Iron Monger's armor, along with Obadiah's corpse.
The Mark 2 that Tony had taken off after the fight.
And an entire Stark Industries building.
Tony had blown them all into fireworks, using the large Arc Reactor prototype as gunpowder.
Tony looked at the "fireworks," then at Pepper Potts beside him.
There was no hiding the tenderness and affection in his eyes.
After tonight, this playboy suddenly realized how important Pepper Potts was to him.
She was more than just an assistant who managed his work and daily life.
Only Qin Xiao watched the building that had already caught fire.
His brow furrowed tightly as he muttered.
"How much fucking money did that cost?!"
Leaving aside the prototype, whose value was impossible to estimate, there was the building, Iron Monger, and the Mark 2 that had only been used once.
Qin Xiao had wanted to bring the Mark 2 down, but Tony had told him that it had already been used and damaged anyway, so he didn't want it anymore.
Fuck...
Wouldn't a few repairs make it as good as new? Even just the gold-titanium alloy it was made of was space-station-grade material.
Qin Xiao still remembered Tony's expression when he said that. It was no different from an ordinary person throwing away an empty drink bottle.
When he was little, his grandmother would keep his empty drink bottles, saying they could be sold for money.
Qin Xiao had worn that very same expression when he spoke to his grandmother while throwing bottles away.
"Just throw it away. Keeping it takes up space, and it won't sell for much anyway!"
He had never known those words could hit so hard.
Qin Xiao glanced at Tony, who was whispering to Pepper Potts some distance away.
He was wondering whether he should rush over and give that filthy rich bastard a beating.
"Iron Monger elimination mission complete. Reward: 1,000 points!"
The arrival of 1,000 points made Qin Xiao feel considerably better.
Obadiah was dead, and Tony had transformed into Iron Man.
Iron Man 1 was over, then. He had earned a total of 4,000 points.
He was another step closer to unlocking the Level 2 Shop.
Right now, the level-one shop wasn't much use to Qin Xiao. There seemed to be nowhere to spend his 3,000 points.
No, wait. With 3,000 points, each point could be exchanged for a million when he traveled back.
"Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands!"
Qin Xiao began counting on his fingers, calculating whether he could become a filthy rich bastard himself when he went back.
After all that counting, it came to three billion. That made him rich, sure, but compared to Tony...
Fine. Qin Xiao gave up.
This stretch of the plot had come to an end, and the system informed Qin Xiao that he could now return to his own world whenever he wanted.
At the very beginning, Qin Xiao had planned to complete missions here, then take everything he gained back and turn it into resources for himself.
Whether it was his own strength, advanced technologies, or even the system's thoughtful option to exchange one point for a million in currency.
It was all so he could live a better life in that world.
Although both involved transmigration, that world was real life to Qin Xiao.
This place was more like a dungeon, a game.
But Qin Xiao had entered the Marvel movie world right after transmigrating. Here, he had met Black Widow and joined S.H.I.E.L.D., although his agent title didn't carry much weight.
He had also become good friends with Tony, and now, instead, he felt a slightly stronger sense of belonging here.
Besides, his own strength had undergone a world-shaking transformation. Calling him superhuman wouldn't be an exaggeration.
In this Marvel movie world, he could still put his abilities to use. But if he returned to that world...
He might have to keep a tight rein on his strength. After all, one person couldn't take on the entire world, and if things went wrong, he could end up dissected and studied like a lab rat.
Qin Xiao certainly didn't believe that having thirty percent of Hulk's strength made him invincible and fearless.
That was also why, from the very beginning, he had shamelessly insisted on getting Tony's artificial intelligence program through buying a house.
It was precisely so he could build his own powerful empire in that world. Only then could he ensure a peaceful life in the future.
Only when his wealth and influence reached a certain level could he go on living without fear.
A massive explosion at a Stark Industries building was no small matter.
Not to mention that Tony and Iron Monger had fought to their hearts' content right out on the street.
And who knew how many people had seen the two suits of armor fly straight into the sky with their own eyes.
Since there was no covering up today's events, he had to make proper use of S.H.I.E.L.D. Otherwise, wouldn't he be doing his status as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent a disservice?
So, as soon as the fireworks show began, Qin Xiao called Coulson.
After all, cleaning up messes like these was every intelligence agency's specialty, wasn't it?
And so, that night, Qin Xiao and Tony each went home to get a good night's sleep.
Coulson, meanwhile, led S.H.I.E.L.D.'s people in managing online public opinion and checking how many videos had been uploaded.
They also had to come up with a reasonable explanation overnight, one the public could believe.
Who knew whether Coulson had stayed up all night? In any case, early the next morning, just as dawn was breaking...
Qin Xiao was woken by a phone call.
"Coulson, damn it! Did you forget to check the time? Even the chickens on the farms aren't awake yet! Don't you know that not getting enough sleep causes hair loss, you damned bastard?!"
Qin Xiao launched into a tirade the moment he answered the phone.
"Motherfucker..."
Even an easygoing man like Coulson nearly flew into a rage on the spot at Qin Xiao's words.
Wasn't that like mocking baldness right in front of a monk?
You were the ones who caused the trouble, and you were the one who asked me to clean up the mess when you couldn't handle it.
What's wrong with asking you to come help at the scene now? As far as the chain of command goes, you're technically my subordinate, aren't you?
Coulson himself hadn't slept for an entire night. He touched his hairline, which felt as though it had receded a little more.
He desperately suppressed the urge to draw his gun and go kill Qin Xiao.
Honestly, if this really had been an ordinary agent, Coulson wouldn't have minded giving him a proper lesson in how to behave.
But as Nick Fury's most trusted confidant, he knew about the Avengers Initiative.
He also knew why Nick Fury had recruited Qin Xiao into S.H.I.E.L.D.
So he could only swallow his anger, though he still spoke through gritted teeth.
"I spent the entire night working just to clean up your mess. Shouldn't you come over and help, Mr. Trainee Agent?"
"Ha ha! Nobody would notice even if you lost a little more hair, so it doesn't matter. I'm still young. I'm at an age when I need plenty of sleep!"
Qin Xiao's irritation at being woken had faded a little, and he laughed as he changed the subject.
Although he was still being flippant, he began getting out of bed.
Doing this sort of thing to fool the public was part of their job.
But last night's events really had been his doing. If not for his initial request...
S.H.I.E.L.D. would have taken Obadiah away as soon as Tony Stark returned.
None of that trouble afterward would have happened.