Marvel Spy

Little Pepper said angrily: "Who are you lying to? If you really can't figure it out, then why are you wearing headphones?"

"I just thought they looked good on them, so I took them off and tried them on myself. Are these two headphones still the key? Oh, Miss Potts, don't look at me like that, I'm just a fool Orientals, if you think I am playing tricks, you think too highly of me."

Pepper suppressed the urge to swear, and then called Stark.

Unfortunately, Stark was in the basement workshop and quickly answered the phone. After Chili Pepper described the situation at the scene, he came to the living room above as quickly as possible.

"Don't panic, everyone. I have asked the housekeeper to call 911. The police and doctors will be here soon."

"Cormorants, cicadas, thank you for your professional protection, thank you very much."

Stark is not a person who doesn't know what is good or bad. In fact, he had doubts about Stan a long time ago, but he didn't have any evidence in his heart.

And he also knew in his heart that if someone wanted to play dirty tricks, it would be most convenient to go through Stan. After all, Stan had the authority to enter some important areas of the villa.

"But it should be fine now, can you please help me turn off the nerve paralysis device among them, it's very simple, just like turning off the car key..."

This time Zhang Xin didn't act like a monster. He quickly turned off the nerve paralysis device and threw it to Stark.

Then returned to Stark.

"Mr. Stark, the two of us have excellent working ability."

Stark squeezed out an ugly smile: "Of course, I will give you a big gift later."

"We have an old saying in Huaxia, just do what you like, which means that you can only give gifts to others if they like them, and then you are really giving gifts."

Huaxia's most famous saying should be to send goose feathers from thousands of miles away, and the gift is light and affectionate, but this sentence was automatically blocked by Zhang Xin.

Stark is now looking at Stan, his eyes are constantly burning, but he is still a western gentleman, so he can only forcefully say: "Oh, then what gift do you want?"

"I heard that Mr. Stark has a great weapons workshop. I want to customize a sniper rifle. The requirements are not high. It just needs to be able to penetrate tank armor, and it is best to be easy to carry."

Stark pursed his lips and said, "Your request is really unique. I can help you apply for the latest Barrett..."

"No, I want your special weapon, because I know you are the best weapon maker of this era."

Stark's expression turned ugly again: "What I make is not a weapon."

"I know, but I need a sniper rifle."

The two stared at each other, neither willing to back down.

Suddenly, there was a sound of deep breathing on the ground. Stan spit out a mouthful of blood, some blew blood from his nose, and finally turned over and lay on the floor, breathing heavily.

Then his two bodyguards also turned over, and the three of them lay in a row, screaming in pain, looking like salted fish.

Stan let out a long breath, then tilted his head and looked at Stark, his eyes full of tenderness: "Tony, I don't mean any harm."

"You can save this for the police."

Stan showed a pleading expression: "Tuni, don't do this, we are partners, remember? We are the best partners..."

Stark didn't speak, but his expression was full of stubbornness.

Stan then pointed his finger at Zhang Xin: "Don't trust the Easterners casually, they have the blood of conspirators flowing in their bones, and they will kill you."

Zhang Xin found a sofa, sat on it in the most comfortable position, and said, "Mr. Stan's birthday this year?"

Stan got up and sat on the opposite sofa with the help of two bodyguards who couldn't even stand upright.

"You brat, don't think that everything will be fine if you escape the disaster by chance. Things between us will not end that easily."

Zhang Xin was not angry, but said softly: "Actually, you just said that the Orientals are good at using intrigues and tricks. This statement is not completely wrong, but we prefer to call it the art of war... From the perspective of a pure Oriental Look, Stan, you're the most unrefined...well, superior I've ever met."

snort! Stan said I don't want to deal with you.

But Zhang Xin said to himself: "Let's not talk about those esoteric things anymore. What is the composition of an army? Generals, staff officers, heralds, commanders, low-level officers, and finally all kinds of soldiers. Including artillery, infantry and airmen... Your performance today, what do you think it looks like, I think it is more like an infantry with an assassination mission... You should have been a general, shouldn't you?"

"I still don't understand, so let's talk about chess. Have you ever played chess? It seems that you have played chess. On the chessboard, there are generals, ministers, soldiers, horses, cannons, soldiers and soldiers... Your performance is even more impressive. Like a pawn crossing the river... I originally thought that the person who cooperated with Mr. Stark was a powerful person no matter what, but your performance disappointed me... How did you become Mr. Stark's partner? What do you rely on? Pi eyes?"

Stark scolded angrily: "Cormorant, you are going too far."

Zhang Xin suddenly realized that after all, Stan relied on his relationship with Stark's father to become the second in command of Stark Industries, so Zhang Xin's last sentence just now was actually not only humiliating Stan, but also offending Stark. Tucker's father.

"Okay, then I won't say anything."

Soon the police and doctors arrived, and a group of men in black came with them. They looked like Stark Industries security personnel. They handcuffed Stan and carried him away on a stretcher.

The other two did the same thing.

After all three people were dragged away, a security guard suddenly stepped forward and said, "Mr. Cormorant, please hand over the nerve paralysis device, which is the property of Stark Industries."

Zhang Xin kicked him without hesitation, kicking him flying at least five meters away, knocking down many other security personnel on the way.

In an instant, the sound of guns being drawn rang out. Facing a large black hole in the muzzle, Zhang Xin looked at Stark and said, "What do you say?"

Stark took a deep look at Zhang Xin, then waved his hand to make all the bodyguards retreat.

"Mr. Cormorant, don't be too careful, they are protecting the interests of Stark Industries."

Zhang Xin smiled, but the smile was a bit cold: "I know, so I spared his life, didn't I? That's all, let's do this first, I'll rest first, you should have other things, I won't bother you. "

After speaking, he turned and walked forward, returning to the door of the guest room.

Pepper couldn't help shouting: "Cormorant, don't forget that your duty is to protect Mr. Stark."

"But I'm not his bodyguard... By the way, Tony, don't forget the gift you promised."

After speaking, without waiting for Iron Man to respond, he closed the door of the guest room without hesitation.

Iron Man originally wanted to say that he didn't agree, but when he thought that this guy really protected him, he felt that it was inappropriate to reject him so forcefully.

Before he could think clearly, he saw Cicada forcefully opened the door of Zhang Xin's room and got into Zhang Xin's room.

Behind the door, Cicada forced Zhang Xin into the corner and said expressionlessly: "What exactly do you want to do?"

Zhang Xin said with a hippie smile, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't think I can't hear it, you have been urging Stan to continue to fight against Tony Stark just now, and even helped him figure out a plan..."

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