Chapter 238 The Birth of Iron Man

Forest Hills, Parker's house.

Peter stayed in his room and stared at the clock.

The time showed that it was already 12 o'clock in the middle of the night.

He didn't feel sleepy at all, because the person he wanted to wait for had not arrived yet.

"Squeak!"

The door was gently pushed open and Gwen walked in.

The room was dark, and Gwen stepped lightly.

"Gwen."

Peter's voice suddenly sounded in the corridor.

Gwen immediately froze and turned to look at Peter.

"Peter."

"Where have you been? Gwen."

Gwen tried her best to look relaxed. She was wearing the white spider uniform and an orange windbreaker.

"I was walking down the street. At this time, I wanted to take a walk and relax."

Gwen shrugged and said to Peter.

"so."

Peter nodded, walked over to Gwen, and reached out to her covered waist.

The windbreaker was scratched and damaged, and there was a lot of mud on it.

"You did something dangerous again, right?"

He could easily guess what Gwen had gone to do.

"yes."

Gwen put down the hands covering her waist in frustration.

"I tried jumping from the rooftop of a building to another building, like..."

She said with red eyes: "Just like when I was chased by gangsters until I was desperate and jumped from the rooftop to another building."

She reached out and looked at her hands.

"You saved me that time, but this time I found that I couldn't jump again. I don't know what Cindy Moon did to me, but my superpowers no longer exist."

Gwen leaned her back against the wall, her eyes filled with despair.

"My father told me that everything a person will experience in life is determined. God has already arranged our destiny."

"Even the conversation between you and me now is arranged and no one can change it. We think we can control everything and control our own destiny, but in fact we don't."

Gwen poured her heart out to Peter.

"But is this my destiny? I have obviously accepted all this, and my father gave up his career for me. Now fate tells me that it is just playing a joke on me. Everything I have done is in vain. , you are still a high school student with nothing, and I am back to the beginning."

Gwen felt that the so-called fate must be mocking her.

"This is cruel, Peter."

Gwen said to Peter in a sad tone: "I don't know what I should do."

Peter watched quietly as Gwen vented her emotions.

After the other party finished venting, he said to Gwen: "Things are not at their worst yet. We can handle it, Gwen."

"How to deal with it?"

Gwen shook her head in disappointment, "That serum eliminated the spider factor in my body. I may never be Spider-Woman again."

"I won't give up."

Peter reached out and held Gwen's cold hands, "Don't give up, Gwen."

Gwen was held by Peter's hands, her expression slightly startled.

Feeling the warmth Peter conveyed to her, she nodded.

"This is the isotope that Agent Jesse injected. It can temporarily help you regain your abilities."

As he spoke, Peter handed the isotope that Agent Jesse gave him to Gwen.

Holding the isotope reagent, Gwen suddenly felt the urge to cry.

She hugged Peter and buried her head deeply in Peter's arms.

The moonlight from outside came in, casting a layer of clear light on the two of them.

The next day, early morning.

Gwen was sitting on the bed, calling her father.

She was wearing a beige pajamas, and her freshly washed hair was hanging loose, exuding the fragrance of shampoo.

Because she slept too late last night, Gwen forgot to reply to her father's call.

"I'm fine, Dad, why didn't I answer your call last night?"

Gwen coughed and said, "The truth is, my phone fell into a gap in the road and was smashed to pieces, and then a car ran over it! Followed by a tanker truck, God Bless the guy who tried to swerve around my poor phone and crashed into another car."

"The explosion was so powerful that it overturned the car and crushed my phone underneath it. It's still buried somewhere!"

Peter, who was listening to Gwen's call outside, had a smile on his lips.

Gwen's lie was too much.

Gwen seemed to understand the principle that too much is too little. After being mercilessly exposed by George Stacey, she put down her phone helplessly and looked at him with innocent deer eyes.

"Well, it seems dad doesn't believe what I said."

Gwen put down her phone, jumped out of bed, and said, "This is the real reason for the decline of the digital age: no one can truly escape it."

Gwen seemed to be in a good mood today, "Once you forget your phone, many people will miss it."

