66 66 - Arc Reactor, Accquired...Rightfully?

Without Obadiah's control, the Iron Monger lost its balance and fell down.

The pressure on Tony's chest was reduced suddenly, but the energy of the Arc reactor was no longer enough, it was not enough to move the Mark III at all.

After several unsuccessful attempts, Tony had no choice but to turn to Derrick, who was the only other person on the roof.

"Hey, name-guy, how about a hand?"

"Wait, don't worry.

Derrick took the video camera, bought it close-up on Tony's face, and muttered, "This is a precious video of Tony Stark, it will almost become a valuable memory of his life. Moreover, if I don't have money in the future, selling this video would definitely get me a lot of it."

Tony took a deep breath, resisting the urge to curse Derrick as he said, "If you delete that video right now, I'll give you more money than the highest bidder."

Derrick shook his head, "I refuse, it's a wrong decision to sell it right now, it will be worth much more money in the future."

Instead of selling it now, he might as well wait until Tony has a daughter, and then bring this video to Tony. In order not to become a joke in front of his daughter, Tony might even give him the entire Stark-

Although Tony didn't know what Derrick was thinking, he could feel the malice.

"Don't worry, I won't leak this video without thinking about it. For now, it'll just be in my personal collection. Come on, smile at the camera, or I'll draw on your face."

Derrick took the camera and took a photo with Tony in the same frame as him.

He then put away the camera contentedly, completely unbothered from Tony's expression of wanting to kill him.

"Okay, it's time to get down to business!" Derrick clapped his hands.

In front of Tony's eyes, Derrick grabbed the arc reactor on the chest of Iron Monger's armor. Different from the one on Tony's chest, this arc reactor was full of energy, shining brightly in Derrick's hand.

Seeing this scene, Tony's face became gloomy, "So your goal was the arc reactor!"

Derrick said innocently, "Don't say that, you make me look like a villain, these are my personal spoils, I can take this much, right?"

Tony Stark sneered, "This is something I made with my own hands. It doesn't belong to Obadiah at all. He just snatched it from me. If anything, it should be returned to me, its real owner."

"Okay, you stretch out your hand, I'll give it back to you."

Tony snorted coldly, and tried to raise his right hand, but the mechanical arm didn't move at all.

Tony had no expression on his face. Seeing his situation right now, he vowed to develop a lighter steel armor when he returned.

The lighter the better!

For example, some nanomaterials would be very good.

Seeing that Tony was silent, Derrick put the arc reactor in his back pocket, and looked at the Iron Monger with some distress. After all, the ready-made steel armor was right in front of him, it would be much easier to build one if he could take it back to Peter.

It's not that Derrick had not thought of wearing the Iron Monger armor back, the problem was that it was too big, it looked like a tank when moving, "it's basically impossible not to be discovered."

'If only this armor was smaller…'

Derrick turned his head and looked at Tony. To be precise, it was the Mark III that he looked at.

"Tony, don't you think that the armor you are wearing is too heavy? Why don't I take it off for you?"

Tony shuddered and could instantly sense Derrick's malicious intentions.

"No, 'm pretty comfortable as it is right now."

Seeing the firm look in Tony's eyes, Derrick had no choice but to give up the idea in his mind, even if Tony was willing to give him the Mark III, Derrick would not dare to take it.

Since all of Tony's armors were assisted by J.A.R.V.I.S, each pair of steel armors was guarded by J.A.R.V.I.S. too.

However, Derrick also has a backup option, which was, the Mark 1 in the research institute. The armor was also made by Tony and was not be supported by J.A.R.V.I.S.

"..."

At this moment, Derrick heard the noise of propellers.

Looking above, two helicopters with S.H.I.E.L.D symbols on them flew from a distance. He estimated that after Coulson and others lost contact, S.H.I.E.L.D sent additional personnel.

"I'll slip away first, let's have some coffee together one day." Derrick jumped from the roof to inside the research institute below without hesitation, and soon disappeared from Tony's sight.

After seeing Derrick leave, Tony's tensed nerves finally relaxed.

'Who the fuck was that guy?' Tony thought to himself.

It's a pity that his steel helmet was taken off and he couldn't collect any information on the opponent.

-Inside the institute-

Through the broken iron gate, a dozen fully armed S.H.I.E.L.D agents entered.

The leader was a bald detective, he was the highest level agent here, responsible for commanding this operation.

Seeing the dead body of his colleague in the corridor, the bald agent did not show anything on his face, but made a gesture, ordering the agents to go deeper into the institute while he looked at the iron chain not far away.

Not long after, a S.H.I.E.L.D agent came over, "Sir, we have found Agent Phil Coulson."

The bald detective nodded, followed the S.H.I.E.L.D agent to the corner of the research institute, and saw that the computer was broken into several pieces. It was clear that it was intentionally damaged by someone, and was destroyed beyond the state it could be repaired.

At the same time, the leader also saw Coulson lying upright on the ground with his hands on his forehead.

Under the illumination of the lights, it seemed very peaceful.

Seeing this somewhat special posture, the bald detective couldn't help but pause.

"What's up with him?"

"Preliminary judgment shows that Agent Coulson was attacked by the enemy, and after a fierce resistance, he was anesthetized and fell into a coma."

The bald detective looked at Coulson's posture again, and felt that Coulson didn't actually resist too much.

Putting aside his distracting thoughts, the bald detective took out a small bottle full of some liquid and placed it under Coulson's nose skillfully.

Stimulated by the strong chemical smell, Coulson gradually came to his senses. Seeing the appearance of the bald agent and S.H.I.E.L.D agents, he quickly reacted and told the bald agent, "Sitwell, I have some important things to talk to the director about. We need to go back right now."

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E/N: Happy Reading, Have a Good Day/Night.