Meiman: I became Tony's younger brother

Chapter 236

Lak raised his legs to rest on the coffee table, leaned back, and found a comfortable angle to lie down halfway.

He has always been very casual when there are no outsiders.

"Leaving this aside, Asgard's technological level is much higher than that of Earth. Loki just needs to take out one of them as a benefit. There are many people in the world who want to drill here."

"What is he doing during this time, working hard? Recruiting troops to prepare for war? Improving strength?"

Before going to the South Pacific last time, Rocky said that the embassy had something to deal with and left in a hurry.

After returning from the mysterious island, Eve left the next day, and he didn't have time to ask what happened.

By the way, someone seems to be greedy for the gold card in his hand?

Unexpectedly, when Hawkeye heard this question, he burst out laughing, and then he felt impolite, so he suppressed his laughter, but his shoulders couldn't stop shaking.

"Puff...Kuku, boss...you can guess what he's doing."

Lak became interested: "What a strange thing, it can actually let you, a professional agent, break through the defenses. Let's hear it."

"Don't tell me, you can guess for yourself, it's easy to guess."

"A drama."

"Wrong... Hey, boss, you guessed it right."

Hawkeye was surprised, he thought the boss would talk about making a movie.

After all, no one likes drama, except for old guys who are about to die, or a group of people who pretend to be serious.

"Tch, it's hard to guess, don't forget that I have been to Asgard, their technology and system are reversed in two levels, and drama performances are quite popular among flat names and nobles, and there are even people who specialize in this industry." actor."

Lak didn't care on the surface, but he was still a little proud in his heart, shaking his toes:
"Is the content of the drama about him going through untold hardships to break into the alien fleet, and at the critical moment, King of Power's madness to save the earth?"

"Yes, all hits."

Hawkeye nodded yes.

New York SHIELD has conducted a psychological profile of Loki's character. The data show that he is extremely conceited, arrogant, and likes to show off. At the same time, he seems to have different... feelings for his brother Thor?
At that time, several psychologists who came to this conclusion thought that their brains were trapped by the door, and they made a mistake.

A new batch of people was urgently profiled again, and the answer was the same as above.

Everyone suddenly took a breath of air-your circle is really chaotic!
And then...then the files were burned by Hill.

She found out the truth from Lark.

"It's boring, no, is there any role for me in it?"

Lak shook his head first, then asked back.

Although all the high-level officials know that he is a ball traitor, ordinary people don't.

Fame is useless when it is useless, and it will drag you down in turn.

But in critical moments, it is still very useful.

It is the same principle that water can carry a boat and capsize it.

Hawkeye: "Of course... No, according to my gossip, the show is called "The Man From Asgard". Except for the protagonist, they are all passers-by."

"Uh... this is Loki."

The second prince of Asgard killed his brother (failed) and killed his father (failed). After all kinds of hardships, he finally ascended to the throne, full of ambitions and finally had the opportunity to implement.

He mobilized the power of the whole country, mobilized all materials, and waved his arms with Ling Yun's ambition:
"The three armies are ordered to start filming dramas from now on!!!"

This scene was too weird, and Lak couldn't find anything to complain about, so he could only give a thumbs up and show an international gesture.

Bull 13!

Just when Lark thought it was over, Hawkeye suddenly gave a big news.

"Rocky invited the famous director James Cameron to invest [-] million US dollars to put the play on the big screen and sell it all over the world."

"Boom!"

Lak wiped the ashes from his buttocks, sat back on the sofa, and waved his hand to indicate if there was any more.

Hawkeye shook his head to indicate that there was no more.

Lakshe took a breath and said with emotion: "This is a good idea. It will not only let people all over the world know him, but also let the federal government relax its vigilance, so that the nuclear bomb will not be lifted into the sky someday."

Hawkeye agrees: "Indeed, at first Commander Hill was worried that Loki would not be willing to be alone, and wanted to conquer the Federation, or the Earth, but now it seems completely redundant."

No, I want some things very much when I don’t have them. When I really get them, I throw them in the corner to eat ashes as soon as the novelty wears off.

Until I saw its "corpse" one day, "Oh, so I bought this thing", and then threw it into the trash can.

It's true.

In view of the embarrassing situation of overturning the car and falling off the sofa just now, Lark sat up straight this time honestly.

"I know about Loki's news, now let's talk about the situation of your branch."

As soon as Hawkeye heard that the conversation was serious, he also put away his laughing expression just now, got up again and took out a document from the cabinet...

