Bring Dragon Ball to Marvel

"You don't have to worry about this. ."

Saint waved his hand and hugged Colleen Wen confidently: "Didn't I tell you? I started preparing for this day a long time ago."

"I don't."

Colleen Wen puffed up her cheeks slightly, and the word displeasure was almost written on her face: "Now, I can't even go to the charity center..."

Because Saint's identity was exposed, he was not the only one affected. Colleen Wynn, Lorna, and Peter, who were the people around him, were all spared. Compared to Lorna and Peter, who were just employees of the Chinese restaurant, , Colleen Wing, the boss lady, undoubtedly received the most attention, or in other words, was the most implicated by him...

"It's good to be a volunteer."

From the beginning of Saint's words, you can tell that he is purely paving the way for a turning point: "But you can't do this for the rest of your life, right? There are many ways to help people, let's just change it."

"That's easy to say, but you should tell me, I...eh?"

Colleen Winn blinked her eyes, and then reacted belatedly: "Us?"

"us."

Saint tightened his arms and brought Colleen Wen closer to him: "You and me."

"cut."

Colleen Wen was actually very moved, but on the surface she still looked dismissive: "Tell me, you, the hands-off shopkeeper, what kind of job do you want me to do for you?"

"Shelter."

"what?"

"We build a shelter."

"I heard it the first time! What does it mean?"

"Literally, a place where people are free from any threats, an area of ​​absolute safety."

"...You are saying that we provide a platform for people who are in danger to seek help."

"You can say that, but our main purpose is to create an absolute safe zone in this world full of dangers."

"...Sounds good. Where do you plan to build this 'safe zone'?"

"The abandoned factory area next to the highway originally belonged to Stark Industries."

"Stark do it with us too?"

"He basically just put his name on it and shared 40.00% of the shares."

"Share? We are non-profit, right?"

"Yes, you can think of this 40.00% as the proportion of our expenses that he has to pay."

"..."

……

That morning, in the northern suburbs of New York, at the highway entrance and exit.

This large industrial park of Stark Industries, which originally belonged to the "Weapons Manufacturing Department", has been in a state of abandonment since the "Iron Overlord Incident".

until today.

The top managers of Stark Industries, headed by Pepper Potts, all appeared in front of the park gate. Surrounded by them were the media from all walks of life. What they were attending was a large-scale news event. press conference.

What the mainstream media, represented by the New York Times, who came for Iron Man, completely failed to guess was that the protagonist of this press conference was not Stark Industries.

Amidst the surprised whispers, Saint, who maintained his original appearance, dressed in casual clothes that were no different from usual, strolled onto the makeshift podium.

Although Saint's true appearance was revealed just a few hours ago, all the reporters below, who were professional in media work, except for a few who were relatively blind, recognized him.

"Cough cough."

Saint cleared his throat in front of the microphone and politely said, "Hello, everyone."

The next moment, countless exclamations echoed around the podium.

In full view of the public, in front of multiple cameras, Saint's black hair automatically fluttered in the absence of wind. When the roots stood up, it had turned into a dazzling golden color. The pair of bright black eyes also turned into two groups of pure green.

When the golden flames followed, Saint entered the state of transformation in all directions. In a calm and unhurried tone, Saint calmly spoke into the microphone: "he golden boy."

After saying that, ignoring the crowd of reporters who were already excited below, Yin Saint raised an arm and grabbed it with five fingers.

In contrast to this action, a large piece of red cloth hanging next to the gate of the park fluttered in the air with tension, revealing the brand new sign that was hidden underneath.

Saint raised his right arm high, pointed at this huge golden line of text, and said sonorously into the microphone: "thisyer."

As soon as this statement came out, the reporters, who were already extremely excited, were all excited and rushed to ask questions one after another.

However, due to Saint's willful (fucked) character, he was not willing to pay attention to them. After simply issuing two statements, he disappeared directly from the podium under a shadow.

Reporters from all walks of life were stunned for a moment, and then they saw "Pepper Potts", the current CEO of Stark Industries, walking up to the podium with a look of helplessness: "I will answer everyone's questions next. Question, please keep..."

On the other side, Saint had returned to the second floor of Li's Chinese Restaurant. Before he could release his transformation state, Colleen Winn, who was sitting in front of the TV, complained: "Golden Shelter... How dare you More narcissistic?"

"..."

Saint silently shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he didn't want to say anything, and then walked to the edge of the balcony, lifted a corner of the curtains, and looked outside: "Are they all gone?"

"After discovering that you are no longer there, you will come back."

Of course Colleen Wen knew, because Saint was talking about the reporters squatting outside, not just at Li's Chinese Restaurant, but also at the entrance and exit of the building where her apartment was located, which had also been surrounded by paparazzi before.

“When are we moving to the shelter?”

Under the current circumstances, whether it is Saint's Li's Chinese Restaurant or Colleen Wing's apartment, it is obviously not suitable to continue living in it in a short period of time, unless Saint and Colleen Wynn , willing to endure a life of never peace...

"The internal facilities of the main building over there have basically been renovated, and you can move in at any time."

Saint waved his hand and opened a portal. The opposite side was Colleen Wing's apartment: "You go back and pack your luggage. We will move today."

"Okay, what are you going to do next?"

"I need to prepare a group of manpower first. There is no rush in terms of administration and logistics, but since it is called a shelter, wouldn't it be a joke if there are no security personnel?"

“Where do we recruit from?”

"Not hiring."

"what?"

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