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"What? You speak louder, I'm very noisy here!"

"We've found Tony Stark, and we're sending him back to the US base!" Gideon shouted, almost shoving the communicator into his mouth.

"Oh, okay, just send it back, remember to ask Stark to reimburse the bill, I still have something to do here!" After saying this, Fisher hung up the phone, joking, and sent Stark a Ke goes home, is it important to accompany the girl to shoot? These subordinates are really incompetent, and when they turned around, they ordered Cormac, the commander of True Son, to deduct the team's year-end bonus!

On the other side, in the large cabin of the Black Hawk helicopter, Rhodes and Stark were looking at each other.

"What is your boss doing, I heard gunshots?" Rhodes was very curious.

"Isn't it the Rifle Association's activities these days? The old man in the boss's family is good, so they should be at the venue!"

"The Rifle Association? Why never invite me to their events?" Stark was as surprised as he heard a new term.

"Because they don't have models and rum, but a bunch of girls and beer, and you shouldn't be welcome to go there!" Rhodes sarcastically leaned against the bulkhead.

"Why? It's not like I haven't shot!"

"No, no, you don't understand. All kinds of gun enthusiasts go there to play with guns. They just want to feel the charm of shooting, not to show off their weapons!" Rhodes tilted himself Erlang's legs changed and he said, "And your top priority now is to return to China to cultivate well, not to participate in any activities!"

"Well, I miss the taste of cheeseburgers so much right now!"

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"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the company?"

"It's okay, that's what Stark was found!"

"Oh, I thought it was a big deal, let's continue!"

"Okay, let's go!" Fisher vigorously threw four ceramic targets filled with colored powder into the distant sky.

Then the old father standing next to him raised the Mossberg m590 shotgun in his hand and quickly fired, loaded, fired, loaded.

After the four shots were fired, four clusters of red smoke exploded into the air, and the crowd watching on the side immediately burst into applause.

"Do you want one?" asked Father Fisher, holding up Mossberg.

"No, I don't like pump-action ones! Isn't a semi-automatic?" Fisher rejected Mossberg and took out his m1014 from a box beside him.

"Start, time!" The staff on the side pressed the timer, and then Fisher rushed into the shooting range. The roaring shotgun smashed seven targets in a few seconds, and then Fisher lifted the hem of his clothes and tied it from his waist. A shotgun was pulled out from the current feeder, filled into the magazine from the ejection port, slammed into the chamber, and shattered the last target.

"Seven seconds 31!"

"How is it, not bad!" Fisher smugly blew the steaming muzzle.

"It's good, let's go, let's go somewhere else!"

As an annual event for shooting enthusiasts, it is naturally impossible for the Rifle Association to have a free shooting event. In fact, this can only be regarded as a warm-up.

Because strictly speaking, the first event should be a weapons exhibition. Basically, all the light weapons companies in the United States will show their new products or some tactical accessories here, and some shooting enthusiasts will also take out their wives to give Someone else show it off.

The endless tents on the lawn are connected for several kilometers, and there are hundreds of manufacturers participating in the exhibition. Although Fisher himself is only here to make soy sauce, it does not prevent him from admiring other people's "wives".

The second item of the firearms exhibition should be the shooting session. In order to liven up the atmosphere, the Rifle Association even pulled out an antique 88 gun in stock. Fisher also tested a shot, although the muzzle was raised. The smoke wasted a few thousand dollars of his handmade shirt, but the cool was over.

After shooting the cannons and eating a delicious Texas barbecue, Fisher wandered around the nearby shooting range in his spare time. As a result, at the cqb shooting range, he met a man he had never dreamed of.

The black split, the thick stubble, the straight suit, coupled with the sharp movements and sharp marksmanship, who is it not Keanu Reeves?

In order to prevent the wrong person from being identified, Fisher also specifically inquired about the name of this man.

"His name is John Wick. He seems to be an actuary, but his marksmanship and movement skills are very neat. He doesn't look like a middle-aged man at all!" A well-meaning person who knew him gave Fisher a few words.

"John Wick?" Fisher carefully looked for the name from the deep memory in his mind, as if it was a killer of some Continental Hotel.

