never do something you're not good at, you made a mess of it, and I now regret curing you.
Yes, you heard from Vanke, so why didn't you contact Agent Romanoff?
He can take the chick you care about to safety, and a large ticket of colleagues idle on the street to spy on innocent people.
Little Hammer can take it down with just a phone call from her, and you see what you've done?"
Buffett pointed to the square where there was firelight.
"Do you think you're doing a good job? Well, if you don't have a fever in your head, give Romanoff a call and it can all be avoided!
You died because you were really going to die at that time, so this time you did a mess because you ate too many burgers and your brain was glued with cheese?
Detonate the energy hedge in front of the face of your comrade-in-arms, if it weren't for me to change someone, he would die!
Stark, you never know what a team is, and if you join a squad, it's going to break them up sooner or later.
Arrogance, selfishness, neuroticism, vanity, superstition of personal abilities, you lack the basic qualities of interpersonal communication.
You're a giant baby, Stark, and if you hadn't had a mom named Pepper, you wouldn't have starved yourself to death in the lab in less than three days.
Ha, by the way, you can also ask your Daddy Jarvis to order food for you. β
Buffett said a lot of things in one breath, scolding Tony to the blood, but Tony didn't understand what was going on, and he didn't feel that he had done anything wrong.
"Man, who the hell are you, and you're not qualified to say that about Tony!?"
Rhodes is a soldier after all, he stood up and walked to Buffett's back and patted the Minotaur on the shoulder, but was hit in the stomach by the Minotaur's backhand punch without looking back, and fell off the roof of the building.
"Tony, you haven't come out of that battlefield yet, you have to face up to your PTSD, those soldiers will hold their guns after emergency trauma, they will go crazy and irritable without a gun, and they will be irritable when someone else has a gun.
Now, this armor is your gun, if you don't face yourself, you have to hold it for the rest of your life, never without it, never without the identity of Iron Man!
You are ignoring the dangers that this identity poses to you and those around you, and you are not prepared to endure it. β
Buffyment pulled out the lotus bone behind him, threw his hand on the head of Rod, who had just flown up from downstairs and was about to speak, and the one-handed hammer knocked Rod off the roof again, rebounding a beautiful arc, and flew back into Buffyment's hand with a whirl.
"If I were you, I'd give this girl a piece of armor, or sooner or later, your enemies will make you regret it.
Why do you think these heroes wear masks and do things silently, hiding their identities? Any one of them is much stronger than you. β
Buffett glanced meaningfully at the dazed Pepper, and Tony, whose chest was constantly rising and falling but was speechless, the shield behind his back quietly slid down, and the minotaur stepped on the skateboard and flew into the distance with first-class firelight, leaving Rhodes, who flew to the roof again, angrily shot a string of bullets at his back.
What Tony and Pepper feel about Buffeement doesn't know, and doesn't plan to know, that he has more important things to do right now.
"Where is this? I didn't expect you to save me. β
With a joke on his face as usual, this man really doesn't take life and death seriously, even if he just survived the self-explosion, it hasn't changed his cynical attitude.
"The basement across from Stark Tower, this is where I was spying on Obadiah Stein, you should know his name, Ivan Vanko. β
"yes, if it weren't for him, I wouldn't know there was such a thing as Iron Man. And what is your purpose, I think your armor is much stronger than that thief, and where you can use me?"
Buffyment was operating the computer on the side, and after hitting the enter hard, he walked over to the furry bear and looked up and down.
"How are you feeling now?"
"Not good, why don't you try it?"
Ivan's tone was not very good, it was inevitable, he was now wrapped like a mummy, and his body was covered with plaster cast and could not move, but even so, he still had several straps wrapped around his bodyβthe kind used to immobilize manic psychos.
"Seven broken ribs, a ruptured spleen, ruptured liver, intussusception, perforated lungs, ruptured stomach, dislocated lumbar vertebrae, cracked pelvic bones, so you survived, thanks to more than God. β
"Then I feel good, am I all replaced with iron?"
Ivan craned his neck, looked at his head and feet at a forty-five-degree angle to his body held to an operating table, and muttered indistinctly.
"I don't know how to speak a bear. But I know six furry bears, three Andrei, two Ivan, and one Natasha.
Honestly, I could cure you all at once, but I'm not going to do that until something is figured out. β
"I said at least my brain can move. β
Ivan still looked like he didn't care about anything, and his broken English was bounced out word by word.
"If you can give up the action against Stark, I can let you join us, rest assured, you are still free, in a way. β
Ivan looked at the minotaur with interest, but didn't say a word.
"Okay, your ability is good, but the level of technology you are exposed to is too backward, we are an organization that pursues the pinnacle of technology, as for heroes or something, it is a part-time job for security guards.
And a lot of results are also tested, just like our armor, in fact you should have heard of these names:
Enforcer, Winter Chill, Vampire Fangs, Labyrinth Templars, Green Elves, Personal Armament.
These are mobile armors, designed and produced for different people and different combat needs, and they are now active in the underground world of New Yorktown, and are the nemesis of those criminal organizations.
Recently, they have also had a tendency to expand unexpectedly, mainly with blood-sucking fangs and enforcers, and their targets are people or creatures all over the country, and if they are limited to New York City, it will affect the effectiveness of the attack.
I think you enjoy research, there are a lot of techniques here that will help you, and the only requirement is that you abandon the action against Tony Stark. β
As soon as he said this, Ivan's eyes showed mockery, and Buffyment, who was watching it, was stunned for a while, thinking that he had saved the wrong person.
"I know you're not reconciled, but you know, no one knows what happened, and I'm sure you have a version, and Stark has another version.
The only problem is that your father was poor all his life, and Howard Stark was super-rich.
But it's not anyone's fault, if Howard was in your father's environment, Tony and you would probably be in a similar situation, that's politics, not science and ability. β
Buffett erected Ivan's bed, and the furry bear, who was firmly fixed, opened his eyes in horror and burst into a glow of interest.
Opposite him was a wall of various armors, ranging from auxiliary combat suits that were about the same thickness as clothes, to stepping mechs with cockpits four or five meters high, and there were more than a dozen varieties of all kinds of large and small.
In front of these mechas, a mechanical arm is placed on a workbench more than a meter long, and a long whip hovers over it, the style is very familiar.
"How did you do that?"
"It's nothing, just rip out the core that is about to explode and throw it away. No explosion can destroy my shield, it's an 'unshakable thing', this one was just removed from your machine, your mech's materials are so poor, those alloys are too brittle to make a chariot, and you can make a pickup or something. β
Buffett pointed to the corner, and Ivan followed the direction of his finger, where there was a pile of garbage, a small pile of charred outer armor fragments, and the rest of the various broken components were piled together in various dead appearances.
"Your energy binding technique is very good, I took a look at it, and it was rough and made a finished product, but there was a problem with the lifespan, and it hung up after less than two minutes, which was too far from my expectations. β
Buffett regretfully fiddled with a black stick in his hand, which looked like a burnt neon kendo training bamboo sword.
"You want to make an energy lightsaber? You'll have to lower the energy output, and there's something wrong with the energy node settings. β
This is the sentence that Ivan said when he woke up, but his eyes were sharp, and he saw through Buffett's intentions at a glance, and also found the problem.
"It's just a test piece, lightsabers aren't my cup of tea, but there are a lot of vampire fanged warriors who will love this, their main opponents are vampires, lightsabers will have extra lethality, and I like axes. β