Volunteering for Overtime

In the following days, Du Mu took on the role of Tony Stark's bodyguard, appearing punctually at his seaside mansion every day to report for duty.

At first, Tony was quite reluctant.

That was until the day before yesterday, when several stockholders, driven insane by the stock market crash, somehow bypassed the mansion's basic security. They stormed into the living room brandishing kitchen knives, screaming that they were going to chop off "Little Tony" to make soup.

If not for Du Mu appearing like a god descending from the heavens and subduing those lunatics in a flash, Tony would have almost become "Toni."

Ever since then, he had become completely docile, even proactively suggesting that he needed Du Mu's protection.

He could lose his life, but Little Tony absolutely could not be harmed!

"Du Mu, I've fished the people out; you can continue to carry out your undercover mission with peace of mind."

"Village Chief, I've always trusted your efficiency."

"My name is Coulson."

"Understood, Village Chief. No problem, Village Chief. Goodbye, Village Chief."

Du Mu hung up on Coulson's call decisively.

Yes, those crazy stockholders were actually S.H.I.E.L.D. agents invited by Du Mu for a guest appearance.

Otherwise, how could ordinary people have broken into the home of a top-tier billionaire so easily?

To be fair, those S.H.I.E.L.D. agents' acting skills were truly impressive; they had nearly given Tony psychological trauma.

Du Mu even wondered if, besides drawing a salary from S.H.I.E.L.D., they had taken on side jobs as actors or extras.

At this moment, Du Mu was sitting with his legs crossed, sinking comfortably into the high-end sofa in the living room that was large enough to be a bed. He held the remote in one hand to flip through TV channels and grabbed a steaming slice of pizza with the other, devouring it with gusto.

His posture was so relaxed that it seemed as if he were the true owner of the mansion.

Tony had just finished calibrating the Mark III in his underground lab and walked up, smelling of machine oil and exhausted, only to see this scene.

Seeing Du Mu eating the pizza he had ordered, in particular, made his blood boil!

Is this a bodyguard I hired, or a master I'm serving!?

"Give me a piece!"

Tony unceremoniously snatched a large slice from the pizza box in Du Mu's hand and took a fierce bite.

Du Mu didn't mind at all, asking curiously, "Is your armor finished?"

He knew Tony had been like a hermit these past few days, pouring all his focus into tinkering with the Mark III in the underground lab.

"Of course!"

Tony wore his signature confident smile, but then recalled the thrilling scene from two days ago and added with a hint of defiance, "If those lunatics hadn't suddenly broken in that day and denied me the time to put on the armor, would it have ever been your turn to step in?"

Du Mu chuckled, "You think you have invincibility frames while putting on the armor? Who would be kind enough to wait for you to finish your slow transformation before attacking?"

"I'll solve that problem soon enough!"

Tony was choked up; although he felt Du Mu made a valid point, his genius pride made him hold his ground.

He finished the pizza quickly, wiped his hands, and his expression suddenly turned serious, "Right, there's something I need your help with."

"What is it?"

"Remember that batch of Stark Industries weapons I had you blow up back in the Middle East?" Tony asked in a low voice.

Du Mu nodded, "I remember. You ran so fast back then, your pants were almost falling off. It was hilarious."

Tony: "..."

He resisted the urge to slam the pizza box onto Du Mu's head and continued on his own, "I suspect someone inside Stark Industries is colluding with terrorists to conduct secret arms deals."

"I need you to go to the Stark Industries headquarters for me, sneak into my office, and use this to hack into my personal computer host to copy all the recent weapon loading manifests."

As he spoke, Tony handed a small, silver USB drive to Du Mu.

[NPC Tony Stark has issued a new quest]
[Quest: The Mole at Stark Industries]
[Objective: Infiltrate Stark Industries headquarters, hack Tony Stark's private computer, and copy all recent weapon loading manifests to hand over to Tony Stark]
[Reward: 500 EXP, Tony Stark Favorability +10, Random Item *1]

"Why don't you go yourself? Isn't that your territory?" Du Mu asked, puzzled.

Tony sighed helplessly, "Because I unilaterally announced the closure of the weapons division, which severely damaged the board's interests. They united to issue an injunction, temporarily banning me from entering the headquarters to participate in any affairs. I can't even get through the front door right now."

"Then why don't you ask your female assistant?"

"No, this mission is too dangerous. I'm afraid Potts will be targeted by the mastermind for retaliation. I can't let her take that risk."

Du Mu: "..."

So you're letting me take that risk, then?

New York, Stark Industries headquarters building.

Du Mu walked into the lobby on the first floor and saw many employees in professional attire passing by. Guards were stationed throughout the building, and the security measures were visibly tight.

Tony's office was located on the top floor of the building, accessible only via a specialized elevator requiring specific clearance.

Although Tony had given him an access card, how to reach the top floor via the elevator in full view of everyone remained a problem.

There are too many people; it's hard to make a move.

Looking at the bustling scene before him, Du Mu temporarily suppressed a rather simple and brutal idea.

No choice, I'll have to use that.

With a plan in mind, Du Mu turned and walked into the men's restroom on the first floor, found a stall, locked the door, and pulled a flesh-colored hood from his game inventory.

[Item: Disguise Mask (Can be molded into any face; once molded, it will be permanently fixed and cannot be reshaped)]

Du Mu pulled the Disguise Mask over his head. The mask felt icy to the touch, and upon contact with his skin, it quickly conformed to his facial contours.

Soon, the surface of the mask rippled like water, gradually revealing the features of a person.

This person was none other than Stane, whom Du Mu had met a few days ago!

Immediately after, Du Mu took out the Bowtie Voice Changer he had obtained some time ago and attached it to his collar.

"Perfect!"

Du Mu straightened his appearance and, wearing Stane's face, pushed open the door and walked out of the restroom.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Stane!"

Seeing Du Mu appear, the passing employees stopped in their tracks and greeted him respectfully.

It had to be said, this feeling was truly satisfying.

Du Mu immediately adopted the demeanor of a boss, cleared his throat, and used the Bowtie Voice Changer to mimic Stane's voice as he Responded: "Hello everyone, thank you for your hard work!"

The employees were stunned.

Why did Stane feel a bit different today compared to usual?

They hurriedly Responded: "It's no trouble at all."

Du Mu nodded: "Hmm, since it's no trouble, everyone will voluntarily stay for overtime today. I believe in your loyalty and passion for the company!"

The employees: "???"