The Death Knell

"That alone is not enough. There is also alcohol. Drinking in moderation is okay, but drinking too much is a problem."

Howard also became serious, pinched Tony's shoulders a few times, and looked at him deeply, as if to remember his appearance.

"It's all up to you. Let's leave quickly. What time are we meeting?"

Tony didn't notice his father's eyes. He broke away and ran to the closet to look for clothes. He hadn't seen Cassandra for several days, and now he felt impatient.

"This is an adult conversation between parents. Neither you nor her are allowed to go." Howard pushed the cabinet door open and leaned against it: "I haven't finished speaking yet. When your mother and I are away, you have to listen to Jia Do you understand what Weiss said?"

"Okay, okay, I'll remember it." Although Tony was a little regretful that he couldn't meet his girlfriend, his father's softening of attitude today was a good start, so he hurriedly agreed.

He didn't dare to talk back now because he was afraid that Howard would change his mind.

Howard sighed and shook his head: "Very good, I thought you would continue to cry. Is it worth it for a girl? I really can't do anything to you."

"I think it's worth it. She's different from others... I want to be with her." Tony wiped his face with some embarrassment: "This is different from before. I'm serious."

Originally, Tony wanted to escape the shackles of his family with Cassandra, but now he finds that family members are not unreasonable sometimes.

And it seems that my father is not a murderer, not as bad as he thought.

Howard turned around and left, leaving Maria talking to Tony: "I'll go outside and start the car first, you come down quickly."

Maria nodded and looked at Tony. She touched Tony's face and kissed his head.

This made Tony a little embarrassed, but he had always been much closer to his mother than his father. He lay in his mother's arms: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Maria shook her head with a smile, and there was a meaning in her eyes that Tony couldn't explain: "It's just that my little Tony has grown up and knows that he wants to marry a wife?"

"Ahem, why are you talking about this? It's something that hasn't happened yet." Tony was a little embarrassed and scratched his head.

"Then your father and I will leave. You have to take care of your home."

Maria said nothing more, just let go of him, waved her hand and left.

"I know, I'm not a child."

Tony pouted his lips impatiently. He was just going out, making himself as verbose as a three-year-old child.

Then he heard his mother's footsteps getting farther and farther, and he ran to the window and looked down. He saw his father driving a car, his mother got in, and the black limousine drove toward the outside of the manor.

Tony was very happy, his face full of longing for the future. He only hoped that when his father came back later today, he could bring him good news.

But what should you do during this time? Why not check out churches or hotels in New York.

The wedding must be well prepared. Tony kept rubbing his hands, eager to put Cassandra in a wedding dress the next second.

He has great confidence in Howard. His father can always achieve what he wants to achieve. Although he always doesn't want to admit this, it is the fact.

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

The next day, Tony came to the church as he wished, but it was nothing like what he had imagined.

This is not a wedding, but a funeral.

The funerals of both his parents.

Tony's eyes were blank. He moved a chair and sat at the door of the church drinking wine. He also turned a blind eye to the visiting guests and asked Jarvis to receive them.

Strangely, many of the bodyguards at my parents' funeral were the same bodyguards I had seen in New Zealand that day, including the man with a receding hairline and a bald head that looked like an Indian.

The kind-hearted young man with hair loss wanted to say a few words to Tony, but he received no response at all. Tony seemed to be out of body.

He just poured wine into his mouth mechanically, and then stared at the gray sky in a daze.

Sitwell dragged Coulson away, and the two walked in the church wearing black suits: "Don't disturb the family, the poor child looks like he has a mental breakdown."

"That's why I want to comfort him. Now is not the time for you to act stupid."

Coulson complained that as a classmate, he knew that the person next to him was best at playing dumb. But if anyone thinks Sitwell is stupid, that person is really stupid.

Sitwell pushed up his glasses and looked around, but except for the candles, there were no special eyes looking at them inside the church.

He lowered his voice: "Don't you think the director and his wife died too suddenly?"

Colson glanced at him with the corner of his eye, walked to the two empty coffins, laid flowers, and then left quickly: "What do you mean?"

Sitwell also laid a wreath, nodded to Jarvis on the side, and followed Colson.

"The accident investigation is an explosion caused by a car accident, but what kind of car accident can leave a person without even his ashes? And I heard..." His voice was lower, like a mosquito: "The person who crashed with him was The person he originally planned to meet was a Hydra family..."

"Shh!" Coulson covered Sitwell's mouth, dragged his classmate to a dark place before letting him go, and shouted in a low voice: "What nonsense! You accused him at the director's funeral You had contact with Hydra during your lifetime, you knew this would..."

Sitwell straightened his tie: "That's why I didn't say it everywhere. This is called pretending to be stupid. But I'm not the only one who knows this news. The last promotion order signed by the director before his death was about the two of us. Now for us For me, the most important thing is whether the new director recognizes this order. If the new director thinks we have a problem, you know..."

Coulson was unwilling to talk about this matter at the funeral of his former director. He joined S.H.I.E.L.D. because he admired Captain America and wanted to protect the people, not for a promotion or salary increase.

But there is nothing wrong with Sitwell's thinking. His family is in a difficult situation, and no one can argue that he is getting paid for his hard work.

Moreover, the two of them are very innocent. It would be too wishful to be implicated in Howard's accidental death, and they really need to save themselves.

So Coulson still pointed the way to Sitwell, a person to be precise. He was a black man wearing a black leather coat and a black eye patch, hiding in the darkness under the candlelight.

"That person will have a solution."

Sitwell didn't see the black man just now because he seemed to be invisible, but when the two secretly pointed at the black man, the other's eyes instantly turned to the two of them and stared at them.

After recognizing them as S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, Fury did not relax much, but came over to question the two.

"Position? Name?"

The two reported their information and took out the promotion order signed by Howard. Fury picked it up, glanced at it, and put away the order.

"Howard, ugh...when someone asks, just say you've been following me since the end of last year. Do you understand?"

"Understood! Thank you, sir." Coulson did not smile due to the occasion, but his tone was much more relaxed. Then he handed over a long box and handed it to Fury.

"What is this?" Fury took the box and opened it without haste.

Coulson scratched his head: "A gift for both of us, sir."

"It's not me who was promoted to director. The Security Council airborne someone. There's nothing to celebrate." Although Fury said so, he was still very happy to receive the gift. Since Valentina's defection, he has become A person with no expression.

However, he opened the box and took a look, then quickly closed it, looking at Coulson with one eye like a dead fish.

"So what is this?"

"Sir, these are thirty-six different colors of... prosthetic eyes." Coulson secretly pointed at Fury's eyepatch: "I think sir, you may need this. Different colors can be changed according to your mood. Wear it..."

He couldn't go on. Although Fury's face had always been dark, it was even darker now, as if he was going to eat two people.

"Sir, Coulson didn't mean to say you are blind." Sitwell explained for his classmate, but it sounded worse.

Fury took a deep breath, turned around and waved to the two of them to follow him:

"If this wasn't Howard's funeral, I would take out your intestines and hang them on the cross on the roof, but...it looks like you are ready to go out, which is good. You are limited to three o'clock in the afternoon. He arrived in Baghdad, the capital of Iraq, and lurked down to wait for the mission."

The two classmates looked at each other, feeling sad, as if they had made the wrong flattery and offended the leader on the first day. What should they do?