The Death Knell

Two days later, just as Cassandra had said, they were back in Cambridge.

As if the incident had never happened, Cassandra continued to attend class, while Tony lay idle in the rented house, waiting for her to come back from get out of class to 'try again'.

In fact, they have tried many times in the past two days, and the result... at least ruled out the suspicion of painkillers.

Tony loved her so much that every time he looked into her eyes and face, he felt as if their souls were connected, and then he couldn't help but shudder.

There has been some progress, from less than three minutes before, to now I can hold on for three minutes. She said this is the result of exercise, and one day she can reach five minutes.

However, Tony was still a little unhappy. He began to reflect on whether he had played too crazy in the past. Is there something wrong with your body?

However, just as he was lying on the bed holding a wine bottle and worrying about gains and losses, the door of the rental house was kicked open!

A man with neatly combed white hair and a mustache came in with a group of bodyguards. He looked at Tony with worry and anger in his eyes.

"Dad?" Tony grabbed the sheets and covered his chest like a wife who had been caught in rape.

Howard grabbed the clothes and pants from the bed and threw them in Tony's face, and said angrily: "Put on your clothes! Follow me!"

Naturally, he didn't have a good tone. Deathstroke was always harassing him with satellite phone calls these days, and he kept reporting on Tony's achievements.

Something like two minutes and six, two points and one zero, two and a half, etc., gave Howard a headache.

Although the satellite is owned by Stark Industries, you can't just occupy the lines and computing power and say these boring things. Saying it once is enough. What's the conspiracy of saying it so many times? Is he planning to sell drugs to Tony through himself?

"I won't leave! I'm at home now, and I have a fiancée!" Tony lay back, he wanted to stay in bed.

"I knew you were smart, but I didn't expect you to be so naive." Howard said expressionlessly, turning to the bodyguard beside him: "Put his pants on and drag him to my car."

Facing dozens of strong men, Tony's resistance was useless. These were the bodyguards at his mother's house. They all knew what kind of person the young master was.

So no matter how much he resists and cheats, they are just working, and the employer will not deduct their money because of this.

"What are you doing here? Why did you come to me?"

Tony looked hopeless, his arms really couldn't hold his thighs, he should have hired some bodyguards.

"I said you were smart because I thought you could figure it out on your own."

Howard turned around and walked out of the room first. The house Tony rented was quite big, and the high-end apartments in the UK were indeed luxurious.

Tony was put on his pants by the bodyguards and rolled up in a sheet. He was carried on several people's shoulders like a burrito. Only his greasy shawl hair was still wandering with the steps of the bodyguards.

"You sent someone to follow me again, right? This is the thousandth time!" Tony shouted self-defeatingly.

Tony felt like he had been living in Howard's shadow for as long as he could remember. No matter where he went, his father's people were watching him.

Howard knew when he fell and where he played in the mud as a child.

He stared at himself like a prisoner, staring so hard that Tony felt like he couldn't breathe, and he was going crazy.

And the most important thing is that it is not his parents who are keeping an eye on him in person, which might feel better, but his father hired a group of strangers to keep an eye on him all the time.

This is really too perverted and twisted.

"Yes, that's right, but besides that you're in the news." Howard was not shy about sending people to follow Tony: "Hydra attacked a world-renowned terrorist arms dealer on the streets of Cambridgeshire, England. CCTV captured everything and CNN reported it on the news."

"This... I really don't know. Is CNN so idle? They have to report on speeding assassinations. I thought they were a responsible media."

Tony stuttered, but still talked back out of habit.

Howard sighed. He felt like he had a terrible headache. He agreed to Deathstroke to work on an alien planet in exchange for Tony not being negotiated by the yellow and black devil. But this kid didn't make anyone worry at all.

"Because you are my Howard's son, and the Jasper family is our family's business rival. In addition, 60% of terrorists in the world currently buy weapons from their family. Countless good people have lost their lives and innocent people have fallen." Under those weapons, they are also murderers."

Tony shook his head that was exposed outside the sheets, and his hair was like kelp: "Even so, they just did what businessmen should do. Stark Industries gave up the South American market and the African market because you were unwilling to cooperate with The warlords who hold diamonds and tobacco over there are doing business. So it is understandable that Jasper Industries has taken over these markets. There is no direct conflict of interest between their family and ours, Dad."

He got along well with Ms. Jasper, and Tony felt that there might be some misunderstanding between the two families. He wanted to have a good talk with Howard, and then introduce Cassandra to his father.

Howard stopped and looked at Tony with strange eyes: "It has nothing to do with profit, kid, when you sell weapons to the devil, and the devil uses them to kill people, then as the person who provided the weapons, you are the same murderer."

Howard learned this principle from Dr. Erskine. Dr. Erskine has been regretting developing the SSS serum for the past two years because the world has become extremely chaotic because of this serum.

Originally, he only wanted to escape from the clutches of the Nazis, so he agreed to the US government's rescue plan and produced serum for them.

