Super Detective in the Fictional World - Chapter 827

Chapter 827: Help Me Up, I Can Still Fight

Luke put down the glass container and tapped it lightly with his index finger. The glass cover shattered.

He took out the crude arc reactor that was inside. “This is yours; why are you asking me how it got here?”

Tony suddenly remembered and murmured, “I made this reactor in Afghanistan. I told Pepper to throw it away, but she turned it into a souvenir…”

Luke was amused. “Very good, Miss Potts saved you once more. She must be the embodiment of luck. You’re unlucky. Don’t let go of her.”

Tony’s heart ached again. He couldn’t help but think, Really? Am I really an unlucky b*stard? But in all my thirty years, I’ve never been as unlucky as in the last month.

At that moment, Luke had already put Tony on the workbench. He picked up a pair of tweezers from the workbench and pulled up Tony’s T-shirt again. “How do I stuff this in?”

Tony sobered up a little and explained how to install the reactor in simple terms.

Of course, Luke knew how to install it.

Although this simple reactor was quite different from a regular reactor, the basic structure and design were the same.

He connected the wires on the reactor to the bottom of Tony’s chest with tweezers and stuck the reactor in. The reactor lit up; it was clearly working.

Tony’s face was as white as paper. Clearly, the subsonic weapon had hurt him a lot.

“Alright, you won’t die for now. Do you need to call your private doctor? Hm, or call Miss Potts to take care of you?” Luke said casually.

Tony was reminded of Pepper. “I need to call Pepper and tell her to be careful of Obadiah.”

Thinking about how he had asked Pepper to steal the inventory list in the evening, he wanted to slap himself.

“Jarvis, contact Pepper immediately,” Tony said.

“Sir, the villa’s communication system is malfunctioning. I can’t contact Miss Potts.” Jarvis’s gentle voice immediately rang out in the basement.

Obadiah, who was an idiot, didn’t know that the mini EMP couldn’t shut Jarvis down.

For security reasons, the basement had a separate system, which was much better than the one above in the villa.

What Obadiah destroyed was only the surveillance cameras and electronic equipment in the villa, which prevented Tony and Jarvis from contacting each other.

Only then did Tony remember that Obadiah had destroyed all the electronic equipment in the villa with the mini EMP that he had invented.

He could only look at Charcoal Head expectantly. “Do you have a phone?”

Luke was lost for words. He took out a prepaid phone from his cloak. “The number.”

Tony: “…Jarvis, what’s Pepper’s number again?”

Jarvis immediately reported Pepper’s personal phone number.

This scumbag couldn’t even remember his secretary’s number? Luke secretly despised him. After dialing the number, he put it on speaker and placed the phone in Tony’s hand before he put his hand on his chest.

Tony was still too weak to make the call.

The call was picked up quickly, and Tony said, “Pepper, where are you? Obadiah just came to the villa to kill me and steal the arc reactor. You have to stay away from him.”

“What? When I downloaded the data just now, I found out that Obadiah was the one who planned the kidnapping, but I couldn’t get through to you.” Pepper was clearly alarmed. “I’m currently in a company lab in Section 16 with Strategic Homeland… with Agent Phil Coulson from whatever bureau. Obadiah made a metal suit here, and Agent Coulson came to arrest him.”

Tony was shocked. “Don’t go.”

Pepper said, “There are five of them, and they seem very professional.”

Tony said, “Obadiah probably took my reactor because he wants to put it in the suit. As long as he wears it, five agents won’t be able to deal with him.”

A man’s voice suddenly rang out next to Pepper. “Miss Potts, let’s move aside a little.”

Pepper hummed in acknowledgment and stopped talking for the time being.

Two seconds later, there was a bang from what sounded like a small explosion.

Tony hurriedly asked, “What happened? What happened?”

Pepper said, “Uh, Agent Coulson just blew up the door of the Section 16 lab with a small explosive device. They’re going in to arrest Obadiah.”

Tony: “WTF?!”

Luke was lost for words.

Why was Phil there? Luke cursed inwardly.

Phil’s voice came through the phone. “Miss Potts, you can go up first. Let us take care of this.”

Pepper nodded and walked to the door, not forgetting to remind Phil, “Tony said that Obadiah took a power source and probably installed it in the armor he made. You have to be careful.”

Phil smiled. “Don’t worry, Miss Potts. We’re professionals.” He then gestured at the agents.

The four agents who had come with him all took out their guns and started searching in pairs.

…

At the villa, Luke had just heard that Phil was there with the agents, and he had a bad feeling.

Most of the SHIELD agents who appeared at this moment were professional… extras!

Was Phil going to take the lead and become easy pickings?

“I’ll go first. Miss Potts might be in danger,” he said to Tony, his heart pounding.

Sweat broke out on Tony’s forehead as he shouted, “Wait, take me with you…” His voice was still weak.

Luke pretended not to hear him.

It was fine as long as Tony survived. He wasn’t the tycoon’s nanny.

Tony couldn’t see Luke anymore.

Gritting his teeth, he took a deep breath and said, “Jarvis, equip me with Mark 2.”

Jarvis said, “Sir, your body isn’t in the best condition to use the armor…”

“Dummy, help me up. I can still fight,” Tony growled as he tilted his head.

A robot immediately moved over and stopped next to the table.

Tony expended all his strength and got up from the table, putting his weight on the robot. “Yes, that’s it. Slow down, Dummy… Ah.”

Bang! He fell heavily to the floor, and gnashed his teeth as he looked at the robot. “I told you to take it slow. Sooner or later, I’ll dismantle you and throw you into the trash.”

Facing Tony, who was lying on the floor, the robot named Dummy didn’t seem to know what to do. The robotic arm hummed as it gestured above him.

Tony sighed in resignation and stopped throwing a tantrum. “Little idiot, come here. Hold my arm… gently, gently. Do you want to break my bones?”

Luke, who had just left the villa, flew toward Stark Tower at a high speed.

When he designed Batman’s armor, he hadn’t considered the problem of fast flight. The temporary external propulsion system could only reduce the impact of wind resistance during flight. Now that he was facing a headwind, his speed could only reach 123 kph.