Chapter 1317? Tony who inherited the family business
After Natasha adjusted the driving settings, she turned to look at Fury and the two who were still standing aside.
"I'm a little curious. You hid everything from the captain, but you didn't hide it from Peggy's students. Aren't you afraid that Peggy would tell the captain if she found out?"
Fury squeezed a puff of air from his nostrils, maybe a faint laugh, and shook his head.
"Neither Paige nor Tieqi will tell Steve, because they are both agents and know what choices are truly for the benefit of mankind. My ability is far better than that of Kohler, and I have far more secrets than Kohler. The struggle between agents
It will only be a fight to the death, and Kohler is not qualified."
"Okay, it sounds like you want to split up with me. Do you want me to send you somewhere?"
Black Widow nodded indifferently and activated the plane's concealment device.
Luo Dan turned around and took Mei to the rear cabin: "Go to Agent Coulson's home. He was abducted by aliens. I need to go there to find clues and a rescue method."
"Go to the alien base to rescue your subordinates, huh?" Natasha blew her hair, and the wisp of red jumped in front of her: "Sometimes I really don't know whether you are a kind person or a careerist."
"I will always stand on the human side and do what I do best as an agent. It doesn't matter what kind of person I am, as long as you know that I am your boss."
Fury's voice came from far away, appearing very ethereal amid the sound of the aircraft engine.
Natasha smiled and shook her head. She pushed down the accelerator: "Okay, Director Fury, or...Director Fury?"
Hei Lu Dan was hiding in the dark corner of the cabin, and his tone sounded a little happy: "It doesn't matter if the director is not the director, but I like to hear the Russian accent when you say these two words."
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At the same time, Tony, who took over his father's inheritance, once again woke up from the big bed of more than ten square meters. He shook his hungover head and stood up from his messy pink arms and legs.
He left his hometown in Long Island and transformed the top floor of the Stark Industries Building in the center of Manhattan into his own residence.
Yesterday, he received an invitation from his father's old connections in the military. They wanted to invite Tony to visit some gamma ray wave experiment today.
It's said to be a visit, but it's actually a guide. Tony understands very well that his father is dead and he is now the best physicist in the United States. How can the scientists in the military compare with him in gamma ray knowledge?
However, in order to maintain the family's arms business, it is necessary to maintain a close relationship with the military, so let's save some face for them.
So even though Tony drank several bottles of wine at the party last night and brought home several beauties, he still woke up on time. The brain of a genius is different from that of ordinary people. If he wants to be on time, then he must
can do it.
He went to the bathroom to wash up, sprayed on the sexiest cologne, showed a flirtatious smile in the mirror, picked out the gum in his eyes and squeezed his eyes.
Put on a handsome suit and comb your hair like an adult.
"Tsk, he's so handsome. No wonder women love me."
But after saying this, the smile on his face gradually disappeared. He lowered his head and looked at the running water of the faucet, and washed his face in silence.
My parents are dead and Cassandra has disappeared. How can I be loved by everyone?
He opened the medicine cabinet behind the mirror, took out antacids and took several pills. He felt like he was going to vomit.
After a while, he returned to the bedroom, opened the curtains, and drank coffee with the rising sun. He seemed to have noticed something invisible flying in the sky just now. Was it a cloaking device?
But this was none of his business, he was still thinking about Cassandra, the woman who killed his parents.
It's like being poisoned. The more he hates her, the more he can't forget her. No matter what method he uses, she seems to be parasitic in his mind.
Tony rubbed his beard vigorously and let out a hissing sound. He hated himself for not living up to expectations.
At this time, perhaps the dazzling sunlight woke up the people on the bed. A smooth white beauty sat up, rubbing her blond hair. She half-covered her chest with a sheet, and said to Tony in a charming voice:
"Hey, honey, why are you up so early? Come back soon."
Another black beauty sat up next to her and winked at Tony: "Yes, honey, come and have fun."
Another Asian beauty sat up next to the black man. She also twisted her shoulders and said coquettishly: "Come on! I'm so thirsty!"
In this regard, Tony was much more sober than Howard. He came to the bedside wearing a crisp suit, kissed the girls one by one, and then took out a check and wrote down a series of numbers.
"Although I really want to fight you all day long, I'm afraid those people in the Pentagon are still waiting for me to have breakfast together, so here is one hundred thousand dollars. You three can take it and divide it. I will contact you when I have time.
?”
Although he said it in a question, Tony simply took his tie away from the girls' hands, threw the check on the bed and turned to leave. When he reached the door, he suddenly turned around, as if he remembered something:
"Also, I have made an appointment for housekeeping service in the morning. I hope you have already left when the cleaner comes, that's all."
He smiled and squeezed his moustache, and then hurried up to the rooftop, where there were helicopters and pilots waiting for him, as well as his father's deputy, Obadiah Stane.