But now it seems that Death Knell got it right forty years ago. Americans and Germans are the same. They simply cannot use this power for good.

Among all the serum injectors, only Captain America Steve is a good man. He uses this power to protect the weak.

And all the second-generation modified soldiers created by the U.S. military using his blood are all tools to achieve hegemony. They are weapons for killing people, not shields.

Last year, in 1990, the Gulf War broke out. Dr. Erskine saw from the spider web intelligence how the second-generation modified warriors of the United States were killing civilians wantonly in the Gulf countries.

They were all sanctimonious, wearing uniforms with stars and stripes, but the things they did were even more cold-blooded and ruthless than the Nazis back then.

As long as they were suspected of being hostile, whether they were old people, women or children, they would kill them.

No suspicion? Kill them too, but you have to play for a while before killing them to give them some hope of living. Watch those people try their best to please you, and then laugh loudly and pull up their pants and twist their heads off.

The entertainment projects of American soldiers are always very creative, such as head football, lower body boomerang, etc. The super soldiers have a great time playing.

Dr. Erskine has said that his serum will make the person who injects it ‘the better the better and the worse the worse’.

The U.S. military may have listened. They selected people who were good to the United States but bad to outsiders to be rehabilitated. They felt that such beasts were qualified soldiers.

The sky was bombarded by NATO aircraft, and the vanguard advance of super soldiers on the ground was like locusts. Every room in their path was empty, and even Saddam had his anus exploded by the soldiers.

Those guys were really demons in human form, and Dr. Erskine felt like he was the one who unleashed the demon.

He has been feeling guilty since then and has no intention of taking care of the pineapple.

Ever since he met Dr. Erskine about Arnold that year, Howard always went to Caho Island to chat with the old man when he had time. After all, he also had to consider what fruits to choose to support himself after retirement.

So after he noticed that Erskine was not in a good mood last year, the two talked a lot together, and those words were also very meaningful to Howard as an arms dealer.

If Howard had not sold weapons to terrorists because of SHIELD's position in the past, then since last year, he felt that as a human being, he should not do that. There is no reason for humans to help others against humanity.

But now Tony couldn't understand what that meant at all.

Tony turned his head away from Howard and curled his lips disdainfully:

"So it's still a matter of business. Those who kill people are those who use weapons. What does it have to do with us businessmen who make weapons? Admit it, Dad, you are just jealous of Ms. Jasper's sales network, or you are holding something in mind, 'I didn't get it. No one else can even think of getting our business!’ mentality?”

"Haha, you're right, my son is so funny." Howard smiled at Tony, then suddenly lowered his face and said to the bodyguard: "Put him back in the car!"

"No! Let me go! Help!"

Tony squirmed like a bug, and at the same time he was still calling for help from the students who happened to pass by the roadside. However, it was of no use. Who would rush into a group of bodyguards to save someone?

What's more, in order to guard against Leviathan and Hydra, Howard ambushed S.H.I.E.L.D. agents in the dark. If someone really jumped out, then his suspicion would be confirmed, and he wished it would be like that.

But until Tony was placed in the back seat of the limousine and the sheets were removed, no one came to save him. The car started quickly and drove to the airport, and everything was peaceful.

Howard looked down at his boots. He was the kind of person who liked to wear cowboy boots under his suit. He took out a glass of liquid from the car refrigerator. It was purple and he didn't know what kind of potion it was, and handed it to Tony.

"Drink it. It will be good for your shoulder. When I get back to the United States, I will find a real doctor to treat you, not the black doctor here in Europe who only knows bloodletting."

Tony took the cup, but it was not the strong liquor he imagined. Instead, it had a grassy smell that was so unpleasant that it made him stick out his tongue.

"I don't even know what you are talking about. German doctors are very skilled."

Howard ignored him. Tony's wrong views made him decide to keep a close eye on him in the future. He still wanted to talk about the Jasper family.

"You reminded me of the surgery the Germans performed on you. I will arrange a full-body scan for you when you return... Do you know what a honeypot is? That's a term in the spy industry. Beautiful girls charm men. , letting him do whatever she wants, when she wants.”

Tony felt that his father was really neurotic. What did this have to do with spies? Just because Hydra appears, do we have to use the same tactics as World War II? It's too ridiculous.

"I chased her, and this isn't some spy story you made up in a bad movie."

As he spoke, he laughed, his laughter full of fearlessness and contempt for the old man.

However, Howard didn't laugh. He just looked at Tony and said meaningfully: "Isn't it? Let's think back. Did Hydra attack you?"

Tony was a little vague about what happened the night before yesterday. He remembered it that way, but he always felt that he couldn't remember it clearly. Maybe it was because he drank too much German liquor that day, and he felt that many things were hazy.

However, he would not show his doubts. When Howard asked the question, he stiffened his neck: "Of course, they shouted Long Live Hydra, I heard it clearly!"