American Comics Agency: Starting with rescuing Iron Man

"Stop it, has the money arrived?" On the roof of the office, Li Qingyue stopped Walter who was practicing his crow-killing ability.

"Here we are, a total of one billion U.S. dollars. This is what we got, and the money and the bill were given to me. As you know, I am not familiar with the prices of these cultural relics, and there are too many of them."

"It's okay. One billion is just one billion. If you have more, just treat it as a gift to them. Those experimental equipment are all ready."

"It's ready. Once the money is available, we can start the renovation."

"Okay, then you go and pay the money yourself." Then Li Qingyue threw the card to Walter. Walter rode a bad motorcycle to Old Jack's grocery store and generously paid off all the money for 150 million. payment.

After Old Jack saw that the money had arrived, he directly arranged for Tank, the two-meter-tall strong man who often followed Old Jack, to lead the decoration team to renovate the second floor.

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Washington, Tri-Wing Building.

"Director, there is some information here that I think you should take a look at." A female agent with a curvy figure wearing tight clothes said holding a folder and pushing open the door.

"Agent Hill, what information do you need me to see?" The seat slowly turned around, revealing the person sitting on it, with a bald head, dark skin, and an eyepatch. He is the famous Fuck Man— —Director Nick Fury.

"We have purchased some information from a firm boss, and this information has been verified to be true. Originally, our assessment of his danger level was only around level three, but his latest commissioned operation... I feel his evaluation needs to be raised." Agent Hill placed the folder on the table.

Nick Fury picked up the folder and read it, but as the frequency of flipping through it slowed down, his brows were already frowning.

"Are you sure you're not kidding me? Such a record cannot be achieved even if Captain America is resurrected."

"I'm sorry, Director. I regret to tell you that the information above is all true."

"Raise his assessment to level six and arrange for personnel to monitor him."

"Director, are you sure? His senses are very keen."

"It doesn't matter. Since he is an information dealer, he should know about our existence and arrange it. Where is Natasha?"

"Director, do you have a problem with me?"

When Cao Cao arrived, a sexy woman with red hair appeared.

"Natasha, go and get in touch with him." Nick Fury threw out a folder. Natasha, the Black Widow, picked up the folder. After seeing her target clearly, she couldn't help but frowned. But she didn't refuse. Just when he was about to leave, Nick Fury called her.

"By the way, there's one more thing. If you can, let's get in touch with this person."

"I'm telling you, Director, I'm only one person, and I can't be separated." Natasha said angrily.

"In this case, I will let Coulson contact him."

"Forget it, is he in New York?"

"In Hell's Kitchen, there is a store called Marvel Studios, which seems to have some prestige in the local area."

"I understand, leave it to me."

After saying that, Natasha took the two folders and left. Agent Hill looked at her leaving back and asked, "Leave it all to Black Widow, okay?"

"Isn't it written in the information? He saved the playboy. According to our psychological profiler's description, he will definitely find the boss again, so Natasha can have better contact with the playboy. Two people.”

After hearing this, Agent Hill said nothing more, nodded slightly and turned around to leave.

Soon Natasha joined the Stark Group as an interviewer, and was successfully elected as Tony's secretary because of her graceful figure and angelic face.

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"Boss, there's a commission coming!" Walter pushed open the door of the office and shouted loudly.

Tom, Jerry and Richard, who were playing games, instantly looked back at Walter. Walter quickly showed a flattering smile and said: "I'm sorry to bother you. My fault. My fault. Keep going. Keep going."

The third child then turned around and continued playing the game. After all, the game just now was over because of his sudden shout.

"Boss, the commission is here."

"Yawn~What commission?" Li Qingyue asked as he came down from upstairs with a yawn.

"It was Tony Stark who gave us the commission. He wanted us to find the man behind the scenes that put him in danger."

"How much?"

"One million dollars."

"So few?" Li Qingyue said in surprise.

"Well, because he provided a person, let us thoroughly investigate whether he did it."

"who?"

"Obadiah Stane, his unrelated uncle."

"Then do you think we still need to check? It's 100% him."

"No, he said there must be evidence."

"Let him sign, and then complete it yourself. The evidence is hidden on his work computer. It should be easy for you to get it." Li Qingyue suddenly felt uninterested after hearing this, and leaned on the table again. After a while, Walter heard snoring.

Walter looked helpless and could only go alone. After all, as a formal employee, he also had some authority, and signing a commission contract with others was also part of this authority.

Soon, Walt arrived at Tony's beachside villa. As soon as he approached the door, the door opened by itself. Walt was a little surprised.

"Hello, Mr. Khwaja, please come in. He is in the basement. I have already informed him."

"Who are you?"

"My name is Jarvis, and I am the artificial intelligence created by Mr.

"Hello Jarvis, by the way, do you have permission to query the computers of anyone in your group?"

"Mr. Khwaja, I have permission to check most of the employees' computers, but I don't have permission to check the computers of senior staff unless ordered by Mr. Stark." Jarvis's voice sounded.

At this time Tony also came up from the basement and was a little surprised to see that the only person coming was Walter: "Where is your boss?"

"Well, the boss has completely handed over this commission to me. So Mr. Stark, please sign the commission contract first." After saying that, Walter also conjured a parchment scroll, a quill pen and an ink pad out of thin air.

Tony read the contents of the contract, picked up the pen and signed his name, and then pressed the ink pad. As a result, his hand was injured. He glanced at Walter, gritted his teeth and pressed his thumb down.

As the name glowed, Walter knew that the contract had been completed.