What Color of Powered Armor Do You Like

Tony had never told anyone about the shrapnel in his chest being held in place by the device.

The only person who knew was Pepper.

Yet Pepper clearly couldn't have mentioned this matter to Xu Mo.

So where had Xu Mo learned about it?

Tony stared with wide eyes and swept his gaze around the room.

"God, did you secretly install bugs or cameras in my room?"

"This isn't what a good citizen should do!"

After looking around and finding nothing, Tony returned to stand in front of Xu Mo.

"JARVIS, help me check the villa for any connected surveillance equipment!"

"Right away, sir!"

In less than a minute, JARVIS's electronic voice sounded in the room once more.

"Sir, no surveillance equipment has been found anywhere in the villa at present!"

Xu Mo sat on the sofa, watching Tony's flustered appearance as the corners of his mouth hooked upward slightly.

"Rest assured, I don't have those kinds of perverted hobbies, and I'm not the least bit interested in what you do in your room!"

"The reason I know about the shrapnel relies on this ability of mine!"

As he spoke, Xu Mo gave his right hand a gentle wave.

The cutlery from the nearby kitchen flew over fiercely under the influence of Psychic Force, finally halting in midair between the two of them and slowly rotating.

This was the excuse he had thought up long ago.

Moreover, the reason he revealed the illusion of only being able to manipulate metal was also to leave behind a trace of a trump card.

This way, even if he were exposed, people would accept his setting of only being able to manipulate metal without the slightest doubt, given the precedent of Magneto.

Because of this, it might just end up saving his life at some point.

"What the fuck!!"

Upon witnessing this scene, Tony's expression was even more exaggerated than before.

"A mutant?"

"Magneto?"

"Are you Eric's illegitimate child?"

"Tony, if you don't watch your mouth, I can't guarantee that these utensils won't be stuck in it the next moment!"

Xu Mo looked at the other man with annoyance.

"Sorry, I... I was just too excited!"

After a long while, Tony finally calmed his excited emotions.

Upon learning about the shrapnel in his bloodstream, Tony had naturally considered what method to use to extract it from within.

As for conventional medical techniques, there was temporarily no way to accomplish it.

As for unconventional methods, the first person he thought of was Magneto.

Over the past two years, the scene of Old Wan manipulating the Golden Gate Bridge was clearly imprinted in the minds of every citizen of the United States. That the other man possessed the ability to control metal was practically common knowledge.

Relying on this ability, the other man should easily be able to extract the shrapnel from his bloodstream.

Regrettably, that occasion could also be considered Magneto's final glory.

Afterward, he was injected with mutant serum and reduced to an ordinary old man.

He had also sent people to search privately for mutants with similar abilities, but he had never had any leads.

During this period, he had also discovered that because of the Arc Reactor in his chest, the palladium element in his blood exceeded normal levels, and his body was already showing some signs of palladium poisoning.

Even though he had taken certain measures.

If it continued, however.

Within three years' time, the Toxin would cause him irreversible damage.

Xu Mo's ability allowed him to see hope once again.

After thinking for less than ten seconds, Tony let out a long breath.

"Fine, you win!"

"What color of powered armor do you like?"

After the two of them discussed the details regarding the powered armor.

Tony impatiently dragged Xu Mo into the medical room on the second floor of the villa.

Under Xu Mo's insistence.

Tony was not only going to build a set of powered armor for him, but every time the armor was upgraded in the future, he would also help Xu Mo craft a matching set.

Xu Mo glanced at the seven or eight doctors surrounding them.

"I don't think you need to make such a big fuss. I have no intention of leaking my own secret!"

Hearing these words, Tony also snapped back to reality.

Because of Magneto's crazy antics, ordinary people nowadays held a certain amount of rejection toward mutants in their hearts.

He could certainly understand Xu Mo's desire not to expose his identity.

Lying on the operating table, Tony waved his hand to dismiss those doctors.

He licked lips that were dry and cracked from tension.

"Pal, you promise I don't need to go to the hospital and you can handle it right here?"

Originally, Tony had planned to go to the hospital. That way, in case of any accidents, there would still be room for redemption.

Yet Xu Mo insisted that just finding any room would do.

That was why they had come to this medical room.

Seeing Tony's nervous appearance, Xu Mo could only offer words of comfort.

"Rest assured, I won't joke about this kind of thing. It wouldn't matter if you died, but it won't do if no one is left to build powered armor for me!"

"Even for the sake of my powered armor, I won't let anything happen to you!"

Tony curled his lip and gave Xu Mo a thumbs-up.

"You certainly know how to comfort people!"

Once only the two of them remained in the room.

Xu Mo directly began.

First, he manipulated the shrapnel, guiding it to flow into a tiny blood vessel on his arm that could barely contain it, and then tied tourniquets tightly on both sides.

With a thought, a few small pieces of shrapnel shot outward.

The entire process took less than a minute.

Until Xu Mo manipulated several pieces of shrapnel to land in Tony's hand, Tony remained in a daze.

"You can keep this thing as a souvenir!"

Xu Mo opened the door and looked at the group of private doctors waiting outside.

"You can come in and help him stop the bleeding now!"

As he finished speaking, his expression suddenly shifted, and staring at a familiar figure standing among this group of doctors, a playful smile appeared on his face.

Tony looked at the shrapnel in his palm, his face still bearing an expression of disbelief.

"This is... over?"

He stroked the area over his chest, and the usual feeling of tightness had completely vanished.

As the doctors swarmed into the room.

Xu Mo turned directly and left.

Inside the medical room.

Tony shouted at the group of doctors staring blankly at him.

"Hurry up and bandage me!"

Seeing the tiny wound on Tony's arm, a doctor in the crowd hurriedly stepped forward, opened the medicine kit, and began disinfecting it.

At that moment, a doctor standing nearby looked at the wound revealed after the blood was wiped away.

"Mr. Tony, this wound of yours really needs to be bandaged as soon as possible!"

Hearing the other's tone, Tony, who was currently examining the shrapnel in his hand, changed his expression.

"What do you mean, is it serious?"

The remaining doctors also cast puzzled gazes over.

After all, no matter how one looked at it, this was just an ordinary small wound. Even though it hit a vein, judging by its location and the volume of blood lost, it was merely a superficial minor vein, and compounded by the tourniquet.

It definitely could not be considered a serious injury.

"You misunderstood, the wound isn't serious!"

A smile appeared on the face of the doctor nearby.

"My point is that if you don't bandage it quickly, the wound is going to heal up!"

Hearing the other person's obviously teasing remark, Tony grew somewhat angry out of embarrassment.

"Which hospital are you from? I'm going to file a complaint against you!"

"Of course, that is your right!"

The doctor who finished bandaging him pulled out a business card and handed it to Tony.

"I'm currently a surgeon at Mount Sinai Hospital, you can call me Strange!"

With that, Strange walked directly outside.

As a fairly well-known surgeon at Mount Sinai Hospital, he had been forced by the director's mandatory order to cancel an important surgery and come here for a house call, only to find it was just the kind of wound-bandaging work an intern nurse could easily handle.

These people were simply wasting medical resources.