The Death Knell

"All right."

"very good."

The two spoke almost at the same time, their heads touching each other. Boys and girls of the same age always get to know each other very quickly, and they have an unexpected tacit understanding.

"Maybe they shouldn't protect you to such an exaggerated level. Although I have many bodyguards, I never know that I have anything to protect."

Tony felt that this was not a suitable place for intimacy, so he temporarily let go of the girl hiding in his arms.

The first time between them should be after a romantic date that has nothing to do with money, rather than coupling like wild cats and dogs in the darkness under a bridge pier.

The girl looked out from behind the pier, then pulled back and breathed a sigh of relief: "This is what my mother calls, a 'good tutor'."

"Well, I'm Tony."

"I heard it before." The girl replied with a smile.

Tony looked at the hands the two of them were still holding together: "I actually want you to tell me your name."

"You must know." The girl pinched his palm: "I found that you have been hanging around me all day. My bodyguard thinks you are a stalker. Didn't you ask your friends what my name is? I'm in Cambridge But celebrities.”

"Not at all. I mean, I don't have any friends here yet. I just smuggled over from the United States."

"Are you bragging?"

The girl's eyes lit up. Smuggling sounds so cool. Is it through a refrigerated container truck?

That's really cool.

Tony tilted his head and grimaced, which meant exactly what she guessed.

But he wasn't stupid enough to get into a refrigerated truck. In fact, he bought a plane on the black market, flew across the English Channel at low altitude in the dead of night, and smuggled it over from France.

To be precise, it was a stealth flight, not a crossing.

As for why he couldn't stay in Paris, it was because the women there were like fairies. He went to a salon there, and the girls even wanted to have sex with him afterward. He felt... a bit uncomfortable. live.

The girl glanced at him with envy and nodded after feeling that what he said was true: "My name is Cassandra Jasper."

Tony laughed: "Damn! I knew your name must be beautiful! This is great."

The girl also smiled very helpfully: "Well, Americans may think that every European name is beautiful."

Tony shook his head: "Don't say that to me. Being an American has not brought me any help. On the contrary, my family will only cause me trouble."

"I know who you are." Cassandra understood that Tony was in a similar situation to her: "So, why did the famous Tony Stark escape to London?"

Without thinking, Tony put his hands into his jeans pockets:

"It's not because of the food here anyway, you understand? Maybe at first I thought that coming here would keep me away from my parents, but now, I begin to feel that coming here is God's will, and I'm here to see you."

Cassandra stroked her hair. Her short black hair looked like satin in the night. Instead of accepting such a naive confession, she lowered her head and bent down to take off her high heels.

"I have also been to the United States, several times, and I quite like it."

"Oh? Where have you been?" Tony was very personable and didn't act too hastily.

"Los Angeles, Chicago, if you hear my last name, don't you know who I am?"

Cassandra held the shoes in her hands, her stockings in contact with the cold ground, and her toes curled up cutely.

"Uh... I really don't know, but seeing how many bodyguards your family has arranged for you, I guess your dad is a rock star."

Tony scratched his head. He didn't care about European genealogy. He was American.

Honorable families and the like have nothing to do with him. He feels that his father is a typical upstart scientist who made a fortune by selling a few patents and then married his mother, the eldest daughter of the Italian olive oil family. Growing up, everyone he saw at home wore black gloves.

Cassandra sighed: "It's not my dad, it's my mom."

"So your mother is a rock star? Actually, I ask this because I don't understand why your mother has so many bodyguards, and they are coming towards us at this time, and we are already surrounded."

"ah?!"

"I think one of them is going to come over and beat me so hard that I won't remember ever meeting you afterwards."

Tony had already seen the light, bodyguards were surrounding him from all directions, and he had no way to escape unless he jumped into the river and swam.

Cambridgeshire is also called Cambridge in China. Although it is famous, it is a university town after all, and the quality of the river water here is really not very good.

The British have always had the habit of pouring sewage into rivers. For example, the Thames River flowing through London used to be the world's largest sewage ditch. It was not until 1980 that environmental treatment was completed.

However, it is not by restricting riverside residents not to discharge sewage, but by purifying the water quality through 450 sewage treatment plants passing through the river basin.

It doesn't smell too pungent now anyway, and the government says it fully meets drinking water standards, but don't expect officials to drink Thames water.

The same goes for the River Cam in Cambridgeshire. In "Farewell Cambridge", the River Cam is described as a "rainbow-colored dream", "a boat of stars", and "colorful shadows in the waves". Do you think Xu Zhimo is a romantic poet? In fact, I am a realist, and they are all describing the colorful oil flowers on the river.

