Chapter 15 Ah, what are you doing!_1

Bureau of Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support.

Also known as the precursor to S.H.I.E.L.D.

To be precise, it was HYDRA.

Of course, Coulson didn't know this as he recited the mouthful of a name and carefully skirted the horrific scene, looking at the Iron Monger now reduced to rubble. Even he, accustomed to all kinds of murder scenes, felt a shiver run down his spine.

In his eyes was nothing but shock towards Logic.

He tried to control himself, looking towards the Iron Armor covering Tony's body, and a different idea suddenly surged in his heart. It was no wonder the boss, Nick Fury, had been rubbing his head so fervently—it must have been over trying to figure out this battle armor.

If every agent at the Bureau of Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support had such a set of Iron Armor, the efficiency of completing missions would be fantastic.

Maybe he wouldn't have to be so busy and could have it a bit easier.

Most importantly.

This thing saves on plane tickets!

And fuel costs!

As Coulson was thinking this, he was stopped by Tony's hand before he could even get close. Tony directly sprayed at his face, "I don't want to know which bureau you're from, with your complex and tongue-twisting name. I also don't care who you are, please leave immediately. This is the anger of a taxpayer towards you for not fulfilling your duty to protect the taxpayer!"

Tony even raised his hand, his palm repulsor lighting up and scaring Coulson into repeated hand waves, "Sorry, sorry, our funding is indeed tight, and we don't have many vehicles, nor are they fast, so it took us a while to get here..."

At this moment, Coulson wisely refrained from arguing with Tony or having a standoff, especially since Tony had just gone through a life and death experience.

He directly passed the buck to his boss.

Playing the poor card.

Nick was really too good at squeezing his employees, with the cars they provided for their agents costing just a few hundred thousand US dollars—too crappy!

While he was explaining, he also played on emotions, "Mr. Stark, as you're aware, the situation was too chaotic. I, limited in my personal capacity, could only ensure the safety of your girlfriend Miss Pepper..."

Coulson had a little cunning idea in mind.

Although Tony was quite the playboy, never short of women.

He was still very concerned about the people around him.

Especially after returning from Afghanistan, he had gradually become more reserved, getting somewhat closer to his personal secretary, Miss Pepper.

According to the analysis of the agents from the Bureau of Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support, she would likely become Tony's girlfriend, or at the very least a person of considerable interest.

What Coulson didn't expect, however, was that Tony simply flickered his eyes and remained standing there, with the palm repulsor still trained on him, without any sign of movement.

Even the light in the palm grew increasingly bright.

The threat.

Was unspoken!

Coulson didn't know where the problem lay; he always felt that Tony in front of him was not like the one he had investigated, not matching the character profile at all.

But soon.

He understood the reason.

He saw another set of Iron Armor behind Tony move. Logic came out of it, with the appearance of an Easterner, looking quite unfamiliar.

But this stranger did something that greatly shocked Coulson.

He heard him say, "Tony, no need to be hard on him. He is just a minor agent, doing his job dutifully. If one were to reckon, he would even be considered an employee of your father once upon a time."

No sooner had he finished speaking.

Than Tony, in Coulson's mind always arrogant and self-centered, never heeding advice, actually lowered his arm, deactivated the Iron Armor, and stepped out from within.

Is this...

Is this the Tony I know?

Coulson took a deep look at Tony, then at Logic, keenly sensing something was off, and stepped back wisely, gesturing to the side, handling the scene, diligently doing his cleanup work.

Some things.

Had gone beyond intelligence.

Beyond his control!

And Tony rubbed his chest where the Arc Reactor Mark III Armor, apart from its fluidity, wasn't much different from the Mark III. Its defensive capabilities were still pretty weak, and the shock absorption system wasn't perfect either.

The Iron Monger's punches landed on his chest.

It really hurt!

As he rubbed his chest, he kept an eye on Coulson. It took a while before he let his guard down because Jarvis had hacked into the Bureau of Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support and pulled up Coulson's files. Only after reviewing the agent's records did he relax.

The reason he was so tense,

So on guard,

Even unwilling to let Coulson get close to Logic,

Was because Logic's identity was too special!

An alien.

And a living one at that.

If word got out, some bubble-headed politicians would definitely do some disgusting things.

And if by then it had triggered a war between civilizations...

Although Tony didn't consider himself a great man, he believed it was best to avoid such scenarios.

He looked at Logic with a mix of curiosity and surprise, "You know him? Is he related to my father?"

An alien, Logic,

Knew more about Earth than he did?

And as Tony perused Coulson's file, he found no connection between the agent and his detestable father.

"He's an agent of the Bureau of Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support..."

"Oh, I have to say, that's one heck of a mouthful of a name!" Tony complained, "Lucky he doesn't deal with me, or else I'd have bought the place and renamed it S.H.I.E.L.D.!"

Shocking.

The real reason behind S.H.I.E.L.D.'s name change was because of...

Him!!!

That's what money does.

Damn rich people, ah, wait, I'm one too! I've got spending power!

Ah.

May all the wealthy people in the world live long and happy lives!

Logic's lips curled up into a smile, his hands in his pockets as he looked at Coulson, "The reason I say he was your father's employee is that your father was the founder of this organization!"

"That stubborn old man would create something fashionable like this?"

Tony was full of skepticism, nearly printing the doubt across his face.

"Your father was a very capable man, you'll find out eventually," Logic said.

"Of course, I know, but so what? No matter how much wealth he amassed or how many technologies he invented, in my heart he'll never be a good father, a man who couldn't even take care of his family or his kid... heh..."

Tony gave a bitter laugh, "If I ever have kids, I'll give them all my love! Of course, a playboy like me, having offspring? Unlikely, staying single is the joy!"

At that moment, Tony had no idea how tough he was talking.

He put his hand on Logic's shoulder, glancing sideways, "Hey, buddy, welcome to Earth. To celebrate, how about we throw a big party?"

Logic wanted to decline.

He didn't like hustle and bustle.

Nor was he fond of socializing.

"I can invite a dozen hot girls!"

Cough.

Cough cough cough.

Hey, what are you doing!