I don’t know any rich guy in Marvel who would wear a balaclava and go out on the street to catch thieves in the middle of the night.
Of course, except for DC, the richer they are, the more they have to wear a hood and wander around in the middle of the night, causing the simple and honest Gotham City and the Metropolis to become smoky and the public order is extremely chaotic.
"This is Dr. Ethan's latest improved portable Mark III armor. It has many features such as ten-second wear, thinness and lightness."
Ye Qingyang took the suitcase and found that it weighed less than twenty kilograms.
"We used the latest high-tech molecules, which greatly reduced the weight of the original titanium alloy, and Peter Parker also played a major role in this." Ethan glanced at Ye Qingyang, who had finished wearing it.
"Check if the size is inappropriate. This mecha also comes with an automatic telescopic function that can change according to the wearer's different body types."
"It's very good. You can hardly feel the weight when wearing it, and the joints are more flexible than before." Ye Qingyang did a few movements in Wing Chun.
Although it can't be said to be like an arm-like command, it is already a great improvement compared to the Mark II armor given by the system.
What Ye Qingyang valued most was its portability. In the future, all his women would wear one, which would greatly increase safety.
This kind of thing like Pepper being caught must never happen again.
"Great, Ethan, Peter, I'm going to double your salary!" Ye Qingyang took off his armor with satisfaction and transformed back into a suitcase.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Big Shit, may Allah bless you." Little Spider said happily incoherently. With this money, he can also help Harry Osborn, whose company went bankrupt because his father ran away.
"By the way, Peter, how's the recent progress between you and Mary Jane?" Ye Qingyang was a little gossipy.
"Well, it's okay. I've asked her to have dinner with her several times."
"I'm not asking that, I'm asking if you ever hit a home run."
"Homerun? No, no, no, Mary Jane is my goddess. I can't blaspheme her like this, and she said she would wait until marriage." Little Spider's face turned red with embarrassment.
"Tch, waiting until after marriage is a common trick used by women. You are in love, not in business, so you don't have to follow the rules. The more you follow the rules, the more women will look down on you." Ye Qingyang began to teach his unique secrets. .
Although Ye Qingyang didn't have the opportunity to practice it before, he found this trick very easy to use during several recent dates with Betty Ross.
"Do you know when is the easiest time to get a woman?"
"I don't know." Little Spider answered honestly.
"I'm really defeated by you. Work is not everything. You have to resolve your life-long issues first so that you can focus more on your work, isn't it Ethan?" Ye Qingyang turned around and looked.
But he found that Ethan was already alone in a daze holding a cut newspaper.
"What are you looking at?" Ye Qingyang leaned her head over.
A yellowed newspaper with a young Russian male scientist on the cover and a headline about the defection of Soviet scientists.
"Compared to this, Anton Vannik, the father of Ivan the Great, was whipped five times in a row by lightning." Ye Qingyang said.
"Yes, my former doctoral supervisor mentioned him and said that he was one of the greatest physicists in the Soviet Union," Ethan said with some emotion.
"It's a pity that he was born at the wrong time. If he could concentrate on scientific research, his achievements would be amazing!"
Ye Qingyang shrugged. He didn't care about these past events.
"These are the video tapes left by your father. Why don't you watch them together?" Dr. Ethan asked.
"I'm sorry, I'm not interested in old antiques. You and Peter should study it carefully. I'm going to study how to continue the family lineage for mankind."
Ye Qingyang lifted up the portable Mark III suitcase. I took this thing first.
"No problem, we still have several spare sets, so go ahead and make them!"
"Tch, it sounds like I'm a prodigal son." Ye Qingyang curled his lips.
"Didi—"
A text message suddenly came to Ye Qingyang's cell phone.
"Are you there?"
It's Betty Ross.
"You're thinking of me, so I'm here!" Ye Qingyang replied instantly.
"Is there a problem?"
"I'm in a bad mood, can you come over and chat with me?"
Ye Qingyang glanced at the time. It was almost 12 o'clock in the evening. Going to bed late and getting up early is not a good habit. We should all develop good work and rest habits and reply decisively.
"No problem, where are you?"
"School playground."
Ye Qingyang, who originally wanted to find Xiao Rongyu, turned around and flew to Calf University!
Ye Qingyang walked to the playground of Calf University and saw a figure sitting on the audience stage next to her. It was Betty Ross.
The delicate little face is lightly painted with pink lipstick and looks very attractive. A black thread on the legs can vaguely see the fair skin, and there seems to be traces of crying on the face.
Ye Qingyang looked at the few empty wine bottles placed at her feet and thought to himself
"How can this girl drink so well?"
"I thought you wouldn't come over." Betty Ross was a little surprised when she saw Ye Qingyang's figure.
"We are good friends. If a friend is in trouble, we will support him from all directions." Ye Qingyang sat beside her carelessly. Maybe it was a little cold, but Betty Ross felt the warmth around her and actually took the initiative to lean over.
Ye Qingyang suddenly felt that half of his body was hot and soft, and he felt a little distraught.
Betty Ross pouted and asked.
"Are you here to see me just because your friends are helping me?"
At twelve o'clock at night, there were still many boys and girls hanging out on the playground. This made Ye Qingyang sigh that the American people are very energetic. No wonder black uncles also like to move at night.
"Do you want to smoke?" Ye Qingyang took out a pack of Tianshan Snow Lotus that he carried with him.
"No, but I like to watch you smoke." Betty Ross's eyes were blurred.
Ye Qingyang was just about to light the fire, but Betty Ross snatched it away.
"let me help you"
The yellowish flames set off Betty Ross's big, flickering eyes, which was a little alluring in the middle of the night.
Ye Qingyang leaned his head closer, and Betty Ross's breath sprayed on his face. The aroma was mixed with the smell of alcohol, which was particularly alluring.
"Here you are—" Betty Ross handed over the half-full bottle of wine.
Ye Qingyang wasn't polite either. As long as it wasn't liquor, Ye Qingyang could handle it.
After taking a sip, the cold wine mixed with the taste of Betty Ross lipstick and the cold air of the late night in New York.
"Haha, cool!" Ye Qingyang smiled wantonly.
Life is like this, what else can I ask for
Betty Ross looked at the man next to her with admiration. He was uninhibited, free and unrestrained, which was really enviable.