The assassin replied, "For this kind of commercial assassination mission, we will let our own people infiltrate and hold one of the positions. This is also one of the prices we offer, not just money."

While the assassin was talking, Mercer looked down at the files in the brown paper bags, a look of surprise showing in his eyes.

These three companies are all well-known companies in the world, and their fields are freight, food, and cosmetics respectively.

The annual income is an astronomical figure that is difficult for ordinary people to comprehend.

If the previous assassination of Stark was successful, there would be assassins lurking in Stark Industries to continuously provide resources to the League of Shadows.

This will also allow the assassins who go out to have a legitimate identity. If they want to assassinate any big shot later, their identities will be closer.

"Okay, that's it, you proceed as usual, investigate the people around me who are related to me, and don't end up assassinating me," Mercer said.

This kind of thing does happen. Some people just want to pretend to be pigs and eat tigers.

"That's natural." The assassin respectfully took the brown paper bags from Mercer's hand.

There was nothing to do here, so Mercer opened the portal and went home.

"Huh, I have a new harvest today, which is really good."

When he got home, it was already midnight. Mercer took a long breath and took a set of clothes to take a shower.

Janata was not in the house and had gone somewhere.

"It seems that we need to equip this guy with a mobile phone, otherwise he won't be able to contact him even if he runs out."

With such a presence, even if he stayed away all night, Mercer didn't care. After taking a bath, he went to bed.

The next day.

There was a rapid ringing of the cell phone in Mercer's ears. He rubbed his eyes sleepily and picked up the cell phone placed beside the bed.

His mobile phone has been placed on the bedside and has not been taken away. Anyway, there is a space gem that can be accessed at any time, but there is nothing that needs to use the mobile phone.

Seeing the caller ID, Mercer suddenly felt like he was being pulled back from the heavenly world to the human world.

When I answered the phone, there were strange words coming from the other side.

"Alex, I'm glad your phone call is still connected, and I won't ask why you didn't answer all the calls I made."

A female voice came from over there, and Mercer realized that he had more than twenty missed calls on his cell phone, but he always turned it on silent and had so many things going on that he never noticed it.

The female voice continued: "You will start school soon. Are you still going to school? If you don't go to school, we won't pay you the tuition and fees. It's a waste of money."

The owner of this voice seemed to want Mercer to say that he didn't want to study in the next sentence, and then they would not pay his tuition fees and not care about him.

After so many things happened, Mercer also gained very tyrannical power.

But his social status is still that of an ordinary high school sophomore.

"I have to find a way to improve my social status. Otherwise, even if I can destroy the gods, I will still be an ordinary high school sophomore in the outside world." Mercer murmured.

"What did you say?" the person on the phone asked, not hearing clearly.

"Ah, I said no, I won't go to school, that's all."

After saying that, Mercer didn't bother to talk nonsense to the man and hung up the phone directly.

When I was living in poverty before, the foster family never gave me any help.

He was living exactly the life of Harry Potter, and it was even worse. It seemed that he was not a foster child, but a slave that they had adopted.

Mercer moved away within a few days after traveling through time. I really don’t know how the original owner stayed there for so long.

Now that I'm getting better, I don't want to tell them so as not to cause any family drama.

Now I no longer have to go to school.

Ordinary people go to school to have a better future.

Mercer now has tens of billions of gold bars and antiques waiting for him to use. It doesn't seem to matter whether he goes to school or not.

Just as he was thinking, another cell phone ring interrupted his thoughts. He picked it up and saw that the call this time was from an unfamiliar number.

When the call was connected, a slightly familiar voice came, "Mercer, this is Stark."

"What's wrong?" Mercer looked at the time. It was only a few o'clock in the morning, and Stark had already called him.

"Didn't you say you could study your sword for me? I really can't wait and want to ask if you are free now." Stark's laughter came.

"Now, okay, just give me your address and I will go find you." Mercer said.

"You came to me?" Stark was stunned. "This is what I want from you. Why don't I just come to you? Why don't you come to me?"

"It's not that troublesome. I also want to see your steel armor. Is it inconvenient?" Mercer said.

"Haha, of course not. I welcome you. Come on, I'll send you the address. You can just drive in after a while." Stark smiled.

The two of them hung up the phone without chatting, and then Mercer received a text message on his phone.

Mercer looked at it for a few times, then got up, washed up, and left the room.

Originally, you could reach it directly using the space gem, but you can still drive if you can, and you don’t have to rush there.

Such a good car cannot be lost like this. It can still be driven from time to time, unless the place you want to go out is really far away.

More than forty minutes later, Mercer, who had been racing all the way, arrived at the place.

The mansion where Stark lives is much larger than Mercer's small villa, and the cost must have been tens of millions of dollars, not to mention the design inside.

When he walked to the front door, the automatic door on the side opened, and immediately a voice with a British accent reached Mercer's ears.

"You are Mr. Mercer, please come in. Mr. Stark is already waiting for you in the studio."

Mercer turned to look at a small camera on the eaves next to him. This should be the artificial intelligence that Stark had been using, Jarvis.

Without saying much, Mercer drove directly towards the opened automatic door.

After driving in, it was a relatively empty studio. On the right side, the work table and materials were placed there. On the left side, there were several fine cars from Stark's own collection.

However, there were flame scratches on the front covers of several cars there. Mercer knew what was going on at a glance. It was accidentally burned by Stark when he was studying the steel armor.

There was an empty parking space, which seemed to be for Mercer.

When Mercer walked down, the confinement automatically stopped.

"Finally waiting for you!"

Stark walked up with a smile and shook hands with Mercer. Although the latter was young, he did not put on any high airs.

"Is this your car that turns into a robot? It looks so handsome!"

Stark looked at the confinement with excitement, and noticed it when it backed into the garage.

"Yes." Mercer smiled, "Confinement, come on, let him transform into a human form and see. By the way, you have to bend your waist. There is not enough space for you to stand here."

The studio is more than five meters high, and the height in confinement is still higher. If you want to transform into a human form, you can only sit or squat.

Confinement responded, making a transforming sound, and transformed into a robot form.

As expected, it couldn't stand in this place and could only squat when it transformed.

Squatting there, like an aggrieved big boy.

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