The Death Knell

After Natasha adjusted the driving settings, she turned to look at Fury and the two who were still standing aside.

"I'm a little curious. You hid everything from the captain, but you didn't hide it from Peggy's students. Aren't you afraid that Peggy would tell the captain if she found out?"

Fury pushed a puff of air out of his nostrils, maybe a faint laugh, and shook his head.

"Neither Paige nor Tieqi will tell Steve, because they are both agents and know what choices are truly for the benefit of mankind. My ability is far better than that of Kohler, and I have far more secrets than Kohler. The struggle between agents It will only be a matter of life and death, and Kohler is not qualified."

"Okay, it sounds like you want to split up with me. Do you need me to send you somewhere?"

Black Widow nodded indifferently and activated the plane's concealment device.

Luodan turned around and took Mei to the rear cabin: "Go to Agent Coulson's home. He was abducted by aliens. I need to go there to find clues and a rescue method."

"Go to the alien base to rescue your subordinates, huh?" Natasha blew her hair, and the wisp of red jumped in front of her: "Sometimes I really don't know whether you are a kind person or a careerist."

"I will always stand on the human side and do what I do best as an agent. It doesn't matter what kind of person I am, as long as you know that I am your boss."

Fury's voice came from far away, appearing very ethereal amidst the sound of the aircraft engine running.

Natasha smiled and shook her head. She pushed down the accelerator: "Okay, Director Fury, or...Director Fury?"

Hei Lu Dan was hiding in the dark corner of the cabin. His tone sounded a little happy: "It doesn't matter if the director is not the director, but I like to hear the Russian accent when you say these two words."

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At the same time, Tony, who took over his father's inheritance, once again woke up from the big bed of more than ten square meters. He shook his hungover head and stood up from his messy pink arms and legs.

He left his home in Long Island and transformed the top floor of the Stark Industries building in the center of Manhattan into his own residence.

Yesterday, he received an invitation from his father's old connections in the military. They wanted to invite Tony to visit some gamma ray wave experiment today.

It was said to be a visit, but it was actually a guide. Tony understood very well that his father was dead and he was now the best physicist in the United States. How could the scientists in the military compete with him in gamma ray knowledge?

However, in order to maintain the family's arms business, it is necessary to maintain a close relationship with the military, so let's save some face for them.

So even though Tony drank several bottles of wine at the party last night and brought home several beauties, he still woke up on time. The brain of a genius is different from that of ordinary people. If he wants to be on time, he can definitely do it.

He went to the bathroom to wash up, sprayed on the sexiest cologne, showed a flirtatious smile in the mirror, picked out the gum in his eyes and squeezed his eyes.

Put on a handsome suit and comb your hair like an adult.

"Tsk, he's so handsome. No wonder women love me."

But after saying this, the smile on his face gradually disappeared. He lowered his head and looked at the running water of the faucet, and washed his face silently.

My parents are dead and Cassandra has disappeared. How can I be loved by everyone?

He opened the medicine cabinet behind the mirror, took out antacids and took several pills until he felt like he was going to throw up.

After a while, he returned to the bedroom, opened the curtains, and drank coffee with the rising sun. He seemed to have noticed something invisible flying in the air just now. Was it a cloaking device?

But this was none of his business, he was still thinking about Cassandra, the woman who killed his parents.

It's like being poisoned. The more he hates her, the more he can't forget her. No matter what method he uses, she seems to be parasitic in his mind.

Tony rubbed his beard vigorously and let out a hissing sound. He hated himself for not living up to expectations.

At this time, perhaps the dazzling sunlight woke up the people on the bed. A smooth white beauty sat up, rubbing her blond hair. She half-covered her chest with a sheet, and said to Tony seductively:

"Hey, honey, why are you up so early? Come back soon."

Another black beauty sat up next to her and winked at Tony: "Yes, honey, come and have fun."

Another Asian beauty sat up next to the black man. She also twisted her shoulders and said coquettishly: "Come on! I'm so thirsty!"

In this regard, Tony was much more sober than Howard. He came to the bedside in a crisp suit, kissed the girls one by one, and then took out the check and wrote down a series of numbers.

"Although I really want to fight you all day long, I'm afraid those people in the Pentagon are still waiting for me to have breakfast together, so here is one hundred thousand dollars. You three can take it and divide it. I will contact you when I have time. ?”

Although he said it in a question, Tony simply took his tie away from the girls' hands, threw the check on the bed and turned to leave. When he reached the door, he suddenly turned around, as if he remembered something:

"Also, I made an appointment for housekeeping service in the morning. I hope you will have left by the time the cleaner comes, that's all."

