After experiencing so many things, Michael, Wanda, and others actually have a considerable understanding of Tony Stark. Tony is essentially a person who uses his own hands to create the future. Everything he has is created by himself. Even if he deprived of his identity of "Son of Howard" will not affect his current positioning at all.

The only thing he fears is that he is just a machine after all, an "iron man". Once he crosses this threshold and realizes his positioning and the value of the existence of Iron Man, he will no longer be confused.

"Thank you." Tony said to Wanda seriously, "and I'm sorry. Maybe you've figured it out long ago, but what you said means very much to me."

Wanda waved his hand and signaled no. To be honest, she had never thought before that one day she would look into Stark's eyes and tell him in person that he could let go of that heavy past.

But now, the past is no longer as important as that. As the person she most important told her, instead of sticking to the past, it is better to focus on the future...

Her eyes subconsciously turned to Michael again, and she couldn't help but smile.

"Sir, I noticed that we are not on the way back to Earth now." Shirley studied the interstellar map suspended in front of her and turned her head in confusion. "If this continues, we will enter the next wormhole jump within a few minutes. The expected landing target is... a transit planet deep in the Milky Way?"

"Yes, I'm not wrong, Shirley." Michael locked in a certain direction she pointed out and said lightly, "I asked a little in Voldi     Tear, Queen Hitia pointed me in the direction - it was a inferior planet called 'Pustules of Hope', and that was our goal."

"A low-class planet, called 'Pustules of Hope'?" Tony lifted his chin. "If someone told me that they had no irony when they named the planet, then I would bet on the spot with them a million dollars. So what are we going there?"

"You guys? It's nothing. 'Pustules of Hope' is an interstellar transit station, which should have many alien races from all over the Milky Way. After landing later, you can go down and take a walk. Maybe you can bring some local specialties back to Earth. As for me..."

Michael paused.

"...I have to find someone there."

***

More than an hour later, hope for the pustules.

Before embarking on this journey, Wanda had various fantasies about "outer space", especially about alien civilizations and cities. She had imagined whether there would be any "economic difficulties" in the vast universe, just like the slums on the earth.

Then now she found out, it turned out that there was.

The Pustules of Hope is such a place. The building materials, technology and style here are completely different from those on the earth. The streets and alleys are not white yellow or black-skinned humans, but human-shaped kangaroos, lions and octopus. But putting aside these racial differences and regional differences, this place is actually no different from the slums on the earth.

A broken alley with pollutant liquid piled up all over the ground, where the largest bar on the asteroid is located.

boom!

A five-meter-thick super reinforced door panel was overwhelmed by the burden and fell down with a heavy cry. An alien, who was eight meters tall, knocked open the door panel and fell heavily to the ground. His four eyes were closed in pain, and his mouth was constantly spraying water like a fountain. This state is probably equivalent to the "foaming of mouth" of humans.

The most famous bounty hunter in the entire area, the huge robot "Head of Death", is sitting in front of the bar now, holding an extra-large wine glass in one hand and holding a smoking laser pistol in the other, looking quite as cool as a Western cowboy.

Although his fame is already great enough to shock most of the bad guys in this area, there are still some idiots who think they can gain fame and status by defeating him. This is really wrong. Is this the first self-righteous idiot ever eaten by Death? He doesn't think it will be the last one.

"Boss." He put away his pistol and shook the drunk cup, "One more."

"It's very comfortable. It seems that I made a lot of money in the last order?"

The voice sounded from the side. The head of Death turned his head and found that the Black Knight - the warrior from Earth - had sat next to him at some point, and his movements were naturally like an old friend who came to drink with him.

The head of death cursed in his stomach that he was unlucky.

"Congratulations." The head of death said while taking the wine glass handed by the boss, "Although I knew that people like you would definitely have a way. You have gotten rid of the recording robot of the Luo Mulun man? I guess, he has become a ball of scrap iron, right?"

"No. But we did reach a consensus that he parted ways with us and went on to carry out his recording mission," Michael said.

"Oh?" The head of death was a little surprised. After he accepted the employment to trick the Black Knight to 451, he thought that both sides would kill him.

Well, to be honest, he didn't think Michael still had a chance to seek revenge on him before. He thought Michael would either die or become a puppet of 451 - although he didn't know what 451 wanted to capture the Black Knight to do.

The leader of Death quickly recalled the rumors about the Black Knight, and then weighed his own weight, guessing that this might be a tough battle.

He took a big sip of alien wine.

"Well... well, although I think you should understand this, I still have to emphasize it," said the bounty hunter. "What happened before was just a deal. I took the commission and I did it. I lied to you, but it was not out of personal grudges... it was just a deal, that's all."

Michael shrugged his shoulders.

"Of course, I understand." He said, pausing, "In fact, thanks to you, I have gained a lot of benefits. For example, the technology and knowledge left over from a lost super race are priceless."

"Oh? You got the Luo Mulun people... Ha, that's really a congratulations." The head of death was surprised, "You know that many people want to get these, but this is an opportunity that can't be asked for. So you should thank me."

"Yes, I think so. That's why I invited this glass of wine."

Michael said, throwing two hard green metal pieces on the table - that's the common currency in this area.

The head of death did not reach out to pick it up, but only looked at the two coins, and his eyes flashed slightly for a while.

Then he suddenly shook his cup and pointed the gun at Michael beside him.

But he was still one step late - the pulse beam hit his chest before he took action, and the bounty hunter flew across the entire bar in a mess, and happened to fall on the alien he had thrown out before.

Michael walked out slowly.

"You are a businessman, the leader of death," he said slowly, "so I think you should understand how the accounts are settled."
Chapter completed!