I'm rubbing the masked knight in the United States

The bright moon dimmed, and the sky lit up again. Many people woke up from their sleep, but there were also those who stayed awake all night.

James Matilda, chairman of Motor Food Group, sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in his office, looking at the sky outside the window as it gradually brightened with red bloodshot eyes.

At first it was a hazy light, without the sun, but I felt that the sky was slightly brighter, the stars were no longer twinkling, and the outline of the moon gradually blurred.

The light became brighter, and the clouds floating across the east were dyed with a layer of golden light. Under this light, the street finally lit up, adding light and color to the darkness bit by bit.

Finally, when a gust of wind caused the clouds to speed up, the sun finally revealed its golden outline. The light shone down, and the whole city suddenly came alive.

The crowds are bustling and the traffic is surging.

When the sun's light shines on his face through the floor-to-ceiling windows, old Matilda involuntarily sheds a cloudy tear.

"Why haven't I seen such a scene before?" Old Matilda could only think like this as she could no longer think of any gorgeous words in her exhausted mind.

Motor Food Group was not as brilliant as Stark Industries, Wayne Group, Frost Electronics and other perverts in the past, but it was only second to them. He could not enter their territory, and they could not easily move from his territory. Prey.

Motor Food Group is such a brilliant, but just like its former partner dodo, they have also entered the twilight period of decline.

The same.

Obviously just a few months ago, they were all unparalleled in glory, with power in their hands like underground emperors, and their lives like gods on the ground.

It was still the same a few months ago.

But all of a sudden, everything changed, and for no apparent reason, it disappeared.

A few days ago, I received news that the last remnant of Dodo was sent to prison. This once glorious underground organization has completely disappeared.

And the motor is just lingering.

A few mistakes in business don't matter at all. It's nonsense to talk nonsense when the company has made great strides in the transformation period. Behind him is a huge organization that almost controls the entire earth. The so-called difficulties in business have never existed.

The real difficulty is the sudden disappearance of the Santa Prisca Island research base.

Yes, it disappeared suddenly, using the word "disappeared", no one knew what happened, and everyone wanted to know what happened, so the Motor Group, which was most closely connected with Santa Prisca Island, became the bait .

Originally, even if the research at the Santa Prisca Island Research Base failed, the motor company just needed to transform and become a subordinate of other bases, just like it did before.

But the Santa Prisca Island research base disappeared, and no one knows whether it was destroyed or captured.

Because of this uncertainty, they will not take the risk of transforming the motor company. Predators are watching from behind, ready to devour and rebirth. The plan, property, and industry status will not be affected, and the only one that will be affected It was him, the downline who might have been exposed.

They wouldn't believe the mouths of living people, he knew, but he couldn't do anything, just as he once believed how strong his position was, now he had to believe that no matter what he did, he couldn't escape their palms.

The only way to survive is that they are using the motor company as bait for fishing. As long as the fish appears, he still has a chance of survival.

And he obviously can't influence whether the "fish" will appear, and when it will appear.

All he can do is pray and wait.

Wait to live, or wait to die.

"Dad." A soft and confident voice came from outside the door. Someone pushed the door open and Matilda looked at old Matilda, "You haven't slept all night again."

"It's okay, I just want to see the sunrise." Old Matilda turned her head. "I scolded you for being childish when you said you wanted to see the sunrise. I'm sorry, child."

"Dad." Matilda came over, her eyes full of worry, "It doesn't matter if the company's transformation is not going well this time, we will turn the tide into victory, just as we have done before, we need you to guide us."

Old Matilda shook his head and smiled. He couldn't tell Matilda the truth. Knowing that she would be involved, they wouldn't care whether she knew it or not, because she was his daughter.

But even if there is only a possibility of 1, he still holds this hope.

"Wayne and Frost will not let go of this opportunity." Old Matilda patted her on the head, "But don't worry, as you said, we will always turn the corner into victory."

"Frost" Matilda gritted her teeth.

"Dong dong." Someone knocked on the door, and it was a female voice full of magnetism. "President, are you there?"

