Twelve hours later, Fléty understood why Miss Pepper left the Malibu House with a murderous look on her face.

Fléty, who had just woken up and was preparing breakfast, saw Miss Pepper storming into the Malibu House with the red-haired beauty and a bunch of people.

Pepper, who was wearing nine-centimeter high heels, looked like a queen. She raised her chin and commanded everyone, "You only have ten hours to set up the place. Now, get to work!"

Pepper had the highest authority in the Malibu House, second only to Tony. Unless Tony said no, she could even set up a nude house in the Malibu House.

Of course, Tony might welcome her with open arms.

Freddy received Jarvis's updated mission log and calmly watched as dozens of people spread out and began to transform the Malibu mansion into an incomparably hot birthday party venue that would ignite anyone who laid eyes on it.

She held a glass of freshly squeezed fruit juice and approached Natasha.

The red-haired beauty did not know that it was this little girl who had caused her to expose herself in front of Tony. She looked at her with a friendly smile and said, "Thank you."

"Boss is still resting. If you need any help, please let me know." Fléty opened her big round eyes and lied in broad daylight.

Last night's birthday dinner was a boost for the conceited Iron Man. The person who Fléty said was "resting" was in the studio in high spirits, studying his new baby reactor and the prototype of the Mark 6. If it weren't for the house's good soundproofing, they might have been able to hear the deafening rock music in the basement from the first floor.

"Of course."

Natasha shook open the list in the folder with one hand, and the densely written roll of paper fell to the ground. "These are the invitations and list of people I need to complete in the next four hours. In addition, I also need to decorate the house. Miss Pepper said that these tasks used to be prepared a month in advance."

Fléty suddenly understood how Pepper felt. Even the omnipotent Miss Pepper would want to crush Tony Stark's Iron Man suit with her high heels when she heard her boss say that she was going to hold a grand birthday party in 20 hours.

But who was Tony Stark? No one had the heart to disappoint him when he wanted something.

When night fell, the interior and exterior of the Malibu House changed. The lights, music, and ribbons turned the entire beach and the mansion into a sea of revelry. Countless bottles of alcohol flowed in like water, and luxury cars brought in Stark's guests one after another.

Fléty, who had been criticized by the boss, chose a small black dress with flower buds. Still stubbornly, she didn't show anything. She stood quietly on the small balcony on the second floor, looking down at the various beauties dancing to the DJ. Oh, she was the fifth one to throw her underwear on the DJ stage.

It was worth mentioning that the DJ tonight was the guest appearance of Iron Man. He happily threw a wink at the beauties who threw their underwear on the stage. He spun a few discs while rhythmically moving. From time to time, he would blast the wall or decorations with his palm, causing waves of cheers that got louder and louder.

"There's a listening device on the base of the blue glass mermaid."

There was no telling how many people had sneaked into the mansion and set up bugs and cameras in all sorts of unimaginable places. It must be noted that Tony Stark was always the darling of the press, and his armor was coveted by many parties.

Jarvis tightly sealed off the basement. Bucky, who couldn't appear in front of others, held a tablet and a stack of comics and guarded the basement door. Fléty wandered in the crowd, choosing the next target for Iron Man.

Iron Man, who had given up his music career at some point, walked into the crowd and took off a gauntlet for a red-haired beauty wearing a leopard-print camisole wrap dress.

"Don't be afraid. Give it a try."

Natasha had a charming and excited smile on her face. Following Tony's strength, she raised her arm and aimed with the flamethrower in her palm —

Bang!

The mermaid ornament shattered on the ground.

The surrounding beauties were all eager to be the one in Iron Man's arms, or the one in his bed tonight.

Fléty left Boss to the glamorous female agent and turned to meet Pepper, who had dressed up and was carrying a gift box.

"Miss Pepper?

If Boss receives your birthday gift again, he will be very happy. "

Fléty looked at Pepper, who was surprisingly calm, and didn't hesitate to boast for his boss to reduce his hatred.

