Chapter 683 Encountering Legilimency, the Disabled Old Man at the Ball (1/2)

Chapter 683 Encountering Legilimency, a disabled old man at the ball

"Remember, the main sensor failed a little above 40,000 feet, and there was also a problem with the shell pressurization. I think it might be caused by ice." Tony said in the studio facing the data panel that almost surrounded him.

"Your observation is very sharp, sir.

If you intend to enter space, you must improve the shell material." Artificial Intelligence Jarvis said.

"Contact Cisco and ask them to reselect the shell material and change it to the gold-titanium alloy used by the Seraph tactical satellite.

It can meet the integration requirements and maintain its power-to-weight ratio. Do you understand?"

"Understood, sir.

Do you want to display the graphics according to the required specifications?"

"Okay."

While Friday generated graphics on the screen, today's news was played on the TV.

"Tonight is bright and lively.

Tony Stark's third annual charity ball for the Firefighters Family Foundation was held grandly, with the elites of the upper class gathering together, and a star-studded cast..."

"Jarvis, have we received an invitation?"

"No invitation record, sir."

Tony curled his lips as he looked at the news. This news was really interesting. He didn't even know that he had held a ball.

It seems necessary to show up in front of the public once, otherwise the rumor that he suffers from post-concussion syndrome will be confirmed.

"The rendering is complete, sir."

Tony looked at the screen and saw a set of pure gold Mark III armor. "Isn't this color too dazzling?"

"It's my fault. You have always been low-key and simple."

Tony took a sip of coffee and inadvertently glanced at the sports car with Hellfire colors. "How about this, add some red of the sports car."

"Okay, it matches your low-key image.

The coloring has been completed."

As soon as the voice fell, the Mark III armor on the screen turned red and gold.

The color is still dazzling, but much more plain than pure gold.

"That's much better, assemble and paint."

"It is expected to be assembled in five hours."

Stark looked at his watch and found that he had time to attend the ball.

"By the way, please contact Gaius for me."

"Okay, sir."

......

"Hello! Hello, Gaius Pepsi."

"It's me."

"Stark?" Aaron raised his eyebrows, "You are in trouble in just two days? Have you prepared tens of millions of orders?"

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, I don't have any trouble at the moment.

Stark held a charity ball, maybe you will be lucky enough to attend."

"No." Aaron refused bluntly, "I am still preparing for the opening and promotion of the store, so I don't have time for the time being."

"Are you still preparing?"

"Thanks to the money you supported, I can expand the store a little and do some fine decoration.

Music performance, surgical anesthesia, psychological counseling and so on, these businesses will be opened soon."

"There are quite a lot of things." Stark said with some surprise.

"Thank you for the compliment."

"Then you really have to consider attending the ball. Many upper-class people will go there.

You can hand out business cards, maybe it will help your publicity."

"Upper-class people?" Aaron knocked on the newly bought piano, and said after a moment of silence, "Where exactly is it?"

"It's on the news. If necessary, I can ask Happy to pick you up."

"No need, I'll get there in time." Aaron hung up the phone and added silently in his heart, "But it's not for publicity."

So far, his understanding of this world is still very one-sided.

On the one hand, he is busy preparing for his own career, and on the other hand, he has set up a persona for himself and will not easily expose his magical abilities.

These days, he has only figured out one thing, that Hell's Kitchen is a little more chaotic than he thought.

When he was walking and strolling at night, he actually saw a blind man fighting with three gang members. What's more outrageous is that the blind man actually won.

He is sure that the blind man's senses other than his eyes are very sharp, and he may not be much worse than him. Fortunately, he should not have discovered him.

Tony Stark's invitation to the ball was a good opportunity for him. It might be easier for him to understand the world by contacting people in the upper class.

Even if there was no gain, it didn't matter. He wouldn't lose anything.

He turned on the TV and found the venue of the ball on Channel 3.

"Upper class?" Aaron murmured, and passed through a magic circle. His casual clothes turned into an exquisite suit dress. "Is this okay?"

"Roar!" Abe raised his paw and showed his presence. "Master, are you going out?"

"I guess so!"

"I'm going too."

"No, it would be too conspicuous to take you there.

Stay at home. Life is a little more ordinary now, but cherish it. Once trouble comes, it will be hard to stop." Aaron patted its head, fed Fox a chocolate cicada, and then walked out.

Riding the modified motorcycle, he rushed all the way and arrived at the ball more than an hour later.

"Aaron." Tony just drove over. "You're a little faster than I thought."

"Uh... I was nearby when you called me."

"Really?"

"What else?" Aaron asked confidently, "I can't ride a motorcycle several times faster than your sports car, can I?"

"That's true." Tony shrugged, "Let's go, I'll show you the world."

"No need, it's not like I haven't attended a dance before." Aaron waved his hand, and silently complained in his heart: Following your theme, it's hard not to attract attention.

The two stepped on the red carpet, and Tony's every step was accompanied by flashes and screams. The arrival of the host seemed to add a bit of vitality to the banquet.

Aaron decisively separated from him halfway, and walked into the hall while he was talking to his uncle Obadiah.

He casually ordered a glass of tequila at the bar, and then he sat alone on a chair, silently admiring other people dancing.

The people in the upper class seemed to be no different. At least in his sight, everyone was very ordinary, and there was no such "special" person.

"It's not in vain, at least I can drink a glass of wine." Aaron chuckled and shook his head, but at the moment his lips touched the cup, his fingers paused for a moment involuntarily.

Gulp!

Aaron swallowed his saliva and drank the wine in the cup as if nothing had happened.

