"It's time for the prank to end, little ghost!" Tony said to the little boy with the still smiling face, holding up his arm loaded with the parts of his suit.

This suit is not the one he usually uses, but a lightweight suit specially developed for the ball, and the actual performance can be said to be far from the one that is flying on the way.

Thankfully, he hasn't put the idea of "dismantling the stand-alone palladium-arc reactor energy supply system" into action, otherwise no one else can use it except for himself who can use the reactor in his chest, let alone use it to protect Pepper.

Although the suit was only loaded with the left arm, the armor of the left arm also had a weapon to carry it, and the low-power electric cluster gun and catapult net were enough for him to catch the opponent.

Yes, catch.

Tony wasn't a trained agent who couldn't kill a kid without changing his face, even if he was a bastard.

Even he, who had been manipulated by anger and fear because of Pepper's danger just now, had never thought of killing the boy, and now that his emotions had calmed down, he would not make that choice.

However, it is inevitable that he will suffer a little.

Thinking like this, Tony silently turned up the transmit power a little.

A beam of lilac electricity shot at the boy, and Tony couldn't wait to see him fall to the ground and twitch.

However, the boy's body was lit up with a blue light mask, which easily blocked the current beam that was shooting at him and the ejection net that followed, and the mouth of the bottle pointed at Tony did not move in the slightest.

"Jarvis, Analytical ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Tony saw a blinding blue light light on the muzzle of his glass cannon, and then, the boy's voice, which was clearly enhanced by the amplification equipment, "So...... Tony, keep smiling, then ...... Say-you-good-"

"Whoosh-"

Contrary to Tony's imagination, the muzzle of the cannon, made of ordinary glass, did not burst, and the fusiform cannonball rushed out of the bottle-shaped barrel around the blue light, and the screaming sound caused a faint pain in the eardrums of the crowd lying around the boy.

Looking at the rapidly flying cannonballs, Tony felt surprisingly not much fear in his heart.

"Maybe it's not bad to die like this?"

At first, Tony was confident that he could solve the situation of palladium poisoning, but the successive failures made him lose his original heart, rather than being killed by palladium poisoning that could break out at any time, it was better to die under artillery fire like a heroic hero.

"Sir, the Warframe is about to be in place. ”

Jarvis's words rang in the sonic collector in his ears, waking Tony, who had almost given up resistance because of his pessimism.

What are you kidding, being killed by a small kid will be elected the stupidest superhero America has ever seen, right?

Thinking like this, he subconsciously raised his left arm, which was loaded with his armor, and tried to detonate the cannonball with an electric beam in advance.

However, although it was only a momentary distraction, for Tony, this trance of two seconds had completely deprived him of the opportunity to resist.

The shells were already approaching, and the flying suits had just arrived by the window.

Complaining about his actions of dismantling the decoy system for the sake of the lightness of the portable armor, Tony crossed his left arm in front of him to maximize his chances of survival in the ensuing explosion.

Facts have proved that the vast majority of people who are determined to die are not able to think about it for a while, and after that period of time, it is still the desire and instinct to survive that prevails.

However, just like the blast of the hand cannon, the explosion of the shell that Tony was prepared for still did not occur.

The speeding cannonball stopped in mid-air, as if it had lost all kinetic energy in an instant.

"Click-"

The front end of the cannonball opened automatically, and a red circle flew out, striking Tony on the right cheek before the suit was loaded.

The impact sent Tony flying upside down, slamming into the back wall of the stage, letting out a moan of pain.

"Tony—"

The shell didn't explode, and Pepper rightfully gained control of the portable suit on his body.

She rushed to Tony's side and took her lover in her arms.

"Honey," Tony, whose face was covered in blood, said weakly as he looked at Pepper's red and gold suit, "and now you're red on the outside." ”

"You ......"

Pepper wanted to hit the guy who was out of tune a few times, but he raised his arm wrapped in steel, and he was still reluctant to shoot it.

"It's ...... Very nice idea!"

Tony got up with Pepper's support, looked at the shell casings that had fallen to the ground, and did not hesitate to praise himself.

By this time, it had already become clear to everyone that the shuttle that had just flown in the air was not a cannonball, but some kind of metal shell.

The red fist glove connected to the shell with a spring-like connection was the real attack, and it was the same one that hit Tony in the face.

"Face-Breaking Flying Fist", this is a weapon that Evan researched by himself by borrowing the idea of a certain equipment concept from Jinx when he was a child.

It compresses the real attacker inside by accumulating kinetic energy, and releases it spontaneously after reaching the conservation node of the shallow momentum of the internal and external suspension.

Perhaps for someone who is a good researcher of Hextech, this kind of superficial use of relevant knowledge is really not very technical, but Evan is very satisfied with his results.

In his previous life, he had never engaged in research and development, and most of the weapons and items he made in this life relied on Jinx's drawings.

Although the technical content is very low, the sense of accomplishment brought to him is overwhelming.

It is precisely because of this sense of accomplishment that he really loves R&D and production, rather than being satisfied with being an echo worm that collects and realizes drawings.

As a result, he spent all the 7,800 "Legend Points" that he had collected after five months of hard work, and in addition to buying the blueprints of the "Expansion Package", the rest were exchanged for knowledge books.

After "eating" four or five books with the suffix "Jinx Graffiti Edition", Evan really felt that the young lady "painter" who did not want to be named should correct her attitude towards learning.

Fortunately, after obtaining the "graffiti" ability, and then "eating" this kind of graffitied knowledge book, you will gain some Jinx's criminal experience and weapon handling experience, which can be regarded as a gain in comparison.

Otherwise, Evan would definitely die crying in front of the computer.

You know, this "legendary value" of nearly 8,000 is not easy to come by.

For their sake, Evan spends all of his spare time going to various primary and secondary schools and communities to play pranks, and then spreading some strange stories on the Internet to collect a small number of legendary points and slowly accumulate them.

......

"Your toys are creative, but the prank ends here!"

Tony, who was dressed in the steel suit, of course, no longer needed Pepper's support, he motioned for his girlfriend to hide to the side, and threatened the little bastard who punched him: "If you obediently admit your mistake, Iron Man will give you a chance to mend your ways, but if you are still naughty, I'm afraid today's experience will become a nightmare of your childhood." ”

"The scariest dream I've ever had in my childhood was when the red and gold toilet at home flew away, and in fact, you've done what you promised. ”

Although he knew that Tony Stark's personality was like that, it still made Ivan very unhappy to hear that his proudest achievement at the moment was called a "toy".

What's more, the purpose of his trip is to play a young genius with a bad personality to scare Iron Man, and of course he will not be used to him being wronged.

"Kid, when you're spanked upside down by me, you know you're not looking at a toilet, you're a superhero!"

Ivan's bad attitude made Tony angry and strange: looking at the other party's performance, it didn't look like he was coming to carry out a terrorist attack, but more like he simply wanted to teach himself a lesson.

If the other party is an adult, Tony Stark, who has always been self-centered, will not care what he thinks, but when faced with a child who is full of resentment towards him, he can't help but be a little curious.

It stands to reason that he should have the most teenage fans, how can such a guy come out who seems to look very unpleasant to himself?

"Who do you think you are?"

Evan very vividly expressed his disdain to Tony with his middle finger: "Hero, are you worthy?"

"Little friend," Tony was really angry, "if you are worthy, you should ask those who I saved!"

"How many people are heroes when you save them?"

"It's cheap!"

Ivan snorted coldly and said to Tony, "Compared to those who sacrifice themselves for lofty ideals, you act like a showy bar girl!"

"Oh-" Tony deliberately lengthened the end note, "You still know the bar girl, life is very rich, kid!"

"By the way, can you get someone's boobs, you won't tip in vain!"

Rao is Evan had been prepared for Tony's mouth, and he was almost angry with him, but fortunately, he reacted in time, deliberately clenched his teeth, twisted the muscles on his cheeks, and looked like he was angry to the extreme.

Glaring fiercely at the snickering crowd, Evan showed the kind of anger that a child of this age should show: "I can't do it here, I'll wait for you outside, and by the way, let everyone see how the tin man who insulted the word 'hero' was purified." ”

The familiar words of "Purifying ......" quickly reminded Tony of the "war letter" he received a few days ago, and the name on it: "Are you Plivor?"

"My name is Evan Glazer, and Purification is the name of this operation, did you read my letter to you and didn't notice that there was no arrow next to 'Prevor'?"

"Obviously, that's not a person's name!"

“......” Tony's swear words didn't know where to start, and subconsciously defended: "What are you doing next to the black stickman if it's not a name?"

"You don't understand, it's art!"

"I ......"

It was the first time Tony had heard that a stickman drawn with crayons was artistic, and he couldn't help but worry about the aesthetic and artistic development trends of the next generation in the United States.