"Come in." Hearing this voice, old Matilda felt relieved. "Come in."

"This is" Matilda took a strange look at this woman with a strange hairstyle and an Asian face.

"Here are the documents you asked for yesterday." She looked at little Matilda and put down the documents. "I won't bother you for now."

Old Matilda did not go to get the documents, but looked at her with a solemn expression, "Do you still remember what I said to you a few days ago? If necessary, believe her."

"She is the bodyguard you just hired."

"Well, with a special title, they call her the Cheshire Cat."

Los Angeles, official press conference.

"The official statement regarding last night's Stark Industries incident has been sent to you. Witnesses claimed that a robot malfunction caused the accident and damaged the arc shock reactor. Fortunately, one of Tony Stark's personal bodyguards"

Rhodes skillfully used Mandarin and started to fool around.

And in the background, Stark is adjusting his suit and reading a newspaper

"Well, Iron Man, I like this name, but strictly speaking it's not accurate enough. It's made of gold and titanium alloy, but no matter what, the name is quite expressive. The whistleblower's naming skills are pretty good, but his writing style is not bad. Not bad, Clark Kent.”

Coulson's face darkened as soon as he heard Whistleblower. This name was indeed given by Whistleblower. The live broadcast room at that time was called this name, so this name immediately resembled all the photos about Iron Man in newspapers now. It was taken from the whistleblower's video.

Root of all evil

Coulson held back his complaining expression, and handed the cheat sheet to Stark, "This is your excuse."

"Oh well."

Stark takes a quick look while Coulson narrates.

"You were on the yacht and we did the customs papers and it said you were on Avalon all night and got 50 witness statements."

"I thought it was just me and Pepper, just the two of us on that island."

Coulson pretended not to hear it at all, "That's it, just read it word by word."

After reading it, Stark rolled up the note and said, "Why didn't you explain Stany?"

"We have already dealt with it. He was on vacation at the time, and the accident rate of small airliners has always been high anyway."

"But if you want to say that the robot is my bodyguard, don't you think, um, it's a bit false. Last night's video, huh, huh."

"It's not the first time we've dealt with this kind of thing, Mr. Stark, as long as you follow through, this matter will calm down soon, and you still have a minute to get used to it." After Coulson finished speaking, he turned around. Leave and get on with something.

Pepper chased after him, "Agent Coulson, I want to express my sincere thanks for everything you have done."

"It's just my job, let's get in touch in the future."

"It's called national strategy."

"Just call S.H.I.E.L.D." Coulson smiled and turned to leave.

Pepper closed the door and turned around, "Then, get ready to perform on stage."

Stark stood up, "Actually, Iron Man is pretty good. I didn't even think of such a good name myself."

"You're not Iron Man." Pepper said, "You were there last night."

"I'm."

"you are not."

"Forget it, whatever you want." Stark walked out the door without much arguing.

Rhode heard the movement, "Mr. Stark will issue a statement now and will not answer any questions, thank you."

"It's been a long time since I've seen you all. I think I'll read it from the script." Stark walked to the podium and looked down. He didn't know why, but he especially saw a big man in a suit with black glasses.

"Some people suspect that I was involved in the fight on the road and the roof last night."

"I'm sorry Mr. Stark, do you really think we would believe that it was one of your personal bodyguards who just showed up wearing armor?"

Clark Kent spoke first.

"I know this sounds weird, but it's one thing to just believe the official statement. It's another thing to insinuate that I'm a superhero. Oh Clark Kent, I just read your newspaper and it's a good write-up. Not interested”

"Ahem." Rhodes coughed.

"I never said you were a superhero."

"Didn't say it, that's great, otherwise it's a bit, um, the Arabian Nights, obviously I'm not hero material, I have a lot of character flaws, and I've made a lot of mistakes, most of which you know .”

Hearing Stark's speech and running away, Rhodes came over and reminded him in a low voice

"Read it as it was written."

"Okay, okay." Stark looked at the manuscript.

Offstage, Clark pushed his glasses.

"The truth is, I'm Iron Man."