Just now, he felt that someone was reading his thoughts, but he learned the brain occlusion well and used ordinary thoughts to deceive this round of "Legitimate Mind".

This time it was really not in vain, such a superpower existed in an ordinary charity party.

This person's telepathic ability is not ordinary. He can easily invade other people's brains and even directly control others.

However, this practice is really rude.

Aaron's mouth corners raised slightly, and he looked at the people in the party meaningfully.

That person is among them. It may not be easy to find him without magic, but he still has some confidence in his ability to read people's expressions.

At the same time, a woman in a red dress handed a glass of wine to a bald old man in a wheelchair.

"Qin, are you sure you didn't sense it wrong?"

"Professor, I'm very sure." Qin said seriously, "I really felt a familiar and friendly breath from that boy.

I don't know how to describe it, but... it's as if he is one of my kind."

"One of my kind?" The old man frowned slightly, "Is that why you beg me to explore his mind?"

"Professor, my telepathy is not as strong as yours."

"You are still young and need practice." The old man comforted kindly, "But it is really rude to break into someone else's brain without permission."

"That's why I beg you, you Isn't he more sensible than me?"

"From this perspective, you may be right."

"Is he?"

"No, he's not." The old man shook his head, "I don't feel the X gene in him, he's not a mutant."

"That's impossible." Qin said in disbelief, "I've never felt a similar breath."

"Hmm..." The old man hesitated for a moment, looking at his student gently, "Is there such a possibility? Do you want to find a boyfriend?"

"Professor." Qin rolled her eyes, "This joke is not funny at all."

The old man didn't comment, he was also young and knew what adolescence was.

That boy is indeed very handsome, and he is as handsome as he was when he was young. It is natural for him to attract girls, but...

"Qin, I shouldn't interfere with your private affairs.

But if you really like him, I suggest you think about it again.

You have good taste from the appearance, but the inner..."

"Professor, I emphasize again, it is not what you understand." Qin interrupted unhappily, "I don't even know him.

Wait, what do you mean by that?"

"I just explored his mind and inevitably knew what he was thinking.

It's really not in vain tonight...those girls are so damn hot."

Qin:......

"Actually, I can understand that young people have this idea." The old man smiled far-fetchedly, "but this also proves that he is not as mature as he looks."

"Professor, I really don't mean that."

"I believe it."

Qin smiled bitterly and pushed the wheelchair slowly and casually, "Professor, why do you want to attend this charity party? Shouldn't we keep a low profile?" The old man was silent for a while, with wisdom in his eyes. "Mutants are not well known now, but there are actually many people who know us, but they and we have tacitly chosen to conceal it. We are not prepared, and neither are they, but sooner or later we will be exposed to the public. Keeping a low profile is not a solution to the problem for us, but a way to avoid the problem. As for why you attend this kind of party, just think of it as preparing for the future, looking for people who may support us and have a certain influence." Qin nodded thoughtfully, "Thank you for your hard work, professor." "This is my responsibility." At the same time, Aaron's sight moved little by little, and soon he found the old man sitting in the wheelchair and the woman pushing the wheelchair. It must be them, no, although it could be someone else, but these two are definitely not ordinary people.

Although the old man's legs were disabled, he was so familiar with this look, it was simply a replica of Gandalf and Dumbledore.

No wonder the ancestors left a warning, don't deal with the elderly, it's better to stay away from such people.

As for the woman in the red dress... Aaron admitted that she was beautiful, but his instinct told him that this woman was very dangerous.

It seemed that there was a volcano buried in her body. Once it erupted completely, the power released was enough to destroy everything.

"Hiss! Don't mess with women and old people.

Before you have enough power, you should maintain your current personality." Aaron thought secretly, and poured himself another glass of wine to calm himself down.

"Gaius, I didn't expect to see you here."

Puff!

Aaron couldn't help but spit out the wine in his mouth, because the person who said this was an agent, Phil Coulson.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

"Uh... It's okay." Coulson said casually, "I heard that you recently opened a store in Hell's Kitchen."

"Not yet! I guess it will take some time before it can be officially opened."

"Gaius's Pepsi." Coulson asked with interest, "What does it do specifically?"

"Is this considered an agent's interrogation?"

"No, it's just my personal curiosity."

'I don't believe it! 'Aaron complained in his heart, but his face showed no abnormality, "I am the boss of my shop, I can do whatever I can do."

"For example?"

Aaron counted his fingers seriously, "catering, convalescence, medicine, weapon modification, astrology, psychological counseling, etc., I can do all of these."

Coleson blinked, "I can understand the others, but weapon modification..."

"I know my limits, my work will be within the scope permitted by the law, and this is just my current idea, and I haven't put it into action yet."

"What about astrology?"

"I have been interested in divination since I was a child. Predicting the future is really cool, isn't it?

I officially came into contact with divination when I was thirteen years old, although the results of divination were very different from what I expected, and the accuracy could not be guaranteed.

But who can tell whether to believe or not in such things?"

"I wonder if I will be lucky enough to experience it." Coulson smiled kindly, "Can you please do divination for me once?"

"This...I'm afraid not." Aaron said embarrassedly.

"It doesn't matter if it's not accurate."

"No, Mr. Coulson, you misunderstood.

I need tools for divination, but I don't have them with me now."

"Crystal ball?"

"How do you know?"

"Guessed." Coulson said without blushing. Surveillance is not easy to talk about!

"Mr. Coulson, I suddenly found that you also have the potential for divination!" Aaron said half-jokingly, and then changed the subject, "But even if I have a crystal ball, I can't tell fortunes for you, because one of my principles is to get paid for doing things."