In the following days, Du Mu acted as Tony's bodyguard, showing up punctually at his seaside mansion every day.
Initially, Tony was quite reluctant.
Until the day before yesterday, several stock investors, driven mad by the stock market crash, somehow managed to breach the mansion's basic security and directly stormed into the living room, brandishing cleavers and shouting that they wanted to chop off little Tony to make soup.
If Du Mu hadn't appeared like a divine soldier descending from the sky, subduing those madmen in no time, Tony would have almost become a Toni.
Since then, he completely settled down, even proactively suggesting he needed Du Mu's protection.
His life could be forfeit, but little Tony absolutely could not be harmed!
"Du Mu, I've already gotten the person out; you can continue with your undercover mission with peace of mind."
"Master, I've always trusted your judgment."
"My name is Coulson."
"Okay, Master, no problem, Master, goodbye, Master."
Du Mu decisively hung up Coulson's call.
Yes, those crazy stock investors were S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents Du Mu had invited for a friendly cameo.
Otherwise, how could ordinary people so easily break into a top billionaire's home?
Honestly, the acting of those S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents was indeed good; they almost scared Tony into having psychological trauma.
Du Mu even suspected that besides their S.H.I.E.L.D. salaries, they might have also done some part-time jobs, like being actors or extras.
At this moment, Du Mu was comfortably lounging on the luxurious sofa in the living room, which could double as a bed, with his legs crossed, one hand holding the remote to switch TV channels, and the other devouring a steaming hot pizza.
His posture was so leisurely that it was as if he were the Master of this mansion.
Tony had just finished debugging the Mark III in his underground lab and came up, smelling of oil and exhaustion, only to see this scene.
Especially when he saw that Du Mu was eating the pizza he had ordered, he was furious!
Was this a bodyguard or a grandmaster he had hired!?
"Give me a slice!"
Tony unceremoniously snatched a large slice from the pizza box in Du Mu's hand and took a big bite.
Du Mu didn't mind at all and instead asked curiously, "Is your battle suit ready?"
He knew that Tony had been in seclusion these past few days, dedicating all his attention to tinkering with the Mark III in the underground lab.
"Of course!"
Tony showed his characteristic confident smile, but then he recalled the thrilling incident from the day before yesterday and added with a hint of defiance, "If those lunatics hadn't suddenly burst in that day, not giving me time to put on my battle suit, how would it have been your turn to act?"
Du Mu chuckled, "Do you think you're invincible when you put on your battle suit? Who would be so kind as to wait for you to slowly transform before making a move?"
"I'll solve this problem very soon!"
Tony was momentarily speechless; although he felt Du Mu had a point, his genius pride made him stubbornly insist.
He quickly finished his pizza, wiped his hands, and his expression suddenly became serious: "By the way, I need your help with something."
"What is it?"
"Do you remember that batch of Stark Industries weapons I had you blow up in the Middle East?" Tony asked in a deep voice.
Du Mu nodded: "I remember. You ran so fast back then, your pants were almost falling off; it was hilarious."
Tony: "..."
He suppressed the urge to put the pizza box on Du Mu's head and continued, "I suspect someone within Stark Industries is colluding with Terrorists and secretly engaging in arms deals."
"I need you to go to the Stark Industries headquarters for me, infiltrate my office, and use this to hack into my personal computer's main unit to copy all recent weapon loading manifests."
With that, Tony handed Du Mu a small, silver USB drive.
[NPC Tony Stark has issued you a new mission]
[Mission: The Mole in Stark Industries]
[Objective: Infiltrate Stark Industries headquarters, hack into Tony Stark's exclusive computer, copy all recent weapon loading manifests, and deliver them to Tony Stark]
[Reward: 500 Experience Points, Tony Stark Favorability +10, Random Item * 1]
"Why don't you go yourself? Isn't that your territory?" Du Mu asked, puzzled.
Tony sighed helplessly: "Because I unilaterally announced the closure of the weapons division, which severely damaged the interests of the board of directors. They united and issued a ban, temporarily prohibiting me from entering the company headquarters to participate in any affairs. I can't even get past the main gate now."
"Then why don't you find your female assistant?"
"No, this mission is too dangerous. I'm afraid Potts will be targeted by the mastermind for retaliation. I can't let her take this risk."
Du Mu: "..."
So you're letting me take this risk, right?
...
New York, Stark Industries Headquarters Building.
Du Mu walked into the ground floor lobby and saw many employees in business attire passing by. Guards were stationed everywhere in the building, and the security measures were visibly strict.
Tony's office was on the top floor of the building, accessible only through a specialized access elevator.
Although Tony had given him an access card, how to reach the top floor directly via the elevator under everyone's gaze was still a problem.
"Too many people, it's not easy to make a move."
Du Mu looked at the bustling scene before him and temporarily suppressed a certain simple and crude idea.
"No choice, I can only use that."
Du Mu had a plan in mind. He turned and walked into the men's restroom on the ground floor, found a stall, locked the door, and then pulled out a flesh-colored hood from his game inventory.
[Item: Disguise Mask (Can mold any face. Once molded, it will be permanently fixed and cannot be remolded.)]
Du Mu put the disguise mask over his head. The mask felt cool to the touch and quickly conformed to his facial contours after touching his skin.
Soon, the surface of the mask rippled like water, gradually revealing a person's facial features.
This person was Stane, whom Du Mu had seen a few days ago!
Immediately after, Du Mu took out the bow-tie voice changer he had obtained some time ago and wore it on his collar.
"Perfect!"
Du Mu adjusted his appearance, pushed the door open with Stane's face, and walked out of the restroom.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Stane!"
Upon seeing Du Mu, passing employees stopped and respectfully greeted him.
It must be said, this feeling was indeed great.
Du Mu immediately adopted a boss-like demeanor, cleared his throat, and imitated Stane's voice with the bow-tie voice changer, saying, "Hello everyone, you've all worked hard!"
The employees were stunned.
Why did Stane feel a bit different today than usual?
They quickly replied, "Not hard, not hard at all."
Du Mu nodded: "Hmm, since it's not hard, everyone voluntarily stays for overtime today. I believe in your loyalty and enthusiasm for the company!"
The employees: "???"