The people in the Stark Mansion, with weird eyes, watched a bright yellow sports car driving into the elevator. This yellow sports car was still in full view, and came a small drift, which happened to traverse the entire body into the elevator, and the shortest distance between it and the door was even less than one centimeter.

The whole process was smooth and flowing, and it was an enjoyment of beauty.

The elevator went straight to the top floor. This is Tony's private office, which is comparable to the layout of a luxurious villa and a large amount of precious drinks that attract the old bartender the most.

These wines are also available in the Tang Manor, and even if they don’t, they can be obtained by various means, but the old bartender came here not just for drinking.

What's more, in the last days, meeting old friends, Tony was one of the few guys he could get along with.

"Do you need me to find some beauties?" Tony raised his eyebrows, joking.

The old bartender smiled bitterly, and sat down with the help of luxurious sand: "Do you think my body can survive?"

"Hey, old man, I'm just kidding, you won't take it seriously?" Tony looked surprised, making him want to beat him.

The old bartender chuckled, his face turned unhealthyly pale, and he could clearly feel the passing of life. The old guy picked up a bottle of wine casually from the wine cabinet and poured a glass.

The bumblebee turned into a human form and made a gurgling sound. After several runs, it was finally able to barely make a sound.

"This is... wine? It's no different from me... lubricant." Bumblebee stared at a pair of eyes, and the "eyelids" around the eyes turned several times. In an instant, a large amount of analysis data came into his mind.

He stretched out two thick metal fingers, hesitated again and again, carefully pinched the small wine glass, and pours it into his mouth like an old bartender, and deliberately chirped.

The old bartender laughed cheerfully.

"A drinking AI?" Tony looked surprised.

"He's not an artificial intelligence... Forget it, I'll tell you later, I'm looking for you for something else." The old bartender gently sipped a few drops of wine, then put down the glass and didn't touch it again, a strange expression on his face The blush, full of morbidity.

"Let's talk about it."

"That fellow Coulson, are you still trying to join you in a squad?" the old bartender asked, and he looked at the large number of steel armors listed around the house.

"Well, a team of first-class boys, but I have no interest. That guy refused to let me lead the life and death — I hate letting others lead me, and I hate letting others tell me what to do, especially men."

Tony was talking, and at the same time he looked at the old bartender with some anxiety. He was really worried that the old guy would suddenly fall down.

The old bartender groaned for a while, and then slowly said, "Actually, it's not a bad thing for you to join this kind of team, but the premise is that you can take the players out to do it alone, instead of becoming a minion of S.H.I.E.L.D...."

"Do you want me to join that team and kick S.H.I.E.L.D. out of the game? Good idea." Tony pondered, I'm afraid this is not just the old bartender's idea, but Downny wants him to do it.

In fact, Tony will do this sooner or later. When S.H.I.E.L.D.'s politician attributes continue to be exposed, Tony, who is rich and powerful, will inevitably pull away the Avengers and get rid of the shackles of S.H.I.E.L.D.

The old bartender soon talked about other things and changed the subject without a trace. Taking time out, the old bartender subconsciously observed Tony's forehead, as if he wanted to see something through the skull, even though he was simply curious.

...

In the vast starry sky, a huge fleet is moving forward in silence.

This is the fleet of the infamous Zetarians. The Zetarians are the loyal lackeys of Thanos. For many years, they have followed Thanos to destroy the planet, and their reputation has long been stinking.

There are more people who hate them, and more people who fear them.

Cthulhu Loki wore his Asgard costume, with an evil smile on the corners of his mouth, and an inexplicable luster flashed in his sullen eyes.

With his right hand, he held the scepter tightly.

"I thought Thanos would send the Dark Cult to assist me, but I didn't expect to send you..." Loki's face showed an uncomfortable smile.

"Shut up, son of Odin, the little earth is not ready to go to war. Not only can we Zitarians do it, but we can do better than the Dark Order! We Zitarians will use brilliant results. Prove your worth-as for you, it's just a dispensable fellow." The leader of Zeitari said in a low voice.

Many Zitarians laughed, making no secret of their disdain for Loki.

The son of a **** king who looks like a bereaved dog, ha ha ha...

"Are you jealous?" Loki wasn't annoyed at all.

The Qitarians' laughter stopped abruptly, and their expressions were furious. The Zitarians here are all high-ranking legions, fully armed, wearing high-alloy battle armor, tall and burly, giving people a lot of pressure.

"Are you provoking us?" The leader suddenly got up, walked over, stretched out his finger, and hit Loki's chest fiercely. The huge power made Loki snorted, "Remember your identity, Lord Thanos is Because of Odin’s face, I have given you this opportunity to show value and conquer the little earth. We still have to rely on our Qitarians. Even if I kill you now, Lord Thanos will not say anything."

Loki turned the scepter across, and his skillful movements gave him the illusion that he was still ruling Asgard with the Eternal Spear in his hand. After a moment of trance, he showed a sullen expression, "You can try , This scepter was handed to me by Thanos. You can’t help but know what it means. I need your army, and you also need me who is familiar with the earth.”

Loki squeezed out a sincere smile: "I believe we can get along."

The Qitarui was silent for a while, then reluctantly nodded, and agreed with some sullenness. Their master is optimistic about Loki for some reason, and they can't do anything about it.

No matter what you do, you can’t get rid of Loki, let alone kill Loki, otherwise Thanos’ bad temper...

The Qitarians dispersed one after another, each looking at Loki with cold and disdainful eyes, and the figure gradually disappeared into the hall, leaving only Loki alone.

The smile faded away, replaced by gloomy and indifferent. Loki looked down at the scepter and narrowed his eyes. With a wealth of knowledge, coupled with experiments during this period of time, he had almost figured out what the scepter was. child.

The scepter itself is a treasure, but more importantly, it is undoubtedly the gem inlaid on the top.

Mind gems.

As the prince of Asgard, coupled with his age of 1,500 years, the knowledge he came into contact with was unimaginable. Even if he hadn't really come into contact with such things as infinite gems, he had a detailed understanding.

Danger and opportunity coexist ~lightnovelpub.net~ This is the infinite gem.

"Thanksgiving me this gem..." Loki pondered, his eyes flickering, he never minded speculating on others with the greatest malice, let alone Thanos.

The thin figure stood up slowly, and Rocky took a step forward, full of aristocratic aura, and the strength he held in his hand became more unnaturally.

He already knew what to do, Thanos was not a fool, and he was not even Loki.

Only the Zitarians are, these arrogant idiots, who are full of allegiance to Lord Thanos, and at best they are just a ridiculous weapon.

There are still many such weapons in Thanos' hands.

　　

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