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[Super Soldier Serum]: From Captain America
[Cosmic Cube Source Energy]: The energy of the Space Stone
[Subspace Stomach Pouch]: From the Flerken, a perfect pocket space. It can hold living creatures, serve as a trash can, and is exceptionally effective at chilling beer.
【Spatial Curvature Barrier】: Conventional defense, makes bullets curve, an essential for home and travel.
【Life Returns to its Source】: Automatically repairs all damage and transforms it into energy.
【Spatial Control (Beginner)】: Basic intervention in a small space.
[Place-to-Place Teleportation]: Point-to-point instant teleportation, a lifesaver for getting around.
[Spatial Cutting]: Used to cut steak, it works even better than the sharpest knife.
[Bipolar Form]: Carol's version, a humanoid self-propelled nuclear reactor. When you're in a bad mood, just fire at the uninhabited deep sea; it can create a splash hundreds of meters high, which is very stress-relieving.
[Willpower Barrier]: Copied from Commander Kree of Yon-Rogg. It can block mental attacks and allow him to maintain absolute calm even when his hands cramp from counting money.
[Basic Atmospheric Control]: From Storm Girl. The ability isn't strong, but it's quite convenient for creating artificial rain on your island or blowing away annoying mosquitoes.
[Kinetic Energy Injection]: From the King of Cards. Injecting kinetic energy into playing cards and then throwing them out to blast fish is one of his few recreational activities.
[Superhuman Senses and Physical Abilities]: From the Blue Beast. Although his physical abilities were already off the charts, this thing provided him with beast-like intuition and dynamic vision, allowing him to distinguish thirteen different vintages of red wine in a second.
[Form Mimicry]: Mystique-like, a divine skill. Over the years, he has relied on this ability to transform into all sorts of people, managing his shady business empire around the world.
Cooldown is over, new abilities can be copied.
Chu Hang pursed his lips. Their family's finances were alright, enough to get by.
The next second, he vanished from the spot.
A gentle breeze blew by, leaving only a shallow dent on the beach chair, as if no one had ever been there.
Afghanistan, Kunduz Province.
On the desolate Gobi Desert, the air was distorted by the scorching sun. Chu Hang's figure appeared out of thin air, and the sand beneath his feet sank slightly due to his sudden appearance.
He was dressed in beach shorts and a floral shirt that seemed completely out of place, like a tourist who had wandered onto the wrong film set.
His energy perception spread out like an invisible radar, instantly covering an area of tens of kilometers. Countless life signals lit up in his mind, like stars in the night sky. Most of them were faint and chaotic, representing ordinary people struggling to survive on this land.
But in one place, the energy reaction was quite strange.
Deep within a mountain range lies a weak but remarkably stable electromagnetic field, like a quiet heart. Beside it, however, is a reactor with highly unstable energy output, its intensity fluctuating wildly, as if it might shut down at any moment.
"found it."
Chu Hang's figure disappeared again.
When he reappeared, he was in a dark and damp cave.
Tony Stark and Ethan were clanging and banging on a pile of scrap metal.
"The angle's off, turn three degrees to the left!" Tony yelled, coughing. The rudimentary electromagnet on his chest flashed a faint blue light, and each heartbeat felt like someone was using pliers to clamp shrapnel from his body.
Ethan sighed, picked up the hammer, and prepared to strike again.
Just then, two muffled thuds came from the cave entrance.
"Who?" Ethan jumped in fright and grabbed an iron rod.
Tony also stopped what he was doing and stared intently at the opening of the hole.
A man dressed in beach shorts and a floral shirt, with a blade of grass dangling from his mouth and his hands in his pockets, strolled out of the darkness. He glanced around the cave and frowned in disgust.
"Tsk, this flavor is intoxicating."
Behind him, two Ten Commandments sentries, each with a neat bloodstain on their necks, lay on the ground, dead without a sound.
Tony and Silverson were both dumbfounded. How did this guy get in?
"Who the hell are you?" Tony asked warily.
The man ignored him, walked straight up to him, circled him once, and looked at him as if he were browsing a market and picking out pork.
"You're Tony Stark?" Chu Hang deliberately pronounced "Stark" in a heavy and strange way.
"It's Stark! Idiot!" Tony instinctively corrected him, then realized, "Wait, who are you? Someone from the military?"
“You can call me…the delivery guy.” Chu Hang grinned. “Someone placed an exorbitant order and asked me to deliver your expensive package back intact.”
He glanced at the metal rig the two of them were fiddling with.
"With this thing?" He scoffed. "The blueprints look alright, but the armor materials are rotten to the core. By the time you two finish building it, those bastards outside will have riddled you with bullets."
Tony's face immediately revealed the arrogance typical of geniuses: "You know nothing! This is a groundbreaking masterpiece!"
Chu Hang walked to a pile of steel plates that were to be used as armor, stretched out his index finger, and casually drew a line in the air as if he were drawing.
[Space Cutting]
No sound, no light effects.
On that thick steel plate, a perfect circle appeared out of thin air, then fell to the ground with a "clang." The cut was so smooth it could be used as a mirror.
Tony's eyes widened instantly. He rushed over, repeatedly rubbing the smooth cut with his hand, then turned to look at Chu Hang's ordinary-looking finger, his arrogant expression instantly turning into one of utter disbelief.
