"Click"

The handsome silver sports car parked in front of the door of a high-end hotel in Washington. Before the door was opened, the flash kept firing. As the reporters gathered on both sides of the hotel were watching the long guns and short cannons, Tony Stark, wearing a very sexy black dress and combed his hair into an adult-like appearance, walked out of the scissors door that the sports car opened.

He did not come alone, and Miss Potz also attended in a dress-up manner.

Even though he was here to attend a high-tech seminar, Tony... Playboy always has a way to turn it into a fashion show.

"How many journalists are there?"

Miss Potz, who was used to seeing big scenes, was shocked. She had accompanied Tony to attend some scientist gatherings, and most of the time, there were not many reporters to support her.

After all, in this era, scientific research results are far less exciting and more eye-catching than the news of a celebrity cheating.

"Calm down, my little pepper."

Tony held the wrist of the Pots, waved to the reporters while smiling and whispering:

"This meeting is extraordinary. Most of the smart people in the world gather here, not to mention the official force involved..."

Before Tony finished speaking, he heard a scream from the reporters:

"Look! Bruce Wayne! He is here too!"

The next moment, they were originally pointing at Tony Stark's camera, turning in unison, and looking behind Tony.

There, a low-key and luxurious luxury sedan like a classic car parked quietly at the door of the hotel. Old Afu, who was dressed in an extremely formal manner, walked out of the car expressionlessly and opened the door for his master and young master.

The moment Bruce Wayne and his son walked out of the car door in a straight suit, Bruce gently pointed the things in his hand, and the crazy flashes were collectively silenced at this moment.

It was a small-scale pulser, which was most appropriate to stop journalists from harassment in a short period of time.

Unlike Tony, Bruce Wayne doesn't like to show up in public.

"Hello, Tony."

Bruce took Damian into the hotel. When passing by Tony, two equally famous but completely different styles looked at each other. Bruce stretched out his hand in a friendly manner, and Tony also reached out.

"Hello, Bruce."

The two greeted each other, and their auras were fighting each other like a duel between masters, but only lasted for a few seconds. Bruce nodded slightly to Miss Pots, and then followed the housekeeper and walked into the hotel with his son.

"Wow, he's so handsome."

Miss Pots looked at Bruce's back as she left, and she couldn't help but say:

"No wonder the whole Gotham woman is crazy about him..."

"I'm very handsome, okay?"

Tony was a little jealous, which made him lose interest in dealing with the media. He curled his lips and walked quickly into the hotel with Miss Pots, where S.H.E.L.D. agents disguised as staff were entertaining visitors.

Of course, the reporters at the door were still there, because the playboys and scientists who came today were not just Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark.

"Look! It's Lex Luther's car! I heard that mysterious and low-key rich man was a bald man!"

"Many people are bald, don't make a fuss. Oh, what is the sign on that car? Why haven't you seen it before?"

"Silly guy, that's the symbol of the Wakanda royal family... Wakanda is a small African country with no news points, but their princesses are one of the smartest people in the world."

"That's the mutant's flag, and they're here too? Are they building their own utopian island?"

"There are smart people among the mutants...well, although I don't like them either."

"Why are there any middle school students?"

"The editor-in-chief of your newspaper will definitely deduct your salary. You haven't even done a good job in basic work. That's Adimas Zhao, a Korean-American, a genius boy."

The reporters discussed it all, as lively as a vegetable market. On the other side of this high-end hotel, a long-awaited news interview car was blocked two blocks away. In the car, the reporter of Planet Daily, Louise Liann, honked the horn with annoyance, but the traffic-controlled streets could not pass at all.

"You were late today..."

Clark Kent, who was sitting in the passenger seat, pushed his black-framed glasses and looked at his anxious colleague with interest.

Miss Lianen always looks like a cold-hearted big sister, capable in her work and strong in character, but occasionally she will have some embarrassing scenes. Whenever this happens, she will act like a little girl who is getting angry.

It made Clark feel very interesting.

“I drank some wine last night…”

Miss Lianen gestured a rude gesture to the car honking beside her with an unhappy look on her face. She said in a bad mood:

"That bastard...I, I broke up with him."

"Oh, that's it."

Clark nodded, he glanced at Liann, who was depressed, and he whispered:

"Do you want me to teach you a lesson... You know, I'm a war correspondent, and it's okay to have a fight."

"Forget it, it's meaningless."

