With the appearance of Little Morgan, the big guys came together in twos and threes and gathered together again.

Everyone had a look of anticipation and curiosity on their faces, and looked at Little Morgan, who was already sitting on the blanket, with a smile on his face. Perhaps it was from the big guy's smile that he felt the unadulterated love, and the little guy suddenly giggled.

Afraid that the little guy would laugh until he lost his focus and suddenly fell down, Kang Na hurriedly sat down behind Little Morgan, and stretched out her hand like a sister to support the little girl's back.

Seeing this scene, Stark stopped walking forward. While smiling with relief, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers: "Jarvis~."

"Yes, sir."

The response fell, and a small hole half a meter square appeared on the wall not far away.

Along the passage leading to the underground laboratory, a boxy metal box slowly rose and appeared in everyone's sight. Immediately afterwards, this thing left the elevator-like chassis, floated lightly from the small opening, and flew silently into the small circle surrounded by the crowd.

"Anti-gravity suspension?" Unlike steel armor, it relies on the reaction force of thrusters to keep hovering, and Norman Osborn noticed the key at a glance.

No wonder he was the first to notice, after all, he also developed a set of Green Goblin armor with a single-player aircraft. He is also very familiar with the routine of relying on propellers to provide buoyancy to gain flight ability. The more advanced and energy-saving anti-gravity flight function is precisely one of the new technologies that he has been thinking about and is currently actively developing.

"It's still you who know the goods." Standing beside Norman Osborn, Stark clearly heard his coo.

Turning his head to Norman Osborn with a smug smile, Stark crossed his waist proudly: "I got some special materials some time ago, which allowed me to make some small breakthroughs in this subject. ."

While answering Norman Osborn, Stark did not forget the others who were still waiting. While speaking, he made another gesture and opened the whole metal box.

Well, it seems a bit inappropriate to say 'open', and it seems that the word 'disintegration' is more appropriate to describe it.

The metal box with a length, width and height of forty centimeters was broken down into dozens of pieces of different sizes with a gesture of Stark. The small parts were flipped and moved quickly, and the outlines and shapes of the fragments were also changing rapidly. In just a few seconds, they had already switched shapes and turned into various small props that were needed in the catching ceremony.

It lacks a bit of the unique edges and corners of combat equipment, and the shape of the round head and the brain is quite cute. With the warm color paint that Stark specially chose, these colorful gadgets immediately attracted the attention of Xiao Morgan, making her She couldn't help raising her chubby little hand, grabbing the one closest to her, and giving out a childish and cute smile again.

As if she was deliberately trying to tease the little guy, the little prop she was staring at flew away lightly.

The other props also moved together, like a nimble swimming fish, flying up and down beside Morgan, turning in circles around her.

That's right, even if it has been disintegrated, these small props are still the same as when they were formed into metal boxes before, and each piece has the same flying ability.

Colorful paint, with a variety of shapes, plus the small lights that Stark deliberately added...

"Giggle, cluck cluck~." Sitting on the soft and thick cushion, Little Morgan looked up at the little props beside him, widened his eyes happily, and felt extremely happy.

Reaching out a small hand, reaching for one of the pieces on the left, and finding that it cannot be grasped, it turns to grab another piece on the right.

The excited Jr. Morgan had already forgotten that there were many people watching, and played the little game of hide and seek with great enthusiasm.

Outside the circle, Stark's conversation with Norman Osborn continued.

"Special material? Got it back from 'outside'?"

"No." Shaking his head, Stark gave a somewhat surprising answer to Norman Osborn: "I got it from an old acquaintance, that guy is Ulysses Crow, who specializes in making The smugglers of the smuggling business."

"Huh? Smuggling?" A little surprised, Norman Osborn raised his eyebrows unconsciously.

"In terms of identity, it is indeed a bit inferior, but this guy's ability is still quite good. He can often get some materials that are rarely seen on the market. Haha, maybe it is a talent inherited from the elders." Speaking of this , Stark shrugged: "Some time ago, when I was developing a new material formula, I remembered the round shield in the hands of Captain America. Then I flipped through the notes left by Dad, huh, guess what? "

"Could it be..."

"That's right, the material my dad used to build the Buckler for Team America was bought from that guy's parents." Stark said with a smile: "To be honest, I really didn't expect it. It turns out that Stark had done business with their family decades ago."

"It's really surprising." Norman Osborn laughed: "But think about it... The circle is so big, there are not many people who can provide high-end materials, and customers like you who have needs are the same. It's not much. It's reasonable to have communication again."

"The world is quite small, isn't it?" Stark nodded with sympathy: "In short, after contacting that guy, I got some very precious materials from him. UU reading www.uukanshu.com is worth having fun. The thing is, the material is really good, and it has made new breakthroughs in my research, but on the other hand, the quantity is too small to support the next step of research and development, which is somewhat disappointing."

"And then you used those materials to make 'toys'?" Raising his finger and pointing inside the circle, Norman Osborn's eyes fell back to those small props again.

"If the weight is several times more, I will definitely use it to create a pair of armor." Stark nodded: "At this point, I can't think of anything else that can be used other than making toys."

The smaller the quantity, the more expensive the price. This is the eternal truth.

"That is to say... Little Morgan's set of toys is worth at least 100 million?" Norman Osborn looked at Stark with a complicated expression and gave him a thumbs up: "As expected of you, Tony."

"Just counting the raw materials, excluding the technical cost, it's about seven or eight billion." Stark smiled casually: "It's a bit expensive, but I think it's still worth it. In fact, they are not only Just toys, they can be combined into another form if necessary."

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