Chapter 43 Color Is Sometimes Important

Since Tony held a press conference in the dessert shop that day that most people thought was ridiculous, he has never been to the dessert shop again. The days have become the same as they were before Tony disappeared. Every two or three days, Happy will come to the store and take away several desserts.

But what was slightly different from before was that in addition to desserts, what was taken away was a cup of hot milk that was almost too sweet to kill.

Life has returned to a rare calm.

Of course, this calm does not include the streets of New York.

Although there are two Spider-Men who help punish evil in the streets and alleys of New York from time to time, crimes that occur every day are always endless.

The arrival of the weekend indicates that the dessert shop's business has never been very good. Su Heng yawned and slowly opened the shop door, planning to take a good rest.

"Store manager."

But Gwen's roaring voice clearly indicated that Su Heng's dream was about to be shattered.

"What's wrong?" Su Heng took off the carefully prepared blindfold and looked at Gwen who rushed in front of him carelessly.

"Isn't today the weekend? You can actually get up so early?"

"That's because I found something strange last night." Gwen took out her phone, clicked on the video recorded in it, and turned the phone in front of Su Heng.

In the video, a silver humanoid armor fell from the sky with white smoke. When it was about to fall to the ground, the silver humanoid armor sprayed fierce flames from its hands and feet, supporting it again. Flying high into the sky.

"Hey." Su Heng looked at the Iron Man on the video and already knew whose masterpiece this was.

"This is a picture I took yesterday when I was helping an old man recover his car that was stolen by a thief." Gwen asked Su Heng with a serious look: "You see this thing is so dangerous, is it possible that it is What kind of weapons are created by evil scientists to destroy the world?"

"That's not true." Su Heng stretched out his finger and flicked Gwen's forehead: "Isn't this just a flying iron man? How could you say something so outrageous?"

"That's because you weren't there!" Gwen covered her forehead and angrily retorted to Su Heng: "Just the propellers on the hands and feet of the Silver Iron Man, it's obvious that with a little modification, they can be made deadly. weapons!"

"What deadly weapon?"

The bell on the door used to greet guests rang, and Tony appeared in front of Su Heng and Gwen wearing sunglasses.

"Ah, it's nothing." Although Gwen and Tony had met once, they were not familiar with each other after all. She hid behind the counter with some restraint and carefully watched the exchange between him and Su Heng.

"Boss, the old rule, two desserts." Tony gently pressed the tabletop on the counter, and his eyes also noticed the mobile phone placed by Gwen on the counter. On the mobile phone, he was pausing the silver Video of Iron Man soaring into the sky.

"This is a video she took last night while watching the stars on the balcony." Su Heng clicked on the video and pointed to Tony the content: "This guy probably watched too many science fiction movies recently and always likes it. Take these seemingly bizarre things and put them into a technological conspiracy theory.”

"But this thing clearly looks dangerous." Gwen was unconvinced and stretched out a stubborn head from behind Su Heng: "Look at the speed at which this iron man falls, and the kinetic energy generated when the propeller sprays flames. , and with this silver-gray color scheme, this is definitely the kind of secret weapon made by evil scientists to destroy the world.”

"You don't listen to me telling you to watch less science fiction movies. It's okay to stop being alarmist here." Su Heng looked at Tony, whose expression became even weirder under Gwen's words, and stretched out his finger in annoyance, trying to point at Gwen. It bounced off his forehead: "Since you're here, let's help Mr. Stark get the dessert."

"I know, I know." Gwen tilted her head to avoid Su Heng's brain collapse, and walked towards the cabinet with the tray and clips.

"Speaking of which, you are really a rare visitor." Su Heng looked at Tony, who was thinking about something, and quickly changed the subject: "I heard from Happy that you seemed to be very busy."

"Absolutely." Tony nodded casually: "I just finished a small stage last night, so I just came out to relax today."

"Mr. Stark, your dessert is ready. Should you package it or put it in the guest area?" Gwen asked Tony while holding the tray.

"Just leave it here, just enough to chat with you young guys." Tony pointed to the counter, suddenly remembered something, and said to Su Heng: "By the way, let's get another cup of hot milk. "

"Young guy is not bad." Su Heng took out the cup placed on the counter and placed it under the automatic drinking machine: "If it weren't for those gossipy news reports that always said you were a playboy, I would be so scared. I forgot that you seem to be in your thirties.”

"Thirty-eight years old, thank you." Tony said nonchalantly: "As long as I don't get married, it means that I will always be young. Is that okay?"

"Well, you are the customer and you have the final say." Su Heng placed the cup filled with milk in front of Tony: "Then please use it, Mr. Stark, who is thirty-eight years old."

"Tsk, why do you think your words sound so harsh?" Tony picked up the milk and took a sip.

"This smell?" Tony smacked his lips: "It seems different from before?"

"It's not good for your health if you drink something too sweet." Su Heng spread his hands: "Although I can guarantee that the drinks and desserts produced in my store will not give you diabetes, the things in other stores are not within my guarantee range."

"Okay." Tony tasted the taste of the hot milk and found that it was still within his acceptable range. He drank milk and ate cake while chatting with Su Heng and Gwen.

"So you are a student of Midtown Middle School?" Tony poked the cake and asked Gwen curiously, "Does your work here count as part-time work?"

"You can say that." Gwen scratched her face, "My father is familiar with the store manager, so when the store is busy, I come to help."

"Oh~" Tony nodded and brought the topic back to the video just now, "So why do you think the iron man in the video is a product made by evil scientists? Just because of the color?"

"This accounts for at least one-third of the reason!" Gwen nodded heavily, holding up the video in her hand and asked Tony back, "Don't you think the silver-gray color looks creepy at night?"

"A little bit." Tony looked at the cold breath of his silver-gray body in the video at night, and whispered, "It seems that I should just find time to paint a color on it."

The update is complete. While asking for follow-up reading, I will also collect willingness along the way, until 8 o'clock tomorrow morning.

Dear readers, do you think it is better to release both chapters at once, or to release one chapter after the other?