"My God... how did you do that? This... this is fucking unscientific!"
Ethan was also stunned, and the iron rod in his hand fell to the ground.
"Never mind whether it's scientific or not, Mr. Shit-da-ke." Chu Hang walked to the workbench, picked up a design drawing, and said, "The idea is good, but your workshop is too inefficient. I'll give you a hand."
For the next hour, Tony and Ethan witnessed what it meant for gods to work.
Tony had completely lost his mind. Like a foreman on steroids, he pointed at a component on the blueprints and frantically rattled off dimensions and angles. Chu Hang, on the other hand, was like a humanoid multi-functional machine tool. Utilizing his spatial cutting ability, he lightly swiped his finger in the air, and the metal material beside him separated instantly. Cutting, grinding, and bending were all done in one smooth motion, with a precision even higher than Stark Industries' most advanced equipment.
"Here, taper the curve a little more! Yes! That's it!"
"Make that drive shaft a one-piece molded part!"
"Damn it, how did you manage to weld these two metals with different melting points together perfectly?!"
Parts that would normally take days to build were completed in minutes by Chu Hang. Yin Sen was completely rendered useless, left only to stare wide-eyed at the surreal scene before him, feeling as if his worldview was being relentlessly crushed.
"Alright, the core parts are all done." Chu Hang clapped his hands. "You guys can handle the rest of the assembly yourselves. I'm going out for some fresh air."
As soon as he turned around, a series of chaotic footsteps and shouts came from outside the cave.
"They've found out!" Yinsen's face turned ashen.
"It's too late! Hurry! Help me put it on!" Tony yelled anxiously.
The heavy sheet metal was being put on Tony piece by piece, but time was running out. The gunfire outside was getting closer, and the iron door at the entrance was being slammed shut with loud bangs.
"The system is still downloading, I need time!" Tony yelled.
Yinsen glanced at the slow download progress bar, then at Tony, who looked resolute, and his eyes hardened. He grabbed an AK-47 and said to Tony, "I'll buy you some time."
After saying that, he rushed out without looking back.
"Silver Forest!" Tony's eyes widened in horror.
Chu Hang stood aside, watching quietly without moving.
"This is your path, you big shit," he thought to himself.
Gunfire erupted outside; it was intense, but it stopped quickly.
When the iron gate was blown open and the Ten Commandments gang surged in like a tide, they were greeted by a steel giant that slowly stood up.
"My turn has come." Tony's voice came from under the visor, suppressing a torrent of anger.
He raised his arm, and two fire dragons roared out from the jets on his arm armor, instantly turning the unlucky guys at the front into charred remains.
Suddenly, the cave was filled with howling and wailing.
Tony strode out of the cave with heavy steps, like a steel behemoth released from its cage.
Chu Hang followed behind him, strolling leisurely. Occasionally, stray bullets would fly towards him, but they would all be twisted and deflected by an invisible spatial barrier before they reached his body, disappearing to some unknown place.
The Mark 1 is ugly, but effective. A flamethrower and shotgun together make it a game-changer against these terrorists with AKs.
Tony fought his way through the camp, and after blowing up the mountain of Stark Industries weapons piled up at the cave entrance, he activated the makeshift thrusters on his back and wobbled into the sky.
After flying only a few kilometers, the battered metal suit finally gave way and disintegrated in mid-air, crashing heavily into the desert.
Tony struggled to climb out of his wrecked helmet, and before he could catch his breath, he saw Chu Hang standing calmly in front of him, holding a bottle of chilled mineral water.
"Need a hand, Mr. Big Poop?"
Tony looked at him, then at a black dot in the distance—a U.S. military rescue helicopter.
"Who...who are you?" he asked, panting heavily.
"He's a delivery guy." Chu Hang tossed him the water. "Your friend's here to pick you up, so I'm not in your way."
The helicopter drew closer, the roar of its propellers deafening.
Chu Hang threw the empty bottle onto the sand and waved at him.
"See you later, Big Shit."
The words had barely left his mouth when he was gone.
Vanished into thin air. Not even a trace remained.
In the desert, only a bewildered Tony Stark and a similarly bewildered James Rhodes, who had just jumped out of a helicopter, remained.
Chapter 82 The Behind-the-Scenes Major Shareholder
Tony Stark is back.
The news was like a bomb, exploding simultaneously on Wall Street and at the Pentagon, leaving everyone buzzing.
After three consecutive months of decline, Stark Industries' stock price suddenly rebounded. It opened at its daily limit. The Pentagon generals breathed a sigh of relief; their favorite toy supplier, the genius who could turn war into a grand fireworks display, was still alive.
The press conference was packed with people. The flashes from the cameras were so dense they turned night into day.
The reporters were like a school of sharks that had smelled blood, countless black microphones crammed together like an upside-down sugarcane field. They had prepared hundreds of questions, wanting to dissect every single detail of Tony's three months in Afghanistan.
However, something seemed off about Tony when he returned.
He didn't go up on stage directly. He had his bodyguard Happy buy him a few cheeseburgers. Then, under the world's gaze, he plopped down on the steps in front of the stage and began to devour them as if no one else was there.