A full five centimeters thick.

"Snapped!"

Lak's little heart trembled at the same time as the desktop, his little finger pushed the document away without a trace, and he took a sip of coffee to suppress his shock:

"You can dictate the general situation, and I will listen casually."

Hawkeye: I don't want to turn it over either.

"..."

The two stared at each other, and Clint was finally defeated by the golden light because his eyes were not as bright as Lak's.

Reluctantly, he picked up the thick report, turned it over and covered it on the table, picked up the last brief report, and started to read.

Fortunately, I had prepared early, otherwise today would be a bad day.

"Ahem, after the establishment of the embassy, ​​Loki abolished most of the original laws of Washington, D.C. and the Federation, and added most of the Asgard clauses. There is only one core idea. Loki is the supreme leader of this country. Disrespect to the king, or be dispatched to the border—that is, to mine at the border with other states.

The above is the beginning of it all.

There are good and bad clauses. Of course, the federal people who are used to freedom are not satisfied. Some people habitually organize parades, but the guards use tear gas to disperse them, and then dispatch small aircraft to catch them all and send them to mining.

After three strong measures, Hiragana in Washington, D.C. finally stopped for a while, and then Rocky's people found us, and the two sides cooperated to set up a law enforcement agency.
At the same time, the palace took out a medical cabin that could cure 90.00% of the diseases, saying that people who lived in the embassy (that is, the former Washington DC) within one year can participate in the lottery for free treatment in the second year.

In order to demonstrate the effect, they randomly selected a seriously ill mother for treatment on the same day. After three to 10 minutes, after the diagnosis of the authoritative medical team on site, her illness was indeed cured, and there were no side effects.

After seeing the effect, many wealthy people suddenly asked: Can terminal illnesses like cancer be cured?

The palace responded that it could be weakened by [-]%.

Although the expected answer was not obtained, the weakening of [-]% has exceeded the imagination of many people.

So no matter the rich or the poor, they all stayed, hoping to become the unique lucky one.

So far, the embassy has finally stabilized, our pressure has been greatly reduced, and the difficulty of maintaining law and order has been greatly reduced. "

After reading the last sentence, Hawkeye put down the report and took a sip of water to moisten his throat.

Lark on the opposite side kept thinking.

When he first came in, Hawkeye said that people kept moving out of the embassy and went to other cities, but the report said that the civilians chose to stay.

At first glance, it seems contradictory and logically illogical.

It's actually very easy to explain.

Drawing lucky ones for medical treatment and buying lottery tickets are of the same nature. Is the bonus of tens of millions enough?Are you happy?
many!Cool!
But how many places are there?

One in a million people, the probability is too low.

As long as there is some capital, no one will be stupid and wait for the pie to fall from the sky before reaching the stage of betting their lives with God.

Lak breathed a sigh of relief after the analysis, and everything seems to be going well so far.

"Okay, I understand everything that needs to be understood. Let's go first. Anyway, you can contact Hill at any time if you have something to do. If she can't solve it, she will transfer it to me."

Lark stood up and adjusted his clothes, stopped Hawkeye's movement to get up, and walked outside by himself.

He hasn't reached the point where he needs his subordinates to open the door to show his style.

As soon as the door was closed, a round little white rabbit "Duang" "Duang" "Duang" jumped over, hugged its arms and shook it a few times.

"Is the matter over?" Daisy said with a wide-eyed smile.

Lark adjusted his position to balance the pressure on the left and right sides: "Well, it's over."

"Then are you going to go back now, or I will show you around, there are many Asgardian-style things in the city."

Daisy said but didn't wait for Lak to agree, and dragged him outside.

When they passed the corner, they held their heads high and held their chests high, making several pretty girls tremble with anger.

"Damn it, it's too arrogant."

"Yes, big breasts are great. The boss is not such a vulgar person. He likes interesting souls."

The others looked down at their stalwart chest, then at her penniless washboard, and quietly pulled back.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped at the Asgard shopping street.

After getting out of the car, Lak could not help but slap himself hard, tell me, why did you promise so quickly.

A woman shopping in the mall, is that a woman, that is Superman.

24 hours continuous rotation, no heavy samples.

But...she gave too much.

Feeling the warmth from his arms, Lak decided to go all out today, wouldn't he just lay down his life to play with the ball... Ah bah, lay down his life to stay with the woman,

Two more!