At this point, John Wick has completed the shooting project. He neatly inspected the weapon and handed it to the staff on the side. The audience watching him shoot gave him warm applause. There are even a few guys who are eager to try to go up and make a few gestures.

John Wick also had plans to fight, but he hadn't agreed yet. Another middle-aged woman squeezed out of the crowd and pinched his arm. It should be his wife.

"John, don't get too excited and fight with others!" John Wick's wife Helen is an editor of a newspaper. Although she herself is not very interested in guns, she still accompanies her husband to stroll here, by the way. Is there any material to write an article or something?

"Don't worry, nothing will happen!" John Wick clapped his wife's hand with a smile. Just as he was about to take the test, the phone on his waist suddenly rang.

"Sorry, I have something to do, let's make an appointment next time!" Seeing a string of mysterious codes on the screen of his mobile phone, John Wick apologized to several challengers and took his wife to leave.

"Mr. John Wick?"

"Who are you?" John asked suspiciously, looking at the young man standing in front of him.

"I'm the CEO of Atlas!" Fisher handed over a business card. "I admire your shooting skills, just like art. Are you interested in being a spokesperson for our civilian weapons?"

"Spokesman?" John Wick looked at the special fonts gilded on the business card, quite moved. You must know that being a killer is not as beautiful as ordinary people think. It is a sports car to go in and out. If you want to assassinate the target, you can take a sniper rifle from a distance and you will be done. From the beginning of receiving an order, the killer must find out the target's hobbies and travel. The rules, the number of bodyguards, security loopholes, etc., the most important thing is that sometimes the employer will ask the assassination to be disguised as an accident, and the killer is really not a very glorious profession, so even Wick's wife only knows that the husband is. The actuary at the Continental Hotel in New York didn't know he was a killer.

"Uh, I'm sorry, Mr. Fisher, I have some urgent matters now. I will seriously consider your proposal. Now I have to go, I'm offended!" John Wick solemnly took the business card and paid the fee. After Scheer nodded, he dragged his wife and ran to the parking lot quickly.

Fisher didn't think so. The reason why he called John Wick was just because he liked Keanu Reeves very much in his last life.

"Maybe we can take a picture together when we meet that day!"

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After Tony Stark returned to New York, there was an uproar soon, and various media, like smelling bloody sharks, gathered in the Stark Building, waiting for his arrival.

"I'm closing down Stark Industries' weapons R\u0026D department!"

Stark's words were like a stone thrown into a calm pond, and Obadiah's heart shrank abruptly when he heard this, and he almost drew it.

When the reporters heard this, their eyes shone brightly, and various questions popped up one after another.

"Mr. Stark, I heard that you were attacked by weapons manufactured by Stark Industries in the Middle East. Is this true?"

"Mr. Stark, I heard that you escaped by seducing the terrorist boss. Is this true?"

Obadiah frowned and looked at the reporter who asked the question. After realizing that he was just a reporter from an entertainment news tabloid, even before he opened his mouth, two big-waisted security guards threw this guy out.

But Stark himself ignored these reporters at all, and left the hall after talking about his own plans.

"Tony, listen to me, I know you have suffered a lot, but we don't need to shut down the weapons production line! This is the backbone of Stark's industry!" Obadiah was anxious, the weapons industry was his lifeblood , was founded by him and Howard together at the beginning, and now Stark is about to shut down with a word, and Obadiah even violent on the spot, strangling Stark's heart.

"You know, Obadiah, what did I encounter there? Countless innocent people died under the weapons I developed, and they could have lived happily ever after!" Stark stopped and turned to stare Staring into Obadiah's eyes.

"Then we can build a foundation and donate some money. Didn't you want to set up a charitable foundation some time ago? I'll go to the board for you to get it done. We can also contact the giants and ask them to send mercenaries to take those terrorists out. Destroy them, all of these are ok, but closing the weapons research and development department is really unnecessary!" Obadiah even began to plead with Stark to retract his previous remarks.

"No, Obadiah, the weapons research and development department must be closed!" Tony Stark's tone was undeniable and firm.

"Okay, since this is your plan!" Obadiah froze in place, his eyes gradually became cold, then he turned and walked towards the building's exit, while taking out his mobile phone.

"Prepare the plane, I'm going to Afghanistan, yes, that's right, right now, right now!"

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