Chapter 92: An old enemy?

About twenty minutes later, Stark sat up from the sofa, with an ice bag on his head, and the back of his head was still aching. He cursed inwardly, and then sat up.

"…Uh, Steve? What are you doing here?"

Opposite a square table, there was a blond young man wearing military green trousers, black military boots, and a white shirt on his upper body. He was flipping through the information on a large white cover. As long as this man sat there, he was like a steady rock, and every body movement was tempered and impeccable. Only masters who had been trained in strict and systematic martial arts had such a posture. This invisible demeanor, combined with his tall and strong figure, made him naturally show a leader's temperament, which could make people trust him unconsciously.

Hearing the sound of Iron Man climbing up from the sofa, the blue pupils of the blonde young man known as Steve moved slightly, and then quickly turned his gaze back to the report.

"Tony, next time you do weapon tests, please don't be stupid enough to use yourself as a target. Remember, you are now an indispensable member of the Avengers, the most outstanding tactical master among us, and it's your responsibility to protect yourself, whether on the battlefield or in your daily life."

"Okay, OK, I think that being as serious as you will make people's lifespan shorten sharply. In the future, just keep the parts that praise me. I believe I can understand the rest of the parts myself - Speaking of which, where did that boy go? Oh, my goodness, I don't know what his name is, so I let him stay in my weapon lab all night."

"Do you think about it, what if he is a spy who steals information? What if he is an ill-intentioned adventurer? We have not met those evil and unscrupulous adventurers, the leader of the technology union has explained their nature to us, including good people, bad people, and even people who do whatever they want to do for their goals... Why do you trust others so easily? Even if you are willing to give these confidential information to others, you have to consider people who may be victimized by these information - I know this possibility is very small, but..."

"Enough! Steve!" Stark roared with some annoyance, "I invited him to my weapon laboratory first, and I have confirmed that he is not a bad person. A person with ulterior motives cannot spend two hours discussing the colors and patterns of armor coatings with me in the most advanced power armor laboratory in the world. Jarvis monitored him throughout the process, and my psychological and personality analysis software was also running, I..."

Tony Stark licked his lips, and his words were slowed down, and then he raised his hand to surrender:

"Okay, I admit, I will pay more attention in the future. But my cooperation agreement with this kid has been signed. I think he has great potential and may provide some new ideas for my armor in the future...What are you looking at?"

Steve, the blonde and blue-eyed young man who was called "Captain America" ​​by the public, threw the documents in his hand over, Stark caught them, and then turned over a few pages.

"Selene? The Black Queen of Hellfire Club? I've been there twice and danced with her. Although I don't like the type of black hair and dark eyes, the blond sweet girl is more in line with my taste... Um..." Stark quickly flipped through the materials in his hand, muttering words, "Terrorism attacks... fight for the power of Hellfire Club... intensified the conflicts between mutants and ordinary humans... Well, it perfectly fits my impression of this old woman, this racist."

In front of the square table, Captain America Steve Rogers rubbed behind his ears without being easily noticed, and a slight hint of fatigue flashed across his firm face.

"It took me all night to interrogate her. Now the Technological Union continues. They seem to think that this woman is also related to the previous disaster in Queens, and there are others behind Selene who are controlling her actions. I think they may have other channels to get some information, but I can't think of any way to ask about their intelligence. Romanov is still on the field and she has a secret mission from SHIELD, otherwise sending her to negotiate should be the best choice."

Stark threw the report back on the table and shrugged, "So, you just don't know how to deal with people. Men, it's not easy to communicate with each other. Have a couple of glasses of wine together... Well, I banned from drinking. Go to a nightclub, talk about women, talk about relationships, tell the pain - and then you become friends. Leave it to me, I'm the most attractive billionaire in the world and the richest handsome guy in the world. If I can get a beauty among some adventurer, then I'm going to win glory for the country, right?"

Seeing Stark, who was still wearing a nightgown, walking towards the elevator with slippers, Steve Rogers shook his head helplessly and sighed softly. This teammate was extremely reliable in fighting, but he was famous for his boldness and scruples in daily life. Perhaps because of his childhood family environment, in order to become a competent commander, Rogers has read many professional books, including psychological analysis and so on, so he has always been very tolerant of this rebellious genius - it's not his fault, he grew up in a wealthy family, and

And since he was a child, he did not completely fall into a playboy who was sensual and sensual, and he had already developed well. During World War II, Rogers had worked with Stark's father, Old Stark, and he knew this person very well. Old Stark was also a genius inventor and romantic young man, but he was obviously not suitable to be a father. Sometimes he looked at the little Stark now as if he had seen the old Stark back then, and sometimes he felt that he was actually just an ignorant young man. Rogers even secretly regarded him as his nephew in his heart...

But Stark has proved himself in countless battles. He is an amazing hero with a great mind... Although many times he himself does not realize this, or is deliberately avoiding this evaluation.

Suddenly, Rogers was shocked, remembering something crucial before telling Tony Stark. He quickly turned his head to the elevator, and the silver-white metal door had quietly closed.

"Damn!" Steve Rogers ran quickly to the fire escape, his negligence.

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Su Jing is in a good mood now.

After Stark was knocked away by a small bolt and unfortunately hit the wall with his head, the electronic butler Jarvis immediately sounded the alarm. Then, Captain America arrived at the scene within a minute, mistakenly thought Su Jing as the invading enemy, and knocked him to the floor in a second.

Fortunately, Jarvis rescued him, otherwise Su Jing might have been thrown into the temporary confinement room of the Avengers Building and lived in the same room with the Black Queen Selene, enjoying a happy soap-picking career.

"How do you feel when you are back in this world? Mr. Anton Vanke?" He turned his head and looked at the tall Russian man standing beside him. After a long time no see, the Russian was wearing western cowboy-like clothes, with three or four strings of silver ornaments of different shapes hanging around his neck, and the ear studs on his ears were replaced with black runes. His temperament looked rougher and heavier than before. The Russian held a toothpick in his mouth and stared at Selene on the surveillance screen without saying a word. The white-haired parrot on his shoulder turned his head and stared at Su Jing, spitting a melon seed shell on his face.

"It feels pretty good." The Russian's rough face twitched twice, and then said lightly.

At this time, the sound of walking slippers coming from a distance came from a distance. Su Jing subconsciously turned his head and looked at it, then twisted the corner of his mouth and smiled bitterly.

As if he had noticed the aura of his old enemy, Anton Vanke turned around and ran into Tony Stark, who was still wearing pajamas. The two of them were stationed in place at the same time, after two or three seconds of embarrassing silence...

"Hi, Anton. Long time no see." Tony Stark instantly dressed in his signature gold-red steel suit and posed for a battle posture.

"Long time no see... Tony..." Anton Vanke's iron-gray "holy whip rope" also appeared on him, "Do you know? I have learned one thing now, that is, always remember to wear your helmet...or you will be caught by someone..."
Chapter completed!