The reporter raised his head and looked at the blocked street in front of him with a sad face. She said:

"What should I do? That seminar is about to begin."

Clark did not answer, he took out his cell phone and sent a text message. A few seconds later, a special message appeared in his mailbox. He reached out and patted Miss Lianen, and he said:

"Let's go, park the car on the side of the road and let's go over. I'm qualified for an internal interview."

"Um???"

Miss Lian'en looked at Clark with surprise and said:

"How did you get it? Our editor-in-chief didn't get it. It is said that the official force will intervene in this seminar, and there are very few internal interview qualifications."

"I said it."

Clark showed a mysterious smile, he lifted the camera in one hand and said to his colleague:

"I have my own connections... Speaking of which, tonight... go out for some wine?"

"Are you asking me for a date? Clark."

Miss Lianen asked in a strange tone:

"You have always been rude to ladies, and I thought you were a gift..."

"If you don't go, just forget it. I just saw that my friend was sad and wanted to help. I'm trying to appreciate the beauty of my soul recently... Well, your soul is pretty."

"Tsk tsk, this rustic love words."

Miss Lianen made a vomiting move, she plucked her long hair and said to Clark:

"But...well, let's make another appointment tonight."

While she struggled to park the car on the side of the road, she and Clark were carrying the interview equipment to walk to the hotel, but as soon as she took a step, Clark behind her pulled him back.

"Buzz"

A black motorcycle accelerated through the blocked road and almost hit Miss Lianen.

But there will be problems with moving backing back with high heels. For example, now, Miss Lianen, who has lost her balance, is plunging on Clark's wide chest. The posture of the two people, well... is quite bad.

"Uh, that's Eddie Brock?"

In order to avoid embarrassment, Miss Lianen, with a red face, stood up and looked at the motorcycle and rider who were stopped by the traffic police. She said in surprise:

"Isn't that guy in San Francisco? Why did he appear here? He is still racing on the way."

"Who is that?"

Clark asked.

"A Investigative Journalist who has gained fame in recent years."

Miss Lianen knows everything about the industry, and she told her colleagues:

"He is a popular candidate for the Pulitzer Prize this year and is one of my biggest competitors. But it seems that he is going to be taken away by the police. It just so happens, go quickly, Clark, we must make a big news about this."

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Since it is related to strategic affairs, even though the World Security Council directors and members have been busy investigating the assassination of Gideon Malik and are busy fighting for power, they have not relaxed their arrangements for this Future Science and Artificial Intelligence Seminar held in Washington in recent days.

SHIELD received a large amount of funds to maintain the Future Science and Technology Foundation, so Fury took advantage of the situation and directly booked the entire hotel.

The seminar lasted for 3 days, and each participant invited had his own room, including those invited businessmen, wealthy people and politicians who were enthusiastic about science and technology affairs. Even the president was invited to speak at the opening ceremony of the first day. Several candidates who were preparing to run for the next president were also present, showing their "responsibility" for the country and the world while seeking more exposure opportunities.

At this time, there was still an hour before the seminar officially opened, but in the banquet hall on the high-rise of the hotel, there was already a lot of people.

Entrepreneurs and politicians are busy building relationships everywhere. They are wandering around with their own colorful partners holding wine glasses, talking to acquaintances, turning strangers into acquaintances, while scientists seem dull. They are all sitting on the sofa, whispering to each other about science.

But there are exceptions.

For example, Tony, a guy who is both a scientist and a successful businessman, and is very famous, quickly became one of the protagonists of the banquet with his skillful communication skills.

All in all, it's very lively.

Merlin also mixed in a low-key manner among the crowd, because he proposed the proposal from the Future Science and Technology Foundation, so he is also one of the senior executives of the Intelligent Machinery Plan. Of course, Merlin is busy with affairs, and more promotion and monitoring of this matter is fully responsible for Agent Maria Hill. This is also the first time Agent Hill has promoted such a large-scale strategic action as the person in charge.

She seemed a little lacking in confidence, and Merlin kept encouraging her.

Well, let me say that today Hill wore a long dress like an evening dress again... It was very beautiful, just like the last time she attended the opening ceremony of the Mainland hotel, she appeared as Merlin's female companion.

Merlin walked to the edge of the banquet hall and saw a tall and thin guy in a blue suit. He thought the guy's back was very familiar, but he had no memory of him at all.
To be continued...