After a long silence, Donnie once again sharpened his knife and planned to do something.

Counting on his fingers, he could have three Infinity Stones at any time as long as he wanted, and the location of the other three Infinity Stones, Donnie also knew in his heart, if he really wanted to take it, it would take a little time at most...... Oh, and the Pit Daddy's Soul Gems are not included.

In the treasury of Asgard, there is also the Infinity Gauntlet of the right hand.

But, some things are not so simple.

"I don't know if the seventh self gem is in Tony Stark's head......" Donnie inevitably had a headache when he thought about it.

The Self Gem, unlike the other six gems and only one in the universe, is the true core of the Infinity Stone, the key to awakening the Nemesis.

Self Gems + Six Normal Gems = Nemesis.

In the comics of the previous life, the self gem existed in Tony's head, but in this world, the ghost knows which universe is Tony Stark.

Moreover, Nemesis is the creator of all Infinity Stones, and all Infinity Stones are just a little bit of Nemesis's power aggregate.

Donnie is also somewhat worried, even if he really collects all six gems, what if the ego gem is really in Tony's head in this universe?

As soon as the seven gems get closer, they can summon the dragon...... Ah, it's Nemesis, maybe the first thing that woman did when she woke up was to destroy a few universes to celebrate.

Even if Donnie had a spark source, he would have to kneel on the spot.

"Trouble~" Donnie stretched and lay lazily on the lawn of the manor, putting on sunglasses and sunbathing.

Next to him, Criptow, also wearing sunglasses, was lying on the ground like a dog, revealing his white belly, and from time to time he picked up a drink and took a beautiful sip.

"Wangcai, if you sleep in addition to eating, you will become a pig sooner or later." Donnie tilted his head and said sarcastically.

"Wang!"

Cripto gave Donnie a disdainful look, full of disdain, and continued to bask in the sun.

Donnie looked at this harmless little white dog with his spare eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a little envious in his heart. Since coming to Earth, this little white dog has followed Wanda and basked in the sun for so long, and the energy stored in its body is simply terrifying.

The genes of the Kryptonians are really fascinating, but the racial flaws are too obvious.

Donnie turned over comfortably, a rare peace that should be cherished. It won't be long before he dies of busyness, and the earth will become more and more lively.

The heavy body left unsightly marks on the neat lawn, which was extremely dazzling.

"My lord, I'll be scolded to death by the old bartender."

A lawn care employee not far away struggled for a long time before cautiously running over and reminding.

He is also a reformed super soldier and is now an ordinary employee of the Tang Manor. As long as reality requires it, he and many of his kind will be transformed into killing machines.

"It's okay, just let him scold me." Donnie waved his hand.

The employee smiled wryly, but didn't dare to say anything, and glanced at the legendary Donnie with awe, and then at Criptow with a fearful and jealous look.

This guy once teased Cripto, and then was chased and bitten miserably, and every day he was in a tattered outfit.

Strength, speed, fighting, and toughness like he was all abused by this little white dog.

He is very helpless, he is strong, in this huge manor, he suddenly became the bottom of the food chain, and he can only bully ants and cockroaches when he has nothing to do......

……

The old bartender drove a yellow sports car and was speeding down the road. To be precise, it was he who sat in the driver's seat, and the yellow sports car moved forward on its own.

This is a very eye-catching sports car, passing by, the return rate is 100%, ushering in the admiration and envy of many people.

The beautiful arc full of artistic sense combines structure and aesthetics to the extreme, and even a glance at it is a spiritual pleasure.

The swift yet agile and elegant drive indicates that the car has a powerful engine and transmission.

At the front of the car, a gray face-like logo is very eye-catching, making people speculate which company developed the new car, and even many rich people are gearing up to win the new sports car as soon as possible.

A young police officer angrily stopped the yellow sports car driving at high speed, and a ticket was issued on the spot.

"Take your driver's license out, you're speeding! This is endangering the lives and property of others...... Face logo, which company produced the sports car, how is it not recorded? Are you driving a modified car on the road? This is a sentence! The policeman shouted.

The guy sitting in the driver's seat was old, with gray hair, wrinkles on his face, a face of vicissitudes and a twilight that could not be concealed, and he was lifeless.

Hearing the policeman's questioning, he raised his head and didn't say anything, just threw out a document casually, shocked the police, and walked away. He never put his hands on the steering wheel the whole time.

"Why don't you stop him?" Another policeman ran up and questioned him.

"I can't stop it, that guy has the high-level credentials of the Tianyan Society and S.H.I.E.L.D., not to mention speeding, even if he blatantly blew up a street, we don't have the right to stop him." The young policeman grimaced.

……

Amid the speculation and envy of countless people, the sports car finally arrived at Stark Tower.

Tony, who had a coquettish face, habitually raised one eyebrow to the side, giving people an unruly feeling, waited for the yellow sports car to stop, and then opened the door very casually.

"Old fellow, your nose is so sensitive, I just said I wanted to open a good bottle of wine, and you came." Tony touched the beard on his chin, pricked his hands a little, and said with a smile.

"Hmph, I knew you were shamefully hiding smuggling." The old bartender got out of the car with some difficulty, and patted the roof of the yellow sports car as if complimentingly, "It's not just me today, this old fellow has to drink a little - bumblebee, you must have never drunk, come, today I will teach you to drink, and I will teach you to taste wine!" ”

The yellow sports car suddenly began to deform, and under the stunned gaze of countless people, it turned into a robot.

The eyes kept turning, and from the mouth, a strange sound came out, like a person whose throat was choked on, and could only make a simple muffled sound.

"He wasn't born long ago, and he's still getting used to the sounder." The old bartender explained, and ran into the building, greeted Jarvis, and skilfully stepped into the elevator.

Tony glanced at Bumblebee with interest, but didn't pay much attention to it, he often dealt with artificial intelligence, and at the moment he just thought that this "bumblebee" was the artificial intelligence of the old bartender - his intelligent butler was the world's top artificial intelligence, of course, he was not very interested in an artificial intelligence that couldn't even speak.

He followed, looking at the old bartender's back, but frowned without a trace. In his ears, Jarvis was reporting to him.

"His physical performance has deteriorated so dramatically that he can't last long, and the old injuries are also draining his little energy."

Tony's brow furrowed, but he quickly let go, put his smile back on, and quickly followed. The situation of the old bartender, he knows it, and he knows the choice of the old bartender, and he can't interfere.

The free choice is also the greatest respect for an old fighter.

Behind them, Bumblebee gestured the height of the gate to his own, grabbed his head humanely, seemed to have a headache, muttered to himself for a while, and then transformed into a sports car and drove into the building.