She was in a much better mood after venting her emotions to Peter last night.

"What did Officer George say?"

Peter asked her.

"He said I should make up a more reasonable story."

Gwen shrugged her shoulders and picked up the diary on the table.

"To be honest, I'm also thinking about what I should write. After all, too many things have happened recently. Even if I'm not a superhero, I still have to record them."

"Hmm. Can you let me see the content?"

Peter was full of curiosity about what Gwen wrote in her diary.

"sure."

Gwen went down to the floor in her cute shoes, picked up the notebook from the desk and handed it to him.

Peter looked at the contents of the notes with curiosity.

——

Today’s plan is to exercise your body and don’t let it go to waste.

Run: Three miles.

Run 2: Five miles.

——

The contents of the notebook seemed to be about today's schedule.

"This is your schedule for today, right?"

Peter asked Gwen.

"Haha, yes, the truth is, I originally wanted to write about my recent adventures. Many friends, Sara, Spider-Silk, Jessica, and Shadow Spider-Man, I wanted to record them, but I alone No words have been written. If...if I really can't return to Spider-Woman, maybe this is my most unforgettable memory."

Gwen said it with a smile at first, but the more she spoke, the more frustrated she became.

She lowered her head, "I went to W.H. Smith Stationery Store and spent eight dollars and 55 cents to proudly buy a bunch of notebooks, stationery and ink. I tried to record my adventures in different worlds, but it seems I failed."

It looks like Gwen is stuck in "creative block."

"I feel good."

Peter put down his notebook and said to Gwen: "The story has just begun, so there is no need to rush, Gwen."

at the same time.

JFK International Airport.

The black car was parked on the edge of the runway next to the tarmac.

Tony Stark, who has not been seen for a long time, is dressed casually in a black jacket and jeans.

He took off his sunglasses and stepped out of the black car, followed by two white bodyguards.

Even though he didn't really like bringing bodyguards, after what happened last time when Danforth sent someone to attack him, he had no choice but to do so for his own safety.

"Mr. Stark, the crew is ready. Please wait."

The person in charge of the airport trotted over, eager and attentive.

Parked on the runway is a Bombardier Global Express XRS, the world's best long-range large business aircraft with a "city of luxurious penthouses."

The cabin door opened, and Tony Stark entered the cabin with two bodyguards.

The main colors in the cabin are beige and dark brown. There is plenty of space and it does not feel stuffy. There are luxurious leather seats and wooden worktops, as well as dining tables arranged in sequence.

In addition, LCD TVs, global phone calls, network interfaces and all kinds of fine wines are all available.

Tony Stark sat down, patted the leather seat, and then looked out the window.

There is a beautiful stewardess packing the gift boxes outside.

After a long flight of twenty-three hours, Tony Stark and others arrived at Bamako, the capital of Mali, shrouded in darkness.

The departure hall of Sainu International Airport is as simple as a grain depot in a Chinese township, standing on a wilderness.

When we walked out of the airport, we saw it was raining outside.

"It's really bad luck. It rained when we came up."

Tony Stark complained as he carried his suitcase.

"It's the rainy season now, sir, and we're lucky enough not to have any violent storms."

The personal secretary next to him said to him.

"It's indeed good luck in another sense."

Looking at the clock hanging in the hall, it showed that it was nine o'clock in the evening local time.

"Has the person to pick us up not arrived yet?"

Tony Stark asked his secretary.

Honestly, he wouldn't be here if he didn't have to.

He remembered the information he had seen about Mali before.

This is one of the poorest and backward countries in the world. Agriculture accounts for 80% of the gross national product and industry is basically blank. It was a French colony before 1895 and became an independent republic in 1960.

Like all poor and backward African countries, Mali immediately fell into civil strife after independence. Three republics were established in thirty years.

The most recent coup occurred two months ago. Malian soldiers mutinied. President Ibrahim and Prime Minister Cisse were detained in the military camp. Government forces and anti-government forces started negotiations. It is estimated that if the negotiation fails, it will be "rebuilding the empire." situation.

