"Hammo Industry..."

Craft dragged his voice.

"It's the company that mainly relies on picking up Stark's leftovers? As an imitator, it's pretty good."

A "imitator" directly made Justin Hammer break the defense. Although he imitated Tony Stark in all aspects, he has always posed in front of the media as if he is a strong competitor to Stark.

But in fact, only Justin Hammer himself knew how much he hated Tony Stark and was even less willing to be called Stark's imitator...

Although he did.

"Slade, your friend doesn't seem to be very polite..." Justin's smile froze, he narrowed his eyes and stared at Craft, threatening sinisterly: "I can understand the youthfulness, but I still want to advise you. It's best not to say a lot of things, otherwise he will suffer misfortune."

"This kind of thing will not be bothered by Mr. Hanmo."

A low voice sounded behind Justin Hammer, and Martin Lee walked over with a calm face.

"Although I'm just a small family and a small business, protecting my own children should not be a problem. What do you think? Mr. Hammer."

Although racial discrimination is common in America, it is unlikely that it will be subject to official difficulties at the level of Martin Lee. Not to mention anything else, the Medal of Freedom used for the face-saving project is an open protection umbrella.

Unless Martin really does something that greatly harms the interests of the American official, such as this kind of personal grudge, it means that a few close officials will help you, and it will never go too far.

"Hahaha, am I kidding with the kids?"

Justin Hammer laughed dryly, talked a few nonsense with Martin Lee, and then pulled Slade away.

"Can't you calm down?"

Martin Lee knocked on Craft's forehead helplessly. He was a little used to such things.

Moreover, Craft has been much more restrained now. In the years when he first came out of Hell's Kitchen, Craft was like a little hedgehog, not having a good look on people other than yellow skin. No matter who they were, they would verbally speak, which gave Martin Lee a headache.

In the end, Aunt May, with Craft's unkind attitude, patiently comforted him little by little, which made him less extreme now. This is why Craft cared about the Parker family.

"What does it matter? We are not afraid of him anyway."

Craft curled his lips. He used his "self-cultivation" style in recent years to make a few polite words with Justin Hammer, and then hello and I can separate.

But in addition to being a clumsy imitator of Stark, Justin Hammer looked like the white-skinned bastards who claimed to be superior to others, so Craft was furious and he was overwhelmed.

Fortunately, although Justin Hammer's business