"Why are you here?" Obadiah came over and said eagerly: "My dear Tony, do you know how much of our sales the military accounts for every year?"
"60% of the company's arms orders are from the United States, and the other 30% are from NATO countries, and there is also some retail share." Tony put on his sunglasses and walked with the arrogance of not recognizing his relatives, completely ignoring Obama's desire to make peace with him.
He put their arms around each other and jumped directly onto the plane: "Do you only value the military's procurement volume and follow-up services? Or is it the preferential policies we receive as a defense enterprise?"
The helicopter's propeller made a lot of noise, and a look of uneasiness flashed across Obama's big face. He was actually interested in the kickbacks given to him by the military...
But it cannot be said that he just followed the plane silently, took off the in-cabin headset used for conversation, and gave Tony a headset: "They are all, Tony, the military invited you to visit the experiment today, you probably
Do you understand what it means?"
"Of course, they want to inspect the goods to see if Stark Industries will have no new weapons without Howard." Tony kicked the chair in front of him to let the pilot take off, and took out a mirror to practice in line with ordinary people.
The expected commercial fake smile: "I will let them know that I am more genius than my father. There are only super weapons that they can't think of, and there is nothing I can't make."
Obadiah hurriedly laughed, but still carefully sang a counterargument: "I know, Tony, you are indeed a genius, but your father invented the nuclear bomb..."
Tony hated being told that he was not as good as Howard. He raised his hand to hold Obaday's mouth, and took out a bottle of foreign wine from the helicopter freezer with the other hand. He briefly looked at the brand, took a sip and used it as mouthwash.
Lift your face and let the liquid move in your mouth for a few times, then spit it out.
Then he grabbed Obaday's tie and wiped his mouth with disdain: "Stop, that's just because he was born early, and the elements for making nuclear bombs have long existed on the earth, so strictly speaking, nuclear bombs were not invented by humans, but
It's been assembled, and I can do it even if I want to."
Looking at Tony's arrogant and unworthy look, Obaday lowered his head silently and wiped his tie. This was a new, high-end silk tie produced by Wilson Enterprises, a $100,000 fantasy limited edition.
So ruined by Tony.
But Tony is the current brand of Stark Industries. Without a scientist in charge, this arms company cannot continue to operate.
Obadie thought about his car, house, and the yacht he had recently bought for his 38th mistress, and thought he might as well endure it.
"You are right, Tony. I know you have been in a bad mood recently, but I beg you to be polite to the military people. Even if their scientists are completely unacceptable to you, don't be too mean."
Tony looked at the scenery outside the window and waved his hands casually: "Okay, I never have to communicate with idiots. If the military scientists are really hopelessly stupid, you will only see one with a decent smile.
Peace be upon me. Now, my good uncle, tell us where are we going to meet my fans?”
Obadie covered his forehead. Sure enough, Tony had drunk too much when he accepted the invitation yesterday, but he still smiled and told his eldest nephew: "The National Defense University at Fort McNair in the western suburbs of Washington."
"McNair? Haha!" Tony couldn't help but laugh out loud. He patted his knees: "That's the Commander-in-Chief of the First Army Group, McNair, who was killed by his own plane during World War II? What idiot would call him
Name the military academy after someone else? Do you want the students to learn how to be bombed by your own people?”
"The school was founded in 1976, so I guess it was Nixon."
Obadiah also laughed. The so-called President of the United States is nothing more than a puppet in front of the conglomerates. Everyone can make fun of them.
So thanks to his constant telling of various presidential jokes, Tony was very happy along the way, but when it came to the relationship between Reagan and Jodie Foster, the plane unfortunately went somewhere.
As the propeller continued to slow down, the helicopter stopped on the lawn of the school playground. Tony scratched his head impatiently: "You will continue to talk to me on the way back. Now I have to make money for us."
"It's all up to you, fighter. We will earn 30% of the military's military expenditure next year."
Obaday patted Tony's shoulders with both hands, as if he were a humanoid mountain of gold.
Tony showed a confident and frivolous smile. He slapped Oba's hand away and raised his chin to adjust his clothes: "Then set a small goal first and earn him 10 billion."
It is indeed a small target, because according to the information obtained, in 1992, that is, next year, the U.S. military expenditure should be around 280 billion US dollars.
The two got off the plane, with money symbols in their eyes. Tony walked briskly, as if the death of his parents had not affected him at all, and shook hands with the general from the military enthusiastically.
"Tony Stark, the best engineer on Earth reporting to you, sir."
He told military jokes very frivolously and saluted weirdly, like a monkey.
However, the officer who received him did not smile, but shook his hand seriously: "Thaddeus E. Ross, Major General of the United States Army."