All in all, this is not a very safe place.

But he came anyway.

As for why you came here?

The reason is naturally to make war profits.

After the copper mine incident, he was recovering in the hospital.

After the injury was almost healed, he came here.

While selling weapons, take a break.

Just as he was waiting impatiently, a black Toyota car suddenly drove up outside the hall door.

A man in his thirties, with an unattractive appearance, whose only advantage was that he was a bit gentle, walked out of the car.

A woman also got out of the co-pilot. She was in her twenties, tall, without makeup, with a few freckles on her face. She was wearing tight jeans with plump and perky buttocks.

The two held umbrellas and walked quickly to the airport waiting hall.

As soon as they entered the door, they saw Tony Stark and others.

The plain-looking man was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly came up to say hello.

However, he was quickly stopped by competent security guards.

"Sir, what do you want?"

"Um," the unattractive man quickly took out a piece of paper from his pocket, "Who is Mr. Tony Stark? We are here to pick up Mr. Stark."

"I am Tony Stark."

Tony asked the two big white men to stand down.

"We are the guides hired by Mr. Obaade to be responsible for your activities in Mali."

"Very good, successful connection."

Tony Stark shrugged, "So can we go?"

We were speechless all the way until we arrived at our destination, which was the Lishu Blue Label International Hotel where we were staying.

night.

Tony Stark looked out the window in the hotel.

Outside the window was the endless blackness, the dense drizzle, the continuous path, and the occasional dull gunfire, indicating that this was not a safe night.

Entering the luxurious suite, Tony Stark took off his woolen coat and called his secretary into the room.

"How is Peter Parker now?"

He had been keeping an eye on Peter.

He already knew that Peter was Spider-Man.

What happened under the copper mine made him not pay attention to Peter.

Peter disappeared for a few days before, and he had been asking people to investigate what happened and where Peter went.

"Sir, we just received the news that he has returned."

"Hmm, it's a bit late now. Remember to remind me to call him tomorrow."

Tony nodded.

He looked through the window at his "neighbor" only one street away, where the Stark Group set up a research center.

In addition to selling arms, he also made a special trip to inspect the research center here.

The black conical high-rise tower stands in the center of the city, like a glass-covered bullet or an erect cigar. The design has a futuristic sci-fi feel.

The building of the Stark Research Center is completely different from other low and old buildings in the surrounding area. It is as if a person dressed in modern clothes suddenly broke into a group of ancient people, which is extremely uncoordinated.

Tony Stark gave instructions to his secretary and walked outside.

Just after taking two steps, I heard footsteps coming from behind.

"Mr. Stark, please wait."

Tony Stark turned around and saw the staff responsible for his schedule walking towards him quickly.

"Mr. Stark, there is a restaurant downstairs that provides late-night snack service. Do you want to try it?"

the staff asked him.

"Forget it, although I really want to try the local food in Africa, unfortunately, I have something to take care of tonight."

Tony Stark showed a very regretful expression.

After Tony walked away, the staff immediately took out the communicator.

"He has gone to the research center and is ready for action."

In the densely drizzling night sky, a black shadow suddenly flashed across.

The huge glider wings spread out like the wings of a giant dragon, flying through the cold night.

The black shadow shot out a hook, hooked on the metal frame on the top floor of the research center, and swung toward it.

Under the heavy rain, the black shadow's wings fluttered, and in a few breaths, it flew to the top of the building, which was more than 40 meters high.

Standing on the edge of the top floor, looking down, the whole city is in sight.

Black raindrops dripped on Heiying's clothes, gurgling down the textured ravines, and then splashed silently to the ground.

The black clothes washed by the rain were even more black and shiny, like a black statue in the night.

After receiving the news that Tony Stark had arrived, the black shadow immediately sneaked into the building.

New York, Forest Hills.

Peter is discussing with Gwen about rescuing the little naughty boy.

The news on TV suddenly reported that Tony Stark was kidnapped in Africa.

"Kidnapped? Terrorists?"

Peter felt a little familiar when he heard these two words.

This guy was kidnapped again? !