After a long silence, Donnie sharpened his knife and planned to make trouble again.

Counting with his fingers, he could have three Infinity Stones at any time as long as he wanted, and the locations of the other three Infinity Stones were also clear in his mind. If he really wanted to seize them, he would spend at most some time... Oh, the soul gems that were cheating were not included.

Asgard's treasure house also has the right-hand infinity gloves.

But some things are not that simple.

"I don't know if the seventh self-glove is in Tony Stark's head..." When I think of this, Donny couldn't help but have a headache.

The Self-Gem, unlike the other six gems, is only one in the thousands of universes, and is the true core of the Infinity Gem and the key to awakening the goddess of vengeance.

Self-Gem + Six Ordinary Gems = Goddess of Nemesis.

In the comics of previous lives, the self-jewel exists in Tony's head, but in this world, only ghosts know which universe it is Tony Stark.

Moreover, as the creator of all Infinite Stones, all Infinite Stones are just a collection of little powers of the Goddess of Nemesis.

Donnie was also worried, even if he had collected six gems, what if the self-gauge was really in Tony's head in this universe?

As soon as the seven gems approach, they can summon the dragon... Ah, it is the goddess of vengeance. Maybe the first thing that woman does when she wakes up is to destroy several universes to celebrate.

Even if Donny had a source of fire, he had to kneel on the spot.

"Trouble~" Donny stretched and lay lazily on the lawn of the manor, put on sunglasses and enjoyed the sunbathing.

Next to him, Criputo was also wearing sunglasses, lying on the ground like a dog, revealing her white belly, and picked up a drink from time to time and took a beautiful breath.

"Wangcai, you will only eat and sleep, and sooner or later you will become a pig." Donny tilted his head and said sarcastically.

"Wang!"

Criputo glanced at Donny with contempt, full of disdain, and continued to bask in the sun happily.

Donnie looked at the harmless little white dog with his eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a little envious. Since he arrived at the earth, the little white dog has followed Wanda. After so long, the energy stored in its body is simply terrifying.

The genes of Kryptonians are really fascinating, but the racial defects are too obvious.

Donnie turned over comfortably, with rare peace, but you have to cherish it. It won’t take long to stay, and the earth will become more and more lively.

The heavy body left ugly marks on the neat lawn, which was extremely dazzling.

"Sir, I will be scolded to death by the old bartender."

A lawn care employee not far away had been struggling for a long time before he ran over carefully and reminded him.

He is also a transformed super soldier and is now an ordinary employee of the Down Manor. As long as reality requires it, he and many of his kind will transform into killing machines.

"It's okay, just let him scold me." Donnie waved.

The employee smiled bitterly, but did not dare to say anything more. He looked at the legendary Donny with awe, and then looked at Criputo with fear and fear.

This guy once teased Criputo, and then got chased and bitten hard. He was dressed in a mess every day.

Power, speed, fighting, and as strong as him, he was completely abused by this little white dog.

He was helpless and powerful, and in this huge manor, he suddenly became the bottom of the food chain. He could only bully ants and cockroaches if he had nothing to do...

...

The old bartender was driving a yellow sports car, running lightning on the road. To be precise, he was sitting in the driving position and the yellow sports car moved forward by itself.

This is a very eye-catching sports car. The rate of turning back when passing by is 100%, which has attracted many people's admiration and envy.

The beautiful arc full of artistic sense combines structure and aesthetics to the extreme. Even if you take a look, it is a spiritual enjoyment.

The speedy and flexible and elegant drive shows that the car has a powerful engine and transmission.

At the front of the car, a gray face-like sign was very eye-catching, making people speculate about which company developed a new car. Many rich people are even ready to win the new sports car as soon as possible.

A young policeman angrily stopped the yellow sports car running at high speed and issued a ticket on the spot.

"Take out your driver's license and you are speeding! This is endangering the safety of other people's lives and property... The face sign, which company is producing sports car, why is there no record? Are you driving a modified car on the road? This is a sentence!" the policeman said loudly.

The guy sitting in the driver's seat is old, with gray hair, wrinkles on his face, a face full of vicissitudes and an unconcealed evening spirit, and is dead.

Hearing the police questioning, he looked up and said nothing. He just threw out a document, shocked the police and left. From beginning to end, he never put his hand on the steering wheel.

"Why don't you stop him?" Another policeman ran over and questioned.

"I can't stop that guy has the senior documents of Tianyan and SHIELD. Not to mention speeding, even if he openly bombed a street, we have no right to stop him." The young policeman had a bitter face.

...

Amid the speculation and envy of countless people, this sports car finally came to Stark Building.

Tony, who looked slutty, habitually raised his eyebrows on one side, giving people a feeling of rebelliousness. After he stopped the yellow sports car, he opened the door casually.

"Old guy, your nose is really sensitive. I just said I wanted to open a bottle of good wine, and you came." Tony touched the beard on his chin, and said with a smile.

"Hmph, I knew you were hiding your private goods shamefully." The old bartender got out of the car with some difficulty and patted the roof of the yellow sports car like praise. "It's not just me today. This old guy also wants to drink a little - Bumblebee, you must have never drunk alcohol. Come on, I will teach you how to drink, and I will teach you how to taste wine!"

The yellow sports car suddenly began to deform, and under the shocked gaze of countless people, it turned into a robot.

The eyes kept turning, and a strange sound came from the mouth, like a person's throat was choked, and he could only make a simple hesitant sound.

"He was just born and was still adapting to the sound generator." The old bartender explained, then ran into the building excitedly, greeted Jarvis, and walked into the elevator skillfully.

Tony looked at Bumblebee with interest, but didn't care too much. He often deals with artificial intelligence. At present, he just thinks that this "Bumblebee" is the artificial intelligence of the old bartender - his smart housekeeper is the world's top artificial intelligence. Of course, he is not very interested in an artificial intelligence that can't even speak.

He followed behind, looking at the old bartender's back, but frowned without a trace. In his ears, Jarvis was reporting to him.

"His physical function has declined amazingly, obviously not lasting for long, and his old injuries are also depleting his little energy."

Tony frowned, but soon let go, he smiled again, and quickly followed. He knew the old bartender's situation, and he knew the old bartender's choice, and he could not interfere.

A pleasant choice is also the greatest respect for an old fighter.
Chapter completed!