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"Please don't misinterpret me. Building a flying car using magnetism should be a piece of cake for you, Mr. Stark. I'm worried that the technologies of our time, such as batteries, chips, and energy transportation, are quite backward compared to your flying car project."

After my words, even Howard Stark smiled and the atmosphere became peaceful again. This was already mentioned in a Captain America movie and Howard himself had expressed this problem.

All I had to do was use an effective art of expression to re-market this readily available information for everyone to see. After all, the name of the series of missions I'm on is to get close to Howard Stark, and I'll probably continue to get missions about him, so it would be nice to get in his mind in some small way.

Since my ignorance would be exposed if the subject came back to me, I made an excuse to get out of there and continued my journey to the restroom.

When I turned down a corridor and found the restrooms, I was in for another surprise.

As soon as I opened the door, I was greeted by an annoying man with a stern expression. After a brief moment of nose-to-nose with me, we took a step back and held out our hands to each other at the same time.

"Commander Philips."

"It must be Mr. Michael, right?"

"They say pickle juice is the best weapon to fight age-related memory loss."

"I don't have a problem with memory. Even if I did, I would not need a gun against him. After all, I'm only interested in aiming a gun at Nazis."

"ow, it... lovely"

"Considering you're not a scientist or a soldier, your Tailor business seems to have taken off pretty fast, huh?"

"Well, that's life, you never know what it will bring, one day you'll be an ordinary human being and the next day you'll find yourself having to survive under galaxy-level threats. Now, if you'll excuse me, can I make my snake vomit?"

"Sure... You know what? They're playing blackjack downstairs. You know, that doesn't happen very often in America these days. Besides, the last conversation I had with you was interrupted."

As I listened to the words of the man who gave way to me by moving to the side of the door, I realized that he was not going to let me go so easily.

I've already met Tony Stark's father Anton Vanko and a few scientists. I can't think of any other important people from the first Captain America movie right now. Of course, the mission only asks me to contact important people, it probably doesn't matter if they are in the movie or not.

Thinking about it this way, the building I'm in right now is probably full of dozens of important people who could probably level up my mission reward. Of course, the man in front of me is one of them.

"I would love to join you, commander. But first I have something more important to do, if you'll excuse me."

I walked past Commander Philips, locked myself in one of the stalls in the bathroom, and claimed the mission reward.

Just like the last time, a small jewelry box with beautiful engravings began to float in front of me.

I opened the box and took out the reward I was looking forward to the red serum, and after examining it briefly, I tried to find out from the system what kind of side effects this serum had during use.

Unfortunately, the system didn't give me any answers, so I started to sit on the toilet bowl with the serum in my hand. If this serum causes a lot of pain, like the super soldier serum, it might not be a good idea to use it here.

After calculating for a while what might happen, I decided that I was lucky enough to be lucky enough to be reborn on this earth, so I decided to leave it to luck.

There were no instructions on whether to take it by injection or orally, so I uncapped the serum and drank the whole thing in one go.

Fortunately, I did not experience the pain I had imagined as I continued to sit on the toilet seat. But I also did not feel any feeling of strengthening.

When I wanted to test myself to see if there was any improvement in my strength level, what caught my eye was the wooden box that I threw next to my foot. Since I had already done enough testing with the previous wooden box, I knew that this wooden box was nothing more than a wooden box.

Of course, even if it was a wooden jewelry box, it would not be considered normal for a human to smash it with his hand because it is a thick wood. As soon as I took the wooden box and squeezed it with both hands like a wet rag, nothing happened.

After a few more attempts with annoying results, I observed again that nothing had changed in my body.

Trying to hide the disappointment on my face as best I could, I slapped myself a few times with the water in front of the mirror, re-styled my hair, arranged the clothes I was wearing to fit the fashion sense of the time, and left the bathroom.

I was not surprised to see Commander Phillips leaning against the wall just opposite the sink.

After moving through the crowd with Commander Phillips for a while, he was the one who broke the silence.

"You look good in those clothes Mr. Michael, I suggest you continue to dress like that."

"Thank you. I don't think there's anything wrong except that my current clothes are a bit heavy."

After walking down the hallway for a while, we went down the stairs and entered a casino-like room where people were dressed in military clothes, unlike the ones upstairs.

We sat down at the first table we came across and then joined the other people playing blackjack. And so I had an opportunity to take revenge on this commander earlier than I expected.

"split, hit, and double down for both "

"20 and 21, Mr. Michael gets 2000 dollars"

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