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After being silent for a long time, Downey once again sharpened his sword and planned to do something.

Counting with his fingers, as long as he wants, he can have three infinite gems at any time. Donnie also knows the location of the other three infinite gems. If he really wants to take it, it will take a little time at most... Oh, the pitiful soul gem did not include.

In the treasury of Asgard, there is also the right hand Infinity Gauntlet.

However, some things are not so simple.

"I don't know if the seventh ego gem is in Tony Stark's head..." Thinking of this, Downey inevitably had a headache.

The ego gem, different from the other six gems, has only one in the universe. It is the real core of the infinite gem and the key to awakening the Nemesis.

Ego Gem + Six Common Gems = Nemesis.

In the comics of the previous life, the ego gem exists in Tony's head, but in this world, who knows which universe's Tony Stark.

Moreover, as the creator of all Infinity Gems, Nemesis, all Infinity Gems are just a little power aggregate of Nemesis.

Downey was somewhat worried, even if he really collected all six gems, what if the ego gem was really in Tony's head in this universe?

As soon as the seven gems get close, you can summon the dragon... Ah, it's the goddess of nemesis. Maybe the first thing the woman does when she wakes up is to destroy a few universes to celebrate.

Even if Downey had a source of fire, he would have to kneel on the spot.

"Troublesome~" Downey stretched, lying lazily on the lawn of the manor, put on sunglasses, and enjoyed the sunbath.

next to him,

Crypto also wore sunglasses, lying on the ground like a dog, showing his white belly, and picked up a drink from time to time, taking a sip.

"Wangcai, you only eat and sleep. Sooner or later you will become a pig." Donnie tilted his head and said sarcastically.

"Wow!"

Crypto gave Downey a disdainful look, filled with disdain, and continued to bask in the sun happily.

Downey looked at this harmless little white dog out of the corner of his eye, feeling a little envious in his heart. This little white dog has followed Wanda since he came to Earth, and the energy stored in his body is terrifyingly strong after being exposed to the sun for so long.

The genes of Kryptonians are really fascinating, but the racial defects are too obvious.

Donnie rolled over comfortably, the rare peace should be cherished. Before long, he will be too busy, and this earth will become more and more lively.

The heavy body left unsightly marks on the tidy lawn, which were extremely dazzling.

"My lord, I will be scolded to death by the old bartender."

A lawn care employee not far away, after struggling for a long time, ran over cautiously and reminded.

He is also a transformed super soldier and is now an ordinary employee of Down's Manor. As long as the reality requires, he and many of his kind will be transformed into killing machines.

"It's okay, just let him scold me." Downey waved his hand.

The employee smiled wryly, but he didn't dare to say anything more. He glanced at the legendary Downey in awe, and then at Crypto with fear.

This guy once teased Crypto, and then he was chased and bitten badly, and he was dressed in tatters every day.

Strength, speed, fighting, as tough as he was completely abused by this little white dog.

He is very helpless, his strong self, in this huge manor, has suddenly become the bottom of the food chain, and he can only bully ants and cockroaches when he has nothing to do...

...

The old bartender was driving a yellow sporty sports car, driving fast on the road. To be precise, he was sitting in the driver's seat, and the yellow sports car drove forward by itself.

This is a very eye-catching sports car. Wherever it passes by, it turns heads 100%, and it welcomes the admiration and envious eyes of many people.

The beautiful arc full of artistic sense combines tectonics and aesthetics to the extreme, and it is a kind of spiritual enjoyment to even take a look at it.

Swift yet nimble and elegant to drive, it shows that this car has a powerful engine and transmission.

On the front of the car, there is a gray face-like logo, which is very eye-catching, making people guess which company developed the new car, and even many rich people are gearing up to win the new sports car as soon as possible.

A young police officer angrily stopped the yellow sports car driving at high speed and issued a ticket on the spot.

"Take out your driver's license, you are speeding! This is endangering the lives and property of others...Face mark, which company produced a sports car, why is there no record? Are you driving a modified car on the road? This is He will be punished!" The policeman shouted.

The guy sitting in the driver's seat was old, with gray hair, wrinkled face, vicissitudes of life and an undisguised old look, lifeless.

Hearing the police's questioning, he raised his head and didn't say anything. He just threw out a certificate, frightened the police, and walked away. From the beginning to the end, he never put his hands on the steering wheel.

"Why didn't you stop him?" Another policeman ran over and asked.

"There's no way to stop him. That guy has a high-level certificate from S.H.I.E.L.D. Let alone speeding, even if he blatantly blows up a street, we have no right to stop him." The young policeman grimaced.

...

In the speculation and envy of countless people, this sports car finally came to Stark Tower.

With a flirtatious face, Tony raised one eyebrow habitually, giving off a rebellious look. After the yellow sports car stopped, he opened the door casually.

"Old guy, your nose is really sensitive. I just said that I would open a bottle of good wine, and you came." Tony stroked the beard on his chin, and said with a smile.

"Hmph, I knew you were hiding something shameful." The old bartender got out of the car with some difficulty, and patted the roof of the yellow sports car as if to praise, "It's not just me today, this old guy also wants to drink One point—Bumblebee, you must have never drunk alcohol, come, today I will teach you how to drink, and even more so, how to taste wine!"

The yellow sports car suddenly began to deform, and under the astonished gaze of countless people, it turned into a robot.

The eyes kept turning, and a strange sound came out from the mouth, as if a person's throat was choked by something, and he could only make a simple faltering sound.

"He was born not long ago, and he is still getting used to the sounder." The old bartender explained, then rushed into the building, greeted Jarvis, and walked into the elevator skillfully.

Tony glanced at Bumblebee with great interest, but didn't pay much attention to it. He often dealt with artificial intelligence, and at the moment he just thought that "Bumblebee" was the artificial intelligence of the old bartender—his smart butler was the world's top Of course, he is not very interested in an artificial intelligence that can't even speak.

He followed behind, looking at the back of the old bartender, but frowned indistinctly. In his ears, Jarvis was reporting to him.

"His physical function has declined very alarmingly, obviously he can't last long, and the old injury is also consuming his little energy."

Tony frowned, but quickly let go, put on a smile again, and followed quickly. He knew the old bartender's situation, and he knew the old bartender's choice, so he couldn't interfere.

A carefree choice is also the greatest respect for an old fighter.

Behind them, Bumblebee gestured at the height of the gate and himself, scratched his head in a humane manner, seemed to have a headache, muttered to himself for a while, then transformed into a sports car and drove into the building.

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