"Ah!" Tony Stark woke up from his nightmare again.
"Hi honey, what's wrong with you?"
The sexy girl next to him was woken up by him, but she was not impatient at all. Instead, she came over very considerately and comforted him softly.
"Did you have a nightmare?"
Tony took a few quick breaths, took the mineral water handed to him by his bed partner, and drank it all in one gulp.
He put his arms around the long-legged supermodel, smiled and concealed his actual emotions, and said teasingly:
"I dreamed that your pair of big babies were fake, and then I woke up with a fright, haha..."
"I hate it. You were already this old when you were in ninth grade. How could it be fake?"
The two flirted for a while, and the woman wanted to write something that was not allowed to be written, but Tony refused.
The two hugged each other and lay back on the bed. The woman quickly fell asleep, but Tony could not fall asleep for a long time.
This was not the first day he had nightmares. He had had nightmares for nearly half a year.
The nightmare was vague at first, but it has become clearer and clearer lately.
In the beginning, I only had nightmares once every ten days and a half, but now I have nightmares almost every two or three days.
Every time the nightmare has the same content, overwhelming floods sweep across the sky, turning the entire New York into a swamp.
God, this is New York. Although it is close to the sea, how could there be such a big flood?
Besides, who are you? He is Tony Stark, a super rich man.
No matter how big the flood is, does it have anything to do with you?
The dream at first only ended here, and he didn't care, but as the dream became clearer and clearer, when he observed the man through the private satellite.
His indifferent expression, the coldness in his eyes that regarded human life as nothing, penetrated directly into his heart through the super high-definition satellite lens, making him breathe quickly and his heartbeat stopped.
Even now, after waking up from the nightmare for so long, that look still lingers in my mind.
The nightmare that lasted for many days gave Tony a pair of dark circles on his face.
Regarding this point, Pepper Potts said, "Tony, if you continue to indulge like this, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to celebrate your fortieth birthday."
Of course Tony would not tell Pepper that he had been plagued by nightmares, it would be too shameful.
"Oh, Pepper, I actually have a new idea. This idea has been torturing me and makes me unable to feel at ease even when I fall asleep."
Tony said casually, "Don't worry, once I assemble it in the lab, everything will be back to normal."
As for what this new idea is?
Oh, Stark never worried about ideas. If Pepper wanted to see one, he could always come up with a dozen, each one that would shock the world.
Pepper sighed, whether Tony was telling the truth or lies, there was nothing she could do but pray that the older boy would become more mature.
After tricking Pepper away, Tony began to think of ways to solve this problem.
Now that this matter has arisen, we should find a way to solve it.
There is no problem in this world that can stump Stark.
First of all, you have to know whether this person is real or a fictitious person in your dream.
If this person is real, then find him, throw money at him, and then all problems will be solved.
If you can't find this person in the real world, it means that this person is a fake person. You are not an otaku, and you can't be afraid of a paper person.
He picked up his paintbrush and started painting.
As an engineer, Tony's painting skills were very solid, and he quickly drew the appearance of the man in his dream.
"Jarvis, search for this person around the world. The similarity is 95%, no, more than 90%. All people are arranged in descending order of similarity."
He originally thought that after submitting the task, it would take a long time or that tens of thousands of information would be searched.
He was just about to grab a cup of coffee to refresh himself when Jarvis had already submitted a search report.
"I found a candidate with 99% similarity. Do you want to check it?"
Um? Is it so efficient?
99%, this is almost completely consistent.
Is it possible that there really is such a person in the world?
"Check!" Tony ignored the coffee and sat back in his seat.
Jarvis projected a three-dimensional image of a man in front of him.
"Zhan Liu, Chinese, claims to be from another world. Now he runs the 'Ultimate Boundless Hall' in Chinatown, New York City, teaching martial arts from other worlds..."
"An alien? Wait, what is that on his forehead? Is it an ornament?"
"That's the third eye."
"You are really from another world! Why haven't you seen any media reports?"
"There are many people on the Internet who believe that he is actually a mutant, and that is his mutant organ."
"Understood."
Tony is very clear about the dispute between ordinary people and mutants, especially the politicians at the top, who regard mutants as pests and want to clean them up, so how can they publicize them in a high-profile manner.
"Have I... seen him?" Tony thought about it carefully for a long time, but he didn't understand how he could dream of him in his dream. He was not a beautiful woman.
"After cross-checking the itineraries of the two of you, we did not find any intersection between the two of you."
"That's weird." Tony held his chin, thinking carefully.
"Although I don't know much about psychology, since I dreamed about him and it was a nightmare, then in theory it should be that I am afraid of him, for example, he hit me in reality or something."
"Of course, no one can beat Stark, I'm just giving you an example."
"I understand, sir. You have no external injuries and no medical examination records."
"Jarvis, you should actually learn to be more humorous."
"I'm studying, sir."
"Okay, maybe I saw him on the Internet sometime and was frightened by his appearance... Am I such a timid person?"
"No, sir, judging from big data comparison, you are braver than most people in the world."
"A very nice compliment, Jarvis."
"I'm not complimenting you, sir."
"Haha... telling the truth is the best compliment."
Now that he has found the true identity of the man in the nightmare, Tony must of course deal with him in the way he is best at.
"Jarvis, ask Happy to come see me. I have something to tell him."
A moment later, Happy appeared in front of Tony.
"Happy, go and buy this martial arts gym. The price can be whatever you want."
"No problem, leave it to me. I will get your new toy as quickly as possible and at the lowest price."
Happy didn't ask Tony why he did this at all, because he had done countless similar things. Some of them had reasons, but most of them had no reason. Maybe it was just Tony's hotheadedness and random shooting. Make the decision with your brain.
It doesn't matter.
Tony has willful power, who makes him so rich?
