American comics: Starting from a copycat arms dealer

The vicissitudes of life Steve has now made peace with Tony, so he was the first to express his stance: "I believe you!"

Big Banner and Carol, seeing this, had no choice but to agree to let the vicissitudes of Tony complete this lobbying task alone.

Tony, the vicissitudes of life, said goodbye solemnly: "Don't worry, just wait for my good news. The young Steve and I will be taken care of by you."

After saying that, Tony the vicissitudes of life moved a little closer to his chest, and the nano battle armor was automatically put on.

"Whoosh".

He rose from the rooftop of a private hospital to the sky and went to North America alone to work as a lobbyist.

Carol, Big Banner, the vicissitudes of Steve, and Ant-Man Scott Lang continue to stay in Europe.

Accompanying the young version of Tony Stark to recuperate in the hospital, they also have to find a way to wake up the comatose young version of Steve.

10 hours later.

Boehringer Street, Poughkeepsie, New York.

Since the two world-class crises, this street has become the most famous red light district within hundreds of kilometers.

As for the reason, on the one hand, the existence of the umbrella company has deterred criminals in this area.

The existence of stable order has allowed this street to flourish, gathering powerful people, gang organizations, and wealthy people from all over New York State.

On the other hand, this street is controlled by the Kingpin, the New York underworld emperor.

After two world-class crises, gangsters can no longer sell white powder because people are so poor that they can't even afford to eat, so where can they find spare money to attract fans.

Therefore, Jin Bin, who has a shrewd mind, decisively led his gang to transform and began to develop businesses such as food smuggling, boxing matches, and red light districts.

In the post-disaster world, most Americans have been tortured by two sudden disasters and have lost hope in life.

Numb people need to vent.

Therefore, unlimited boxing matches and beautiful women full of violent aesthetics have become what people are most passionate about.

In the evening, the dusk glow shines on the sidewalks of Boehringer Street covered with strange graffiti.

Both sides of the street are lined with various bars, casinos, nightclubs, boxing arenas and hotels.

Just in the evening, the largest nightclub on Boehringer Street was filled with colorful neon lights and the door was hung with red candle lanterns, like a retro style from the last century.

This nightclub is called "Sasha" and it is also one of Kingpin's venues.

At this time, a Lamborghini Poison slowly stopped at the door of the nightclub with a "rumbling" engine sound.

The exterior design of this supercar is highly recognizable, with sharp lines, unique Y-shaped headlights, rear wings and diffusers, all of which highlight the status of its owner, who is either rich or noble.

An attendant wearing a white shirt and a black vest quickly stepped forward to help open the car door.

Pietro, who was wearing a sexy pink suit and his hair was waxed, calmly got out of the car and took off his sunglasses.

There were five or six sexy greeters in black silk bunny uniforms at the door. They immediately showed their warmest smiles and invited with cooing voices.

"Welcome to the distinguished Master Pietro, please come this way~"

Seeing all the long black stockings in front of him, Pietro was so excited that he couldn't wait to grab the two bunny girls and walked into the nightclub while licking them.

At the corner of the street opposite the nightclub, a weathered version of Tony Stark wearing a black suit raised his sunglasses.

In the holographic screen of the sunglasses lens, through facial recognition comparison, it was confirmed that the person who just entered was Pietro.

Friday's voice rang out.

[The target has been confirmed, I wish you good luck, Boss]

Tony stretched out his hand and tightened his purple tie, his face a little reserved. He had not been to a place like a nightclub for a long time.

At this moment, he was really a little nervous.

Mainly because he has a family and even has children, so he always feels a sense of betrayal when he goes to a nightclub.

But in order to complete the task, he could only silently say sorry to Pepper and little Morgan.

Then he put on a peaked cap, lowered very low, covering most of his face.

Finally, Tony put on a swinger's smile and walked towards the door of the nightclub with some expectation in his eyes.

Half an hour later.

DJ dance hall inside the nightclub.

Countless colored lights flashed continuously, and a bunch of pink ambient lights shone on the DJ table in the center of the dance hall.

Two sexy female DJs in bikinis were on the DJ booth, shaking their heads to the rhythm of exciting and dynamic music.

Under the DJ booth.

A group of men and women sway wildly to the deafening dynamic music to release stress and relax.

In the dark corner of the dance floor, there were even customers who were so anxious that they hugged the waitress in a white silk maid uniform and kept bending her waist.

But the vicissitudes of Tony Stark, listening to the dynamic music blasting into his ears, felt that it was extremely noisy.

"Looks like I'm really old. Disco music is no longer suitable for an old guy like me." Tony laughed at himself.

But this time, he came with an important mission.

But after coming in, he was bombarded by DJ music on the dance floor for half an hour, but he still couldn't find Pietro.