Last night, Tony had received the Iron Man model made by Pepper herself and happily placed it on the display cabinet in his room.

Now, the shape of the gift box in Pepper's hand looked like it was filled with a brick.

Just as a certain beauty was about to take off her clothes and stuff herself into Iron Man's arms, the other protagonist in the script appeared as scheduled.

Roddy, who followed the script, easily used his one-second blackface stunt. When Tony tried to break-dance in the armor, he angrily interrupted him.

“Enough！”

Roddy organized the lines he had been thinking about all night and quickly argued with Tony, who was particularly arrogant today.

Tony Stark was originally an extremely proud son of God. When he deliberately played to the point of breaking through the sky, even the onlooker Bucky felt the itch to teach this bear Tony a lesson.

So when he saw Roddy coming down to "snatch" the Mark 2 battle suit, he greeted him in a friendly manner.

"Don't worry, it's okay."

Roddy: …

"Sergeant Barnes, don't worry, I will spare no effort to beat this bear Tony into a little angel."

Jarvis guided Roddy to quickly put on the armor. "Mr. Roddy, the activation password of Mark 2 is the same as your password. After you take the armor, I will withdraw the operating system. I hope you have a good time."

"Before that, we have to finish the plot."

Roddy, who had chatted with Tony for half the night last night, familiarized himself with the feeling of being surrounded by armor. He said valiantly, "Okay, now let's go beat Tony up!"

Jarvis silently withdrew from the system and did not remind Roddy. Mark 2 was not equipped with any weapons and was at least ten orders of magnitude behind Mark 5's adaptive intelligence mode.

Then, he connected the two armors to the communication system.

Iron Man, who was sent flying by the barbell, brought along a row of champagne glasses with him. When he got up from behind the marble bar counter, he was dumbfounded. "Roddy!

Brother!

This is not the script we discussed! "

"Since you're going to act, let's do the whole thing."

The officer under the silver helmet guided him patiently. "The Department of Defense and the military are here tonight. It's the beauty who blew you a kiss and the one who danced with you. Come, it's time for you to show off your acting skills."

Tony Stark, who had always lived a carefree life and did not need to care about other people's feelings, was about to blurt out a "Beep —" when he did not notice the crystal chandelier on his head.

Crash — The chandelier smashed Iron Man into the floor, creating a human-shaped crater.

Tony, who was furious, flipped over the remains of the chandelier on his body. The military, right? Fine, I will now put on a full fight with my brother for you to enjoy.

The next scene was a little out of control. The Malibu House, which was made of real gold and silver, gradually turned into ruins under the efforts of the two armors. The innocent bystanders scattered and looked at the two armors as if they were looking at two lunatics.

The two sets of armor, one gold red and one silver, quickly clashed into a pile, throwing all the items they could get their hands on at the other's body.

Pepper's brick played a huge role. Tony swung his hand, and Roddy dodged it. The innocent decorative column was broken into two pieces on the spot.

"Tony!" Roddy stared at the cement on the ground. "Go easy on him!"

"That's not what you said just now!" Tony rushed forward and hugged Mark 2's waist, trying to throw him to the ground.

Jarvis and Fléty could not bear to watch.

A fragile five piece of trash who did not use the advantage of his armor to attack from afar and instead fought in close combat with a well-trained soldier. Are you serious?

"Brother, you have to upgrade the tactical analysis system that comes with the armor."

"Currently, Mark 5 is not equipped with the tactical analysis system. I suggest that Sir install it on Mark 6." Jarvis put the suggestion at the top of the memo.

"I think I need to give Tony a fighting lesson." Bucky commented in the basement with relish. "Sweep his lower body with your right fist. Yes!

Elbow. "

Fléty was speechless. He turned around and planned to go to the kitchen outside the war zone. "I'll go prepare chips and soda for Mr. Barnes and Miss Pepper."

"Sir has restricted Mr. Barnes's dessert. You can change the soda to carrot and cucumber juice."