He smiled and squeezed his mustache, and then hurried up to the rooftop, where a helicopter and its pilot were waiting for him, as well as his father's deputy, Obadiah Stane.

"Why are you here?" Obadiah came over with an eager look on his face: "My dear Tony, do you know how much of our sales the military accounts for every year?"

"60% of the company's arms orders are from the United States, and the other 30% are from NATO countries, as well as some retail shares." Tony put on his sunglasses and walked with the arrogance of disowning his relatives, completely ignoring Obama's desire to make peace with him. He hooked up and jumped directly onto the plane: "Do you only value the military's procurement volume and follow-up services? Or is it the preferential policies we receive as a defense enterprise?"

The helicopter's propeller made a lot of noise, and a look of uneasiness flashed across Obama's big face. He was actually interested in the kickbacks given to him by the military...

But it can't be said. He just followed the plane silently, took off the in-cabin headset used for conversation, and gave Tony a headset: "I have them all, Tony, the military invited you to visit the experiment today, you probably Do you understand what it means?"

"Of course, they want to inspect the goods to see if Stark Industries will have no new weapons without Howard." Tony kicked the chair in front of him to let the pilot take off, and took out a mirror to practice in line with ordinary people. Expected commercial fake smile: "I will let them know that I am more genius than my father. There are only super weapons that they can't think of. There is nothing I can't make."

Obadiah hurriedly laughed, but still carefully sang a counterargument: "I know, Tony, you are indeed a genius, but your father invented the nuclear bomb..."

Tony hated being told that he was not as good as Howard. He raised his hand to hold Obaday's mouth, and took out a bottle of foreign wine from the helicopter freezer with the other hand. He briefly looked at the brand, took a sip and used it as mouthwash. He raised his face and let the liquid move in his mouth for a few times, then spit it out.

Then he grabbed Obaday's tie and wiped his mouth with disdain: "Stop, that's just because he was born early. The elements for making nuclear bombs have long existed on the earth, so strictly speaking, nuclear bombs were not invented by humans, but It's been assembled, so I can do it."

Looking at Tony's arrogant and unworthy look, Obaday lowered his head silently and wiped his tie. This was a new one, a high-end silk tie produced by Wilson Enterprises, a $100,000 fantasy limited edition. So ruined by Tony.

But Tony is the current brand of Stark Industries. Without a scientist in charge, this arms company cannot continue to operate.

Obaday thought about his car, house, and the yacht he had recently bought for his 38th mistress, and thought he might as well endure it.

"You are right, Tony. I know you have been in a bad mood recently, but I beg you to be polite to the people in the military. Even if their scientists are completely unacceptable to you, don't be too mean."

Tony looked at the scenery outside the window and waved his hands casually: "Okay, I never have to communicate with idiots. If the military scientists are really hopelessly stupid, you will only see one with a decent smile. Be at peace with me. Now, my good uncle, tell us where are we going to meet my fans?”

Obaday covered his forehead. Sure enough, Tony had drunk too much when he accepted the invitation yesterday, but he still smiled and told his eldest nephew: "The National Defense University at Fort McNair in the western suburbs of Washington."

"McNair? Haha!" Tony couldn't help but laugh out loud. He patted his knees: "That's the Commander-in-Chief of the First Army Group, McNair, who was killed by his own plane during World War II? What idiot would use his Name the military academy after someone else? Do you want the students to learn how to be bombed by your own people?"

"That school was founded in 1976, so I guess it's Nixon."

Obadiah also laughed. The so-called President of the United States is nothing more than a puppet in front of the consortium. Everyone can make fun of them.

So thanks to his constant stream of presidential jokes, Tony was happy along the way, except that when it came to the relationship between Reagan and Jodie Foster, the plane unfortunately came up short.

As the propellers continued to slow down, the helicopter stopped on the lawn of the school playground. Tony scratched his head impatiently: "You will continue to tell me when you return. Now I have to make money for us."

"It's all up to you, fighter. We will earn 30% of next year's military expenditure."

Obaday patted Tony's shoulders with both hands, as if he were a humanoid mountain of gold.

Tony showed a confident and frivolous smile. He slapped Oba's hand away and raised his chin to adjust his clothes: "Then set a small goal first and earn him 10 billion."

It is indeed a small target, because according to the information obtained, in 1992, that is, next year, the U.S. military expenditure should be about 280 billion US dollars.

The two got off the plane, with money symbols in their eyes. Tony walked briskly, as if the death of his parents had not affected him at all, and shook hands with the general from the military enthusiastically.

"Tony Stark, the best engineer on Earth reporting to you, sir."

He told military jokes very frivolously and gave a strange salute, like a monkey.

However, the officer who received him did not smile, but shook his hand seriously: "Thaddeus E. Ross, Major General of the United States Army."