Anna, the little girl who was in the middle of a fundraising campaign, looked at the changing expressions on Stark’s face in front of her—fear, anxiety, and gnashing of teeth—and didn’t know what to say.
Family?
My family is all on the farm in Kansas, okay?
And what danger could there be in this place?
In my opinion, it’s very safe, Tony…
Although there were a lot of complaints in her heart, Anna still had to calm Stark’s emotions and recover his intelligence as soon as possible, otherwise one person wanted to sell him things, and the other kept asking where her adults were…
this business couldn’t be done.
So Anna had to silently stand behind the small stall, trying hard to put on a serious expression.
Then put her hands on her hips.
Her little mouth pursed tightly.
She slowly floated into the air.
The cape behind her fluttered in the wind.
Hmm!
~ Now the scene is set!
Continuing.
Then, she continued to float upward.
Floating upward…
Hmm, a little higher…
Finally, she flew to a position a head taller than Stark on the ground…
She tried her best to use her ‘deep’ voice, and imagined herself as Director Nick Fury.
Then, Anna, hovering a head above Stark, put on the famous Nick Fury face toward the stunned Stark: “Tony Stark…
do you think you are the only Super Hero in the World?”
…
“Fine!
I take back my stupid question just now…
There is no Adult who brought you here.”
In the silent desert of Afghanistan, after another staring contest between the two, Stark finally spoke first.
“Then, Miss Super Hero, what are you doing here?”
Because he had already discovered that in this desert, apart from the tracks left by him and the brat in front of him, there were no traces of a third person at all.
However, this little’Super Hero’ had at least saved his life with that strange medicinal liquid just now.
To prevent danger from the Terrorists finding them, he still had to persuade her to go home as soon as possible.
“I set up a stall, so of course I am selling things…”
Seeing that Stark finally stopped dwelling on her family, Anna directly expressed her wish to do business as soon as possible.
“Who are you selling things to in this godforsaken place?”
“Selling to you, of course?”
Anna looked completely matter-of-fact, scoffing at Stark’s stupid question as if she were looking at an idiot.
However, after thinking about it, Anna kindly added another alternative for Tony regarding the customers at her little stall: “Or I could sell to the Terrorists coming from the valley to hunt you down; that would actually work too.”
Hmm!
~ No problem.
After all, the Ten Rings Gang’s territory in Afghanistan was quite large now, and their territory wasn’t just in one place in Afghanistan.
Although these Terrorists were definitely not as wealthy as Tony, they had been diligently doing bad things for so many years, so they actually still had some money in their hands.
Therefore, Anna was quite confident in their ability to pay.
If they didn’t pay, she would just rob them!
For a Transmigrator, what’s the big deal?
Doing it this way might even yield higher income…
So, Anna was actually not afraid of them welching on the debt at all.
…
Although Anna didn’t say it explicitly, Stark beside her hadn’t been knocked stupid by the fall after all, so he understood the implication behind her words.
So, after seeing the things on her little stall, Tony asked her: “Will you leave with me once you’ve sold your goods?”
Besides, he wasn’t a fool.
It seemed that if he didn’t deal with this little girl with Superpower in front of him, he wouldn’t be able to go anywhere.
However, Stark was overthinking it.
Even if he turned around and left right now, Anna would let him go.
The idea of ‘not being able to go anywhere’ didn’t exist.
After all, a bunch of big shots from the Marvel Universe were watching in the sky right now…
One has to pick the right time and place to do bad things, right?
Besides, she could also take the initiative to go to the Terrorists’ camp in the valley to make sales.
One had to know that the business ability of a Kryptonian was very strong; she wasn’t limited to just Stark as a customer.
However, if Stark bought everything on the stall, the little girl would actually be very happy.
Selling everything and then zooming home with a biu sound was much better than going to the Ten Rings Gang later to scavenge, wasn’t it?
“Name your price!”
“I’ll buy it all!!”
Although the tattered Stark’s face was still covered in grime, and his clothes and body had large patches of blood splattered from his fall from the sky, plus the oil stains and sweat accumulated from months in the Terrorists’ cave, this ‘Brother Sharp’-like image did not in the slightest diminish the aura of a rich tycoon that he had honed over decades of shopping, especially when swiping his card to pay.
“Hmm!
~ This is the famous Wang Zai Milk from where I’m from…”
Seeing that Stark had started to focus his attention on her little stall, Anna landed on the ground and used her little hands to push out the first item from the stall.
And to emphasize the value of this item, Anna said to Stark solemnly: “Our school only provides one box to each person every day!
It’s very precious, oh.
Milk is limited to one box, and when it’s gone, it’s gone…”
Although she was serious, making this box of milk sound like something very precious, Stark looked at the blue and white carton of unbranded pure milk pushed out by her chubby little hands and couldn’t help but feel that it looked like the ordinary lunch milk provided for free to students in some Kansas elementary school.
But whatever.
As the most famous and wealthiest rich tycoon in the United States, his Stark family had plenty of money.
And at a time like this, it wasn’t the time to dwell on that, right?
“Name your price!”
“I’ll buy it!”
“Ah Oh!
Ten thousand dollars…
Thanks for your patronage!”
The little girl pushed with her small hand, sliding that box of milk in front of Stark.
There was a great sense of joy in having made a deal.
…
…
Tony picked up the ‘Wang Zai Milk’ that had been pushed in front of him, looking it over back and forth, left and right.
Then he tore off the straw stuck to the box, inserted it into the box of sky-high-priced milk, and took a careful sip…
Confirmed!
This was just ordinary lunch milk, the kind provided for free in U.S.
elementary schools.
The taste hadn’t changed in decades…