Marvel: I Can Summon

Certainly! Here is the improved translation with the name changes:

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"Without me, the stock price of Stark Industries would have plummeted," Tony said proudly. He didn't care that it was his own stock that fell because he knew that as long as he appeared, it was only a matter of time before the stock price rose again.

"Definitely, as of yesterday, it fell 45%," Kyle said.

"What about you? How much did you earn? One million, or two million?" Tony asked casually, not expecting Kyle to have earned much.

"I used 500 million with ten times financial leverage."

Kyle didn't directly tell Tony how much he earned but mentioned the figures casually.

Tony's expression froze instantly...

After a while, he said, "It seems you've made a lot of money, but is the salary of FBI agents so high now? How could you take out 500 million?"

"I borrowed it."

"Good luck, man. If you hadn't rescued me, I would have suspected it was you who kidnapped me. But now that I'm back, you can sell your shorted stocks as soon as possible and then buy them again for another big profit," Tony said.

Tony never mentioned hiring Kyle as a bodyguard again. Although he is very rich, he isn't rich enough to hire a billionaire with a net worth of several billion USD to be his bodyguard.

Kyle smiled and didn't answer. He would definitely buy Stark Industries stock, but not now.

Next, while waiting for rescue, Tony was not idle either.

Looking at the weapons with the "Stark Industries" logo printed on the camp, his face darkened.

He made a makeshift detonator and blew the entire camp sky-high.

Two hours later, rescuers still hadn't arrived.

Well, now Kyle was certain S.H.I.E.L.D did not want to show up and had passed the information to the U.S. military.

By this time, it was already one or two o'clock in the afternoon in Afghanistan.

It was scorching hot, especially in the desert. The surface temperature was estimated to be about 60 degrees Celsius, and the air temperature around 40 degrees Celsius.

"Damn, if I'd known the rescue was so slow, I wouldn't have blown up the camp," Tony complained.

Kyle, standing in the hot sun, was irritable and parched.

With a thought, he took out a large glass of Coke from his golden space.

Although the golden space of 8 cubic meters isn't very large, it's definitely not small either. In addition to placing some items Kyle summons, it also holds weapons, ammunition, food, and water.

Since there is no concept of time in the golden space, the Coke was still icy cold.

"Ton ton ton..."

After taking a big sip, Kyle immediately felt refreshed, and his irritable mood was relieved a lot.

Seeing Kyle drink the Coke, Tony and Ethan couldn't stop swallowing.

"Damn, where did you get that?" Tony asked hastily.

Kyle didn't answer but shook the icy Coke, asking, "Want some?"

"Obviously!"

"A cup costs 5 million USD," Kyle said with a smile.

"OK. Two glasses first."

Tony didn't hesitate. He took the two iced Cokes that appeared out of thin air, handed one to Ethan, and drank the other.

"I never thought Coke could taste so good. Is this also your super ability? A small warehouse? It's really convenient. Do you have anything to eat?" Tony asked again.

"Burgers, 8 million USD each, do you want some?"

Afraid the price was too high, Tony wouldn't take the bait, Kyle reluctantly quoted a "low price."

"Four first."

Four burgers appeared, and Tony handed two to Ethan before devouring his own.

In the end, Tony alone ate four burgers and ordered another ice cream.

Kyle happily counted his earnings.

A total of six burgers were sold at 8 million USD each, making 48 million USD, and 3 cups of iced Coke at 5 million USD each, making 15 million USD.

In total, 63 million USD, faster than shorting the stock of Stark Industries to make money.

After eating and drinking, some time passed before the rescuers finally arrived.

Two military helicopters.

One of the officers who came down from the helicopter, Tony gave a big hug.

"Rhodes, long time no see."

"Long time no see, Tony. Next time remember to ride in a car with me, no more joyrides," Rhodes said.

"Damn it! No more joyrides. I hate that stuff," Tony said.

Letting go of Tony, Rhodes looked at Kyle and Ethan beside him and said with some doubt:

"Who are you…?"

Before Kyle could speak, Tony said, "Kyle, the agent in charge of the FBI's New York Branch. He was the one who rescued me just now; Ethan, if it wasn't for him, I would have gone to see God two months ago."

"Hello, thank you for saving Tony. Let's go now."

Rhodes shook hands with Kyle and Ethan. Although he was puzzled why the FBI came to rescue Tony, Rhodes was a qualified soldier and knew not to ask questions.

…

Watching Tony on the podium announcing the closure of Stark Industries' weapons manufacturing department, Kyle smiled happily. It seemed tomorrow would be another day of plummeting stock prices for Stark Industries.

"Mr. Kyle."

Kyle looked at the person and said, "Phil Coulson, you're here too."

"The director asked me to understand the situation."

Phil Coulson said, "But Tony doesn't seem to have the time to talk to Mr. Kyle..."

"Sorry, I don't have time either. By the way, remind your boss about the 30 kilograms of Vibranium. Tell him to send it to me soon; I don't want to have to collect the debt myself."

After saying that, seeing no one around noticed him, Kyle immediately moved and disappeared.

"It's really convenient," Phil Coulson said enviously.