According to Tony's previous experience, the large dance floors of such nightclubs are entertainment venues for ordinary guests.

It is naturally impossible for some distinguished guests to mix with these ordinary guests.

VIP guests all have exclusive large boxes and even a small dance floor. There are hundreds of dancers to choose from, all of them are beautiful beauties.

Tony felt that Pietro most likely went to the exclusive VIP box.

But generally, going to the exclusive box requires capital verification. In the past, he could scan his face, and everyone knew Tony Stark's name.

Now.

If he takes off his peaked cap, he can enter the exclusive VIP box, but the appearance of an Avenger will definitely attract a lot of attention.

Tony was worried that Pietro would have scruples and avoid him.

Therefore, it would be best for him to keep a low profile and find other solutions.

Finally, he walked around the dance floor and found a staircase leading to the second floor. It was most likely the passage to the VIP box on the second floor.

But there were two burly and muscular thugs guarding the stairs, looking warily at anyone who dared to approach.

If you want to get through this level quietly, you may have to think of a good way.

After pondering for a moment, Tony saw a waiter walking toward the stairs with a wine tray.

The two thugs at the door ignored the waiter.

Seeing this, he instantly had an idea.

Two minutes later.

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In the bathroom stall, there was a waiter who was knocked unconscious and was only wearing his underwear.

Tony transformed, put on a waiter's vest, and successfully sneaked into the VIP area on the second floor.

He held a wine tray, pretended to be a waiter, opened the doors of each private room, and went in to take a look around.

Without seeing Pietro, he put down a glass of red wine and left without hesitation.

As a result, after looking through the fifteen private rooms on the second floor, he still couldn't find Pietro's person.

"Shet, where is this damn boy?" Tony couldn't help but curse as soon as he walked out of the last box.

At this moment, a group of dancers in nurse uniforms passed by in the corridor on the second floor.

"Sister Evelin, I heard that that stupid and wealthy customer is here again?"

"Are you a slut who likes to inquire about that distinguished guest? Are you trying to reach a higher level?"

"No way, I just want to make more money. I think that's the only customer who orders so many sisters right from the beginning, right?"

"Hum, I count you lucky today. You will all be smarter later and serve this young master well. When he is happy, he will reward you casually, starting with two hundred grams of gold bars."

Tony overheard the conversation between the dancers and finally learned where Pietro was.

"Fortunately, this kid is a famous scapegoat, otherwise it would be really difficult to find him." He complained.

Immediately, he secretly followed the group of dancers and followed them all the way to the super VIP box on the fourth floor.

Go into this box.

Tony saw Pietro being surrounded by a group of beauties wearing various sexy uniforms, dancing very playfully in the middle of the small dance floor.

At this point, I finally met the real owner and no longer had to hide my identity.

He took off his peaked cap and tried to squeeze towards the center of the dance floor, but was blocked back by a group of 'stewardesses', 'nurses' and 'policewomen'.

There was no other way, so Tony had no choice but to yell, "Hey! Everyone, stop and listen to me!"

As a result, the dynamic music in the box completely covered his voice.

No one paid any attention to him.

In desperation, Tony touched his chest and the nano-suit was automatically put on.

Then he raised his hand and fired a pulse palm cannon, smashing the hidden speaker on the ceiling of the box.

The deafening music disappeared instantly.

Everyone on the dance floor froze in confusion.

Pietro, who was in the middle of the dance floor, said with a dissatisfied look on his face: "What's going on? Why did the music stop? Tell your manager in charge to get over here! I want to complain!"

Pietro was surrounded by a group of tall beauties and did not even see Tony Stark on the edge of the dance floor.

Seeing this, Tony Stark's head is full of black lines. Is he a transparent person? The sense of existence is so low?

He had no choice but to shoot another palm cannon at the wall of the box.

There was a loud "Bang!" and a deep hole as big as a hand was blasted out of the wall.

This finally caught everyone's attention.

"All irrelevant people, get out! I have something to talk to this gentleman about!" Tony shouted to the dancers on the dance floor.

"Ah~"

Seeing an iron man wearing metal armor, the dancers were so frightened that they screamed and ran away.

After all the people left the box, Tony turned off the helmet of the nanosuit, revealing that familiar face.

When Pietro saw that the person who disturbed his interest was actually Tony Stark, he walked to the sofa on the edge of the dance floor and sat down with a puzzled look on his face.

Feel free to grab a glass of champagne and drink it in one gulp.

Then he asked calmly: "The famous Iron Man, if he is not busy saving the world, how come he has time to come to the nightclub?"

They had met before at Columbia University, but during that brief meeting, the two did not communicate much.

But Pietro still has a little respect for the Avengers who work hard to save the world.

Therefore, he didn't care about Iron Man disturbing his interest.