The next day,

On the second day,
On the third day,
the fourth day,
the seventh day.

Lark had been staying at the embassy and hadn't gone anywhere.

……

New York, Stark Industries.

After a week of all-night confrontation, the people in the anti-monopoly department were superior and won the victory.

At this point the final signing (show off time) is taking place.

It's a bitter experience since being defeated by a middle-aged man who doesn't speak martial arts that day.

Get up at five o'clock every morning, trot one kilometer to the gym to push iron, go home at nine o'clock to wash up, and show off two taels of protein powder after work.

After get off work at [-]:[-] p.m., go to the gym to push iron for two hours, and then get two taels of protein powder with five eggs when I get home.

In his words, if you want to grow biceps in a week, you must take strong medicine.

The hard work paid off, and after a week of devil training, he really developed his biceps... pimples.

For this reason, his already precarious hair failed to withstand this test and left him.

"Swipe!"

Mediterranean calmly put down the pen, stood up and held out his hand with a friendly face, and his arm swelled slightly:

"Hahaha, I'm sorry, I don't know why recently, the fitness effect is so good, the muscles are rising up, and I can't stop if I want to; I'm sorry to scare you."

He said so, but kept holding his hand, refusing to let go.

The others marveled at his shamelessness, bowed their heads and acted deaf and dumb.

After trying with a friendly face, he failed to pull his hand out. He scanned the surrounding crowd, and reluctantly pushed the document to the assistant.

He laughed and said, "Coincidentally, since I finished flattening the little trash that day, my training experience has greatly improved, and my body fat rate has dropped by two percentage points accidentally."

After the words fell, both sides increased their strength at the same time, the skin suddenly turned red, and the joints creaked.

Hearing the start of the match, everyone who had just wandered off immediately turned their heads and watched the duel between the handsome man and the greasy man with great interest.

For three seconds, Mediterranean looked normal.

For five seconds, Mediterranean breathing accelerated.

In 10 seconds, Mediterranean blood surged up, and his face was blood red.

For 20 seconds, Mediterranean had a ferocious face, his arms drooped, and his body gradually bent.

In 25 seconds, just as he was about to beg for mercy, the iron hand suddenly let go, and the blood found an opportunity to rush faster, and finally hugged a hand.

He turned around and stood side by side with him with a friendly face, still smiling and said to the crowd: "I admire, Director Ike is really good, this battle is a draw."

After three seconds of silence, the office burst into applause.

The Mediterranean came back to tears of gratitude.

Woohoo, he obviously won this round, but he didn't expect to let me go at the last moment,
He is so gentle,

I cried to death.

Woo woo woo.

After taking pictures, he sent them downstairs on behalf of Stark Industries with a friendly face, and watched the bus drive out of the park and disappear at the end of the road.

Next to it, the reporter who had been squatting for a long time frantically clicked on the flashlight, and recorded this touching scene. After thinking about the title, he called:
Big-hearted Stark.

A professional assistant in a suit came out from behind with small steps, handed a piece of paper with a friendly face, and whispered in his ear:
"Minister, the technical department is ready, you can start performing."

"Okay, wait, what is performance, I mean tell the truth, do you understand?"

"Understand, understand, tell the truth, what the minister says is what it is."

With a friendly face, he took over and drove away the little assistant, stepped on the small wooden pier that was temporarily moved, and coughed twice to attract the attention of outside reporters.

"Cough cough."

The reporters had packed up their things and were about to leave. Seeing this scene, they guessed that Representative Stark had something to say, so they immediately took out their stuff and went to the gate.

"Minister Anders, are you going to announce the results of the week-long negotiations? Did Stark Industries win? Or the antitrust department?"

"Minister Andema..."

"Minister Andema..."

Under Armor lowered his hands, and after the crowd quieted down, he said, "I'll answer your first answer first. In this negotiation, the two sides adhere to the common concept of mutual benefit and win-win, and promote the progress of the world, and cooperate... "

The reporters listened with gusto to the classic official rhetoric. On the surface, it was all nonsense, but secretly revealed a key message:
Stark Industries lost.

According to past traditions, if Stark Industries wins, the official website has already hung a victory gesture.

Just when they were about to go back and publicize the failure of the Stark Industries negotiations, Minister Andema dropped a blockbuster:
"Stark Industries officially launched the second smartphone operating system - Android, and held a bidding ceremony a week later, the highest bidder wins."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left, leaving the reporters with faces... flushing.

(End of this chapter)