The ghostly brave man mixed in American comics

"Toot

toot..." The livid-faced Stark heard the busy tone coming from the phone and threw the phone aside in annoyance.

Shit！

When did you ever get hung up?

I, Tony Stark, did me a small favor mercifully, and even fucking hung up on me without thanking me?

At this time, Stark suddenly regretted a little.

"Tony? What happened to you? Why suddenly arrange a plane to Croatia? Personal secretary Pepper Potts walked into the bedroom of a luxury private jet with a document and felt puzzled when he saw the expression of his boss.

Who provoked him again?

Stark waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, but he thought about it and said: "By the way, Pepper, Ethan, you must help me take good care of it, if not for him I will die, and help me hold a press conference tomorrow."

Pepper nodded: "So anxious? Don't you take two days off first? But Dr. Ethan had already left, he said he wanted to go home, I bought him a ticket, and he refused any help we offered. "

What?"

Stark was stunned, obviously after getting off the plane, he said that he would stay in the United States to assist him in developing steel armor, why didn't he suddenly say goodbye?

Rubbing his somewhat dry eyes, Stark took the whiskey that Pepper handed over and took a sip, he probably understood something, Ethan has a family, it's normal to want to go back and see it after escaping, and wait for him to go to see him later.

"It's okay, let him go, it's enough to rest today, some things can't be delayed for too long, just tomorrow morning, and let Harpy bring me two cheeseburgers when he comes back."

Seeing that his boss had made a decision, in the end, Pepper went according to his arrangement, put down the documents in his hand and left the bedroom.

Instead of flipping through what she had left behind, Stark fell into his own thoughts, and a few minutes later he spoke again: "Jarvis, create a new index of project files, the name is Mark 2."

"Okay, Sir, is this project going to be saved in the company's central database?"

Stark, who heard the question, hesitated.

With his IQ, it is not impossible to guess that there is a problem in the company, and he thinks left and right in the past few days.

As the world's largest arms dealer, billionaire, playboy, genius and other titles in one, his route out is absolutely safe and confidential, unless he suddenly wants to go out on his own.

And those terrorists know about the Jackoli missile.

"No, deposit it into my private server, as for the rest, let's go back to the incubation room."

"Yes, Sir, welcome back."

......

Hunting means killing or hunting wild animals.

American hunting culture originated when European immigrants first arrived in North America to hunt in the wild in search of food and clothing.

Today, "hunting" has become a civilian sport in the United States, and everyone from the president to the common people can enjoy the fun of hunting equally.

To obtain prey, hunters must use certain hunting tools and methods to achieve the purpose of hunting birds and beasts.

For example, it includes hunting rifles, hunting dogs, hunting birds, various automatic hunting tools, etc., as well as methods such as hunting, patrolling, ambush hunting, concealment, and lure.

In economically developed countries, hunting enthusiasts are considerable. They regarded hunting as a noble pastime, and did not hesitate to travel long distances at great expense to engage in hunting tourism.

Perhaps because they feel that hunting animals are too monotonous and have not been satisfied, some people have replaced their hunting goals with - people.

Warm sunlight falls on the earth.

Max, who was exposed to the sun, opened his eyes, which were bloodshot.

After sitting up, Max touched his mouth, was bound by a cylindrical object, could not speak clearly, reached out and touched the back of his head, and a lock, which could not be removed at all.

Where is this? How could he be in the woods himself?

She struggled to remember what had happened before, and she was holding Tom in the living room watching TV. Then Tom got into a fight with the people who suddenly appeared, and went out with a fight against them.

He was taken away by another stranger who appeared, and he couldn't break free no matter how he resisted, and finally fainted.

Who are those people? Why arrest me? Now what?

Max, who was a little drowsy, saw someone passing by not far away, and her mouth was also bound, so she quickly stumbled up and followed.

After walking through a modest wood, there was a green meadow in front of her, looking vibrant, but Max didn't have time to enjoy the view, she had to figure out what was going on.

At this time, there was a huge wooden box in the middle of the meadow, and no one knew what it contained.

Dozens of meters nearby, people have appeared one after another, both men and women, and their mouths have been blocked.

It also seemed that they also did not know where they were or how they got here, because Max also saw the dazed look on their faces.

The closest to her was a woman with blonde hair and a light blue yoga suit.

She looked at least better at the other five big men and three thick men.

Max quickly ran to the other party and asked indistinctly: "Hello, excuse me, do you know where this is?"

The woman looked at her, her eyes were also full of doubt, and she shook her head and said, "I don't know where this is." Then she glanced at Max a few more times, seemingly wondering why there was a child here.

Max, who was a little disappointed, was a little at a loss at this time, not knowing what to do.

Not far away, a man in a hat approached the wooden box and tried to open it, while not far away there was also a strange man with a big belly shouting to stop it.

The indistinct tone seemed to dissuade the man from destroying the wooden box. At this moment, the woman standing next to Max suddenly took her hand, quickly ran to the side, and hid behind a large tree.

"He... Say...... Possible...... There are bombs! The woman's voice was low and intermittent, but Max could barely understand it.

The hat man did not care about the dissuasion of others, and took the crowbar on the wooden box and began to pry up the wooden box.

As if deliberately in order for them to open, the unsturdy wooden box was pried open by him, and the hat man raised the square wooden board and threw it aside.

The bomb that everyone imagined did not appear, and surprisingly, a pig dressed in clothes ran out of it.

The hat man seemed to have discovered something at this time, reached into the wooden box and pulled out a weapon rack, where various weapons were placed.

The people around them noticed that there was no danger and ran towards the wooden box, and Max and the woman looked at each other and also went towards the wooden box.

When passing the planks removed from the box, Max's footsteps suddenly stopped, and she found a small bag attached to the back of the planks that had been thrown aside, so she crouched down and carefully picked it up and opened it.

There is a key inside.