Tony wasn't going to bathe in water like this.

"She's over there!"

"Not good!" Cassandra poked her head out to take a look, then quickly retracted and hid in Tony's arms: "You will be shocked."

"What? Electric shock?" Tony's black face asked, this was a bit unexpected: "Let's forget it?"

Cassandra nodded very seriously: "I'm not joking."

"I'm not kidding when I say forget it. Can you tell them not to do that?" Tony rolled his eyes and came all the way to London. The girl hadn't even started yet, so being shocked first was not a good experience.

"They won't listen to me! They're mercenaries! They only listen to the person who pays them, which is my mother!"

Cassandra looked at the other side of the bridge, but there was still a light approaching quickly not far away.

Tony took a deep breath and said, "I've never been shocked before."

"Aren't you going to run?" Cassandra asked curiously.

"Ah, how bad it would be if I ran away and left you to these ruthless money-making machines." Tony touched his mustache and shook his head with a smile: "But if I stay here and get shocked, I guess It’s not good either, I’m in a bit of a dilemma now.”

Cassandra didn't know what to say. Tony said willful words, but looked at her with serious and passionate eyes. She could feel the emotion.

So the two people who were also trying to get rid of their families gradually got closer and they kissed each other.

After a moment, their lips parted, and they only had each other in their eyes.

"Does it hurt?" Tony asked.

Cassandra touched her lips, a little confused: "What?"

However, the next second she knew what Tony was asking, and the bodyguards her mother had arranged for her rushed over.

These bald men in black suits neatly knocked Tony down with electric batons. As blue electricity spread across his body, he was writhing on the dirty bridge floor like a dead fish.

"The angels have been recovered, gather the team."

The bodyguards reported to someone through the intercom while carrying Cassandra towards the car parked on the bridge.

"Let me go! Do you know who you are working for? My family is paying you!"

Cassandra struggled, but she was no match for the strong men in terms of strength. She was lifted up with her feet off the ground and stuffed into the carriage like a rag doll.

One night, the bodyguard who was still wearing sunglasses said before closing the door: "Sorry, miss, of course we know who the employer is, so we only listen to your mother."

After saying that, the car door closed and the motorcade left quickly, leaving only clouds of exhaust gas above Tony's head.

After several minutes, Tony recovered from the electric shock. He squirmed and propped up his upper body:

"It's worth it."

.....................

The next day, Tony, who has the ability to make money, found the classroom where Cassandra was attending class.

Now that I know her name, have medicine and money in hand, it couldn't be easier to find someone.

And it was easy for him to sneak into university classes. After all, professors at Cambridge University didn't have the energy to record what their students looked like.

Cassandra was dressed more formally today. If she looked like a wild cat in a nightclub last night, today she looks like a younger version of a political beauty.

The only things that remained unchanged were the satin-like black hair and the smell of perfume.

"So let's ask again, what is the overarching theory of unified finance? Anybody raise their hands? Doesn't anyone know? Seriously, have you read the book?"

The old professor with all white hair on the podium tried to get some responses from the students. However, except for seeing a young man with shawl hair sneaking into the classroom, he did not get the answer he wanted.

Cambridge was over. The professor wailed sadly and continued his one-man show.

Today's young people really have no interest in economic theory at all. Why doesn't anyone want to be a scholar?

Tony calmly sat down behind Cassandra because there were bodyguards on both sides of her.

Cassandra winked at him. She was a good student. Although she didn't want to answer the professor's questions, she wouldn't talk casually in class.

She preferred art, but her curriculum was chosen by her mother.

The person who spoke to Tony first was the head of the bodyguard next to her. This bald white man looked much more talkative at this time than he did in the dark alley last night.

"I'm sorry for shocking you. I didn't know who you were at the time. Please don't let your dad kill me."

Tony was confused: "Don't worry, he is a legal businessman and will not kill anyone."

The strong man looked at him with a strange expression, as if he was looking at a fool who didn't understand anything. There was indescribable sympathy and pity in his eyes.

This confused Tony even more.

How could my father, who was always joking and having no formal appearance, kill someone? It's impossible even if you think about it.

He wanted to chat with the strong man, but he had already turned his head and looked like he was listening attentively. He even raised his hand to answer the professor's question.

"In Chapter 3, the overall theoretical basis for unified finance is to build a developed economy."

The words Tony wanted to ask were stuck in his throat, and he could only stare blankly at the back of the bald man. Do today’s mercenaries even understand economics? Isn't this a bodyguard but a tutor?

But thinking about how skillfully he used the electric baton last night, Tony would rather believe that he was a man of many talents.