Lord of Marvel Legion

Chapter 22

Stark's arms can also be purchased on the black market, but it is also very troublesome because the black market only seeks acquaintances to sell those powerful weapons.

My demand is huge.

In the end, Zuo Lin could only think of going to Stark directly and asking him for arms.

Wouldn't it be better to just have sex for free?

"Fury, you should contact Tony now, give these photos to Stark, and then say that someone wants to meet with him to discuss punishing rape and eradicating evil."

"I'm going to do it."

Nick Fury nodded in agreement.

But after taking two steps, he stopped again.

I...since when have I been following Zuo Lin's plans and doing things for him?

Why do I feel as if I have almost become the person who works under the other party?

"What's wrong? Do you have any other questions?" Zuo Lin noticed Nick Fury stopping and asked in confusion.

"We're partners, right?"

"Of course, we will cooperate with each other and then destroy the Hydra. As long as the Hydra is eliminated, our cooperation will end. If there is anything else we can cooperate with in the future, we will talk about it later."

Zuo Lin immediately realized what Nick Fury was thinking.

He thinks it's normal for Nick Fury to think this way.

But... who can really distinguish the priorities when it comes to cooperation?

Anyway, this time, try to keep Nick Fury's prostitution clean as much as possible, and just let him do whatever work he has.

This kind of opportunity may not be common in the future.

Nick Fury finally shook his head, decided not to think about these things anymore, and then went to contact the agent who was protecting him by Stark's side.

On the other side of the world, on the American continent, Stark is participating in the company's daily morning meeting.

In the large conference room hall, Obadiah, who is the godfather of Stark and is also responsible for the daily management of Stark Industries, is discussing the next direction of the company's development with other managers in the first place.

As for Stark himself, he was sitting in the last row, with his feet on the circular conference table, leaning back on the boss's chair and snoring.

Many managers looked back at Stark from time to time with a hint of disgust.

But Stark didn't care what these people thought about him.

The development of the entire Stark Industries relies on his brilliant mind.

So no matter how outrageous he usually does, no one complains, and can only express his dissatisfaction with his eyes occasionally.

Obadiah has long been accustomed to this, so he can directly ignore Stark's snoring to discuss company development matters.

"Recently, we have reached new arms orders with several developing countries, which can significantly increase our company's performance and increase our company's market value to another level. This is a very rare opportunity."

"Hu~hu!"

"Next, when we win arms orders from most developing countries, we can find ways to expand the arms industry in the third world."

"Huh, wait a minute."

"The arms industry in the third world is also a huge industry. As long as we take over the arms industry in the third world, we will become the richest company on the earth."

"I said, wait a minute!"

Stark, who was snoring, suddenly started talking.

Obadiah and others also turned to look at Stark's position.

Stark stood up from his seat at this time, with a little trace of saliva still on his mouth.

"Obadiah, you just said you wanted to expand the arms business in the third world?"

"Yes, this is a good direction to go."

"I will never allow it. The third world is already in a bad situation and cannot get worse. Once our arms are put into those third countries, it will definitely cause greater chaos."

Some people looked sneer at this time.

Obviously they were all somewhat dissatisfied with what Stark had just said.

If they do not develop the arms business in the third world, their company's development will be restricted.

If you don’t develop, other companies will immediately grab your share.

These people are all performance-oriented.

However, it is Stark himself who plays a decisive role in this company.

Obadiah could only patiently explain the benefits to Stark.

But Stark simply disagreed with this matter.

"Forget it. If you don't agree, forget it. Let's continue discussing other things."

After Obadiah and Stark discussed it for a while, they stopped insisting.

This is not because he is a good talker, but because he has already sold a lot of arms to the third world.

It's just not on the surface.

If Stark doesn't allow it, then he will sell it quietly.

Anyway, as long as this little ancestor is happy, he can still make money by selling it quietly.

Stark is also satisfied that Obadiah is willing to listen to him.

At this moment, a young man knocked on the door and ran into the conference room, came to Stark's side and whispered a few words quietly.

"Huh? Tiffana wants to find me again? Okay, okay, I'll go right away! You guys continue with the meeting! I'll go first!"

Stark immediately became more energetic, quickly packed his clothes, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and walked out of the conference room.

The other management members could only shake their heads helplessly when they saw this.

There was really nothing they could do about this young man.

"Okay, now that Stark is gone, let's continue discussing the issue of arms sales to the Third World."

As soon as Stark left, Obadiah became even more casual, as if he had complete control over the entire company.

Other management also seemed to trust Obadiah more and listened carefully to Obadiah's next company development plan.

This way of holding meetings with one face in the open and one face behind the scenes has long been a daily routine for Stark Industries.

Other managers were not surprised either.

Stark, who had just walked out of the conference room, said to the young man: "Give me Tiffana's phone number. I will contact her now. Just go to the Holiday Inn tonight."

"Mr. Stark, I'm sorry to call you out in this way, but this should be the only way to call you out."

Just after walking out of the conference room, the young man who was originally respectful became neither humble nor overbearing.

"Huh? You're acting weird today."

Stark looked at the young man suspiciously.

"Let me formally introduce myself. I am an agent from a mysterious organization. I am a secret agent responsible for protecting your daily safety."

"Mysterious organization?" Stark was confused by the other party's words.