Druid of Marvel

Chapter 56: Stark’s Gift

An old Ford pickup truck drove into the wealthy area of ​​Long Island, New York.

There were not many cars on the road, but all the cars that passed Alvin honked their horns to greet him. This left Alvin scratching his head a little.

Ginny sitting in the front passenger seat was humming softly to the car stereo.
The little girl’s voice was very nice, although she couldn’t remember the lyrics. But if the tune could be hummed correctly, it was fine.

Alvin fondly rubbed Ginny’s little head, and her fluffy hair was a little messy. But little girl Ginny didn’t care at all, she pushed the hair on her face to both sides with her little hands and gave Alvin an extremely warm and sweet smile.

The car drove through a deserted tree-lined path and stopped at the gate of a manor.
Before Alvin could contact Stark, the iron gate at the front opened automatically.

Alvin followed the road in the manor and drove for another five minutes before stopping in front of an ancient building.

Stark and Pepper were already waiting for Alvin at the bottom of the steps.

Alvin stopped the car, walked around the front of the car, and opened the door for Ginny. The little girl in overalls jumped off the seat. Holding Alvin’s right hand with both hands, she leaned back forcefully.

Alvin used his right hand to lift Ginny up and she swayed in mid-air.
The little girl gave a silver bell-like laughter and called out, “Dad, higher.”

Alvin heard Ginny’s cry and threw his right hand forcefully.
Little Ginny screamed and flew into the sky, and was hugged by Alvin. The little girl excitedly raised her hands and rubbed her father’s face, making a laugh and giggling.

Stark and Pepper led a big dog and greeted them with envy in his eyes.

Far away, Stark kicked the big dog and issued commands from time to time, wanting the big dog to be more aggressive and give Alvin a slap in the face.

It was a pity that today this Caucasian Shepherd, which was famous for its ferocity, had completely lost its prestige of the past.

Stark tried a few times, but the big dog still didn’t obey the command. What kind of shit did he buy?

Happy rubbed his bitten buttocks and decided not to move forward.
Every time he saw Alvin, there was nothing good in store for him.

Alvin reached out and touched it, dragged Stark and the big dog in front of him, and said with a smile, “Mr.
Stark’s welcome is really special, next time I will also let Thor and Dom be this warm to you.”

Stark smiled indifferently, turned back into the arrogant bastard who made people want to beat him, and said, “Dude, welcome to my home, Stark Manor.”

Then he looked at the old pickup that Alvin drove, and said sarcastically, “How did you drive this old antique to the street? The only place it should be is a museum.
Dude, it may be older than you.”

Alvin shrugged noncommittally and said, “I thought it was very popular.
Many people on the road saw it and were very enthusiastic.” Then he put down Ginny, the little girl who had no resistance to the big dog and struggled to come down and follow the big dog to play with.

Stark pouted and said: “They think you are the kind of rich man who likes to collect rubbish.
Oh, look at this iron lump, it really shouldn’t appear in my manor, it will bring down the grade of the manor.” He waved and motioned for Alvin to follow, “Maybe when you leave, you can pick a real car from my garage.
I’ll give it to you.”

Resisting the urge to flatten Stark’s nose with a punch, Alvin said, “Then you called me here today to give Ginny a big dog as a gift?” After speaking, looking at Ginny, the little girl hugged the big dog’s neck and wrestled.

The empathetic Pepper indicated that she would take care of Ginny, leaving Alvin and Stark to do their own thing.

Stark glanced angrily at the unsatisfactory big dog and said, “I called you here to give you a gift, and there is something I want you to give me advice on!” With a smug smile on his face, He led Alvin into the basement of the manor.

In front of the basement door, Stark said proudly: “Although it’s a little rude, I think you must want to see the gift first.”

After Stark finished speaking, he put his hand on the door.
This wooden door, which looked a bit historical, flashed a blue light in a sci-fi manner and scanned Stark’s palm. A nice male electronic synth voice came, “Hello, Mr.
Stark.” The door automatically slid open to both sides.

Walking into the door, from Alvin’s point of view, this was a futuristic machinery factory.
He couldn’t understand the machines and looked at the very powerful robotic arms filling the basement.

A large piece of white cloth was covering a big guy, and Alvin guessed that this was what Stark wanted him to see.

Sure enough, Stark walked quickly to the big guy, holding the white cloth in his hand, and said, “Dude, come and see, the greatest invention of this century, a gift for you.” After speaking, he pulled the white cloth away, revealing the big guy inside.

Alvin looked at the humanoid armor presented in front of him and sighed in his heart that geniuses were indeed different from ordinary people.
In just a few days, Stark upgraded and re-built the mecha made in the black prison of Afghanistan and made it more perfect.

At a height of 2.5 meters, the original terrifying mechanical skeleton was replaced with better materials, a little more slender, but more technological, the connections were not the kind of rough metal joints, but Alvin couldn’t understand it at all, neither material nor structure, it was very high-tech.

The cold gray shell had been painted, with sharp edges and corners.
Stark generously sprayed the shell of this mecha with ink-like colors, making this mecha look like a soldier who had just returned from a battlefield filled with gunpowder smoke, looking like it was covered in gunpowder smoke.

Alvin looked at this masterpiece of modern science and technology with admiration, with a skull-shaped helmet and a sturdy and powerful appearance, plus a giant ax at its feet. It was entirely possible to give it a “fierce” and “violent” label.

This was a mecha that existed for combat, and it should not appear anywhere other than the battlefield.

Alvin looked at the killing machine in amazement, looked at Stark, and said, “Dude, don’t tell me, this is what you said was the gift?”

Stark looked smug, and Alvin’s shocked expression finally made him regain his confidence in front of Alvin.

Stark laughed and said, “Buddy, yes, this is the genius Mr.
Stark’s gift for you, I believe you must like it very much.”

Alvin stepped forward, touched the cold mecha, and felt the terrifying aura it radiated from the inside out. Looking back at Stark, he said, “Why? Do you want to pursue me?”

Stark jumped back in horror.