Five, Six, Seven in Marvel

"What do I do?"

Tony said: "Sit down first, yes, sit down in front of that rectangular table."

Wu Liuqi looked around, and the rectangular platform probably referred to the podium.

"I sat down, what next?"

Tony said: "Wave your hand and ask them to sit down with you."

Wu Liuqi coughed a few times.

He felt that it was not a good idea to do this. It was so cold on the ground and all the reporters were here. It might have taken them a long time to get here.

Maybe I even turned down a date with my girlfriend.

Lost five dollars on the subway.

I missed my child’s parent-teacher meeting.

Wu Liuqi thought for a moment and decided not to let them sit on the ground. We are all decent people.

He said to the fat uncle with a white beard standing next to him: "Go and find some stools for them. Don't let everyone stand."

The fat uncle immediately gave the order, and a few minutes later, everyone got a small white round stool.

"What should I do next?"

Tony on the other side of the phone pondered.

"I don't know. I never prepare a speech. You can express yourself freely first. I will call you depending on the situation. Anyway, you know my purpose. Just say it out. Also,

The white-bearded uncle next to me is my friend. He has always taken good care of me after my father left. If you can, I hope you give him a hug first."

Wu Liuqi raised his head and looked at everyone.

"Tony" at the press conference smiled and then gave the white-bearded uncle a hug.

"Obi, it's nice to see you again. You know, I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to my father."

...

"So, do you want to hear a joke? There is a place in China called Shaolin Temple..."

Tony roared in the communication: "Don't tell jokes!!! Damn cook!!"

"Forget it, you repeat what I say."

Tony in the car watched the live broadcast on the car TV, and his tone became serious, as if he was at the scene.

"My father...he is an arms dealer and a scientist. Yes, you all know him and understand him. In the United States, even elementary school children know my father. Of course, they must also know me."

Wu Liuqi repeated every word without missing a word.

"I have experienced a lot since I came back this time, and there is something I have always wanted to ask him."

"Twenty years ago, or thirty, forty years ago, I'm sorry, I don't remember when Stark Industries was established. What were his thoughts on the production of arms at that time?"

"Has he ever been conflicted or wavered?"

"Tony" looked at the reporters in the audience with surprisingly serious eyes, and the reporters were also recording quickly.

"Maybe he regrets it, yes, I think he must, if he can predict the future."

"Tony" paused and buried his head deeply at the same time. He looked uncomfortable, as if he was mourning for his dead friend.

After a moment, he raised his head and said slowly:

"I saw young fellow Americans being killed by the very weapons I used to protect them."

"Mr. Stark..."

"Sir..." Reporters kept raising their hands in the audience.

"Tony" ignored them and continued to talk to himself: "Assassins need other professions to disguise themselves to hide their true identities, and the same goes for weapons. It's not that they were born for peace, or that they are covered with

A cloak of peace so they don't kill anyone when they explode."

"I have never found out that I am a hypocrite from beginning to end. What we have to do for this world is to contribute more, rather than build something that will only explode."

"so..."

"I have decided to shut down the Stark Industries Weapons Manufacturing Division!"

"Effective immediately!!"

Uncle Whitebeard immediately grabbed him to prevent him from being surrounded by reporters who would arrive in the next second.

Tony witnessed everything from the other side.

The second half of what he said was not his, but what he meant was pretty much the same.

Shutting down the Stark Industrial Weapons Division is what he wants to do now until he can find another solution that serves the best interests of the government and his own ideas.

...

...

Half a month later.

Obi threw the blueprints in the faces of several engineers.

"This thing, an arc reactor!! Tony Stark was in the Middle East, a place where birds don't shit!! He made it with a bunch of broken missiles!! Now you already have it ready!! I just asked you to put it

Shrinking, why can’t we do this simple request??”

The researcher who was grabbed by his collar shook his head in frustration.

"Sorry, I'm not Tony Stark..."

A low and depressed voice came from the door, and Obi looked at the middle-aged man who suddenly arrived.

"Let me introduce you first. I'm Zemo. Although I don't know how to make an arc reactor, I can help you make a substitute with similar effects."

Obi asked: "I'm not interested in guys with unknown origins. If you want to cooperate, you'd better declare yourself first."

He held a black instrument in his hand and slowly approached Zemo. This was a concussive paralysis device, a product developed by Stark Industries three years ago. Unfortunately, it was not approved by Congress. Its function is to create a paralysis within a certain range.

Stand, as long as the person exists in the stand, the brain will be paralyzed immediately.

"Don't come near me with that outdated stuff, I know all about you."

Zemo looked at Obi with dark eyes.

"I'm just here to cooperate. I won't look for you again after it's over. I hope this brief encounter can be more pleasant."

Obi put away the instrument in his hand and asked with interest: "Tell me about your conditions."

Zemo took out a photo and said, "I know your true identity, help me kill this girl, don't cause a sensation, do it cleanly, and when it is done, I will give you what you want."

...

...

Wu Liuqi was lying next to the bed.

Sylvie is still in a coma, and he is the only person this girl can trust.

The wind was a bit cold tonight, and Wu Liuqi wanted to get up and close the window.

"—Whoosh!"

The silent bullet passed through the glass and hit Wu Liuqi directly on the chest. The blood dyed the white sweater red.

The sniper opposite the hospital smiled disdainfully, retreated the bullet, and fired a second shot at the hospital bed.

"—Whoosh!"

The silent bullet hit Sylvie, and Wu Liuqi fell to the ground. Looking at the sheets that were gradually stained red, he could not react at all. His eyelids gradually became heavier and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

The sniper on the roof gathered his equipment slowly.

A gust of wind blew by.

His hand was cut with a small cut, and the killer was confused for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, the same wound appeared on his neck. He fell down unwillingly, staring straight at the boy floating in front of him.

"You! How did you do that?"