People In Marvel, System Attackers

"You actually like American football. I didn't expect it." Mike was surprised.

"Is this weird?"

"Definitely, football is a man."

"Oh." Stark reacted suddenly, "Damn, are you saying I'm not enough, Bitch!"

A five or six-year-old Loli, wearing a Spider-man red and blue tights, holding an Iron Man mask, let Iron Man sign his signature.

Ka Zilan's eyes flickered, and the thief was cute.

"In front of the children, don't want bitch and bitch, bitch is a swear word, understand, bitch?!"

"If I counted correctly, you just said four bites, shut up!"

"Forehead……"

Mike made a zipper movement.

Stark tried his best to make himself look less like a big bad wolf. He stepped up to the mask and asked with a smile, "Do you like Spider-man more or Iron Man more?"

"My mother said, Iron Man is a playboy and the public enemy of all good girls." Little Loli looked up at the mother behind him, "Mom, you said that."

The young mother smiled awkwardly.

Little Loli's milky voice continued: "But my brother Jimmy likes Iron Man, hey, really, it's not a three-year-old...I'm still ignorant at the age of four."

After the mother and daughter left, Mike felt in his heart: "I came to watch the football game at such a young age. No wonder Texas has all the strong women."

Stark blinked at Mike. "I have always hated children, changing diapers for babies, and going crazy thinking about it. A little bit older, noisy and brainy, and older... Recently, I was thinking, maybe there is someone Daughter, watching her grow up is pretty good."

"Is the son bad?"

"No...what if you look like me?" Stark got goose bumps all over his body thinking of the small Tony.

Mike deeply believed that it was a miracle that Stark owed it so badly and lived until now. If Tony had a personality like a father, would Stark have a headache?

"I'm getting older and want to start a family, so... which girl deserves to be unlucky?" Mike muttered.

"The girl from all over the world who wants to marry me can go around the equator. Also, how old am I? I'm in the prime of life, okay!" Stark was dissatisfied with Mike pointing his middle finger.

The competition is about to begin, and the onlookers and the people who want to sign are gradually dispersed.

"Should go to the box." Mike complained, seeing Stark taking out his cell phone and searching for information about the teams on both sides, "Damn, I thought you were a fan of one of the teams... Are you sure you came to watch the game? "

"Very sure..." Stark stared at the energetic cheerleader, and just a few of them were winking here, and he waved his hand very irritably.

Well, the original ball looked at.

Mike's visual observation is indeed very predictable, it can be called a wave of chest surge.

"Envy." Stark proudly took out a stack of notes with contact information on it, and shook it proudly.

"Oh, no one else is the same." Mike also took out a pile.

Stark compared it, "Haha, more than you!"

Beauty lost to wealth.

competition is over.

Stark held a pool party and invited many sports stars, among them the cheerleaders.

At the end of the party, an indoor ball game is inevitable. There is nothing to say.

...

In the next two days, Stark and Mike went to several attractions, watched two games, and experienced the cowboy culture of Texas going out. Nothing else, but the Cowgirl is a good rider, so Stark can't stand straight.

On the return trip, I took Stark's private jet. The stewardess was beautiful, but Stark was in sage time and was listless.

After lying on the leather chair for a long time, Stark suddenly twisted, "Mike, is the wolfberry health you told Phil Coulson really reliable? My friend asked me to ask..."

"Puff!" Mike spouted out a mouthful of salt soda.

So the truth about the prodigal son's turning around is actually just that the prodigal son can't get up, right?

Johnny followed Stark and Mike to the basement of the Stark Building.

Unlike ordinary basements, which are dark and narrow, the basement in front of you has a wide view and bright lights, and the minimalist decoration is full of science fiction. Johnny will live here for quite some time.

Bang bang bang!

Johnny heard a few muffled noises, wondering if it was an illusion... the ground was shaking.

"I feel like I've come to some strange place..." Johnny suddenly felt a little uneasy, and even wanted to turn around to escape. He took a deep breath and thought, "Look again, look again."

I really want to run, it seems I can't get away.

In addition to the improved physical fitness of Ghost Rider after transforming, there are actually two tricks left: Hell Fire and Eye of Judgment.

The fire of hell has proven to be ineffective against Mike, and has even been restrained. As for the Eye of Judgment... this is a very, very powerful Ability, and sometimes it can even close the head, but it is certainly not invincible.

Think about it, too, if it's really invincible, who would dare to put this kind of power on others? Mephisto is not a fool.

After hearing about the fact that Ulay had broken the halberd and settled in the sand, Johnny felt hungry, so he had better not try.

The expressions of Stark and Mike didn't change much, they were used to it—it made Johnnillo feel at ease.

"Just to visit your neighbor... Betty."

On the treadmill, Betty is running, sweating profusely.

"Tony, Mike...I haven't seen you in a few days, where have you been." Betty slowed down slowly, and finally stopped.

"A few days on business, how is everything?" Stark handed over the sweat towel.

"Thank you." Betty took the towel and wiped the sweat off her forehead. "I'm fine, and Bruce is fine too, thank you."

"I'll bring the new tenants over and introduce you to them. This is Johnny."

"Johnny Blazer."

"Betty Rose."

Seeing the doubt in Betty's eyes, Stark said, "Johnny is a bit special, just like Bruce."

"Oh." Betty suddenly, "let's go, go see Bruce, he's almost over."

Soon, Johnny saw an unforgettable scene: huge amounts of the room, the transparent window, and there was a big green-skinned man in it. He was hammering at a special big sandbag. The sandbag hit the wall, floor, and ceiling. Muffled.

The soundproofing of the room is very good.

"This is your neighbor, Bruce Banner. Like you, he has a bad temper in his body. We found out that if Hulk was released from time to time and he was angry and angry, he wouldn't be able to run away. Come out and make trouble." Stark explained.

While talking, Hulk seemed to have finished venting, standing and hammering his chest, shouting: "Hulk!"

Then, the figure shrank quickly and turned into Banner's appearance.

Banner was sweating profusely, his feet soft, and he slumped on the ground.

Betty had experience, she hurried in, covered Banner with the prepared bathrobe, and poured a glass of water.

"Bruce, how do you feel?" Stark greeted Roar with a smile.

"I want to say it feels good, that must be lying to you." Banner slowed down, his eyes falling on Johnny.

Stark introduced again: "This is Johnny Blazer, your new neighbor."

"Hello, I'm Bruce Banner." Banner looked at Johnny curiously, "You see me transformed, aren't you afraid?"

For some reason, Johnny breathed a sigh of relief and grinned: "If you see me transforming, you know the reason. Call me Johnny, or Fire Johnny. I'm very happy to meet you."

Hulk.

Ghost Rider.

A bear kid, an iron-headed baby... a historic meeting.

The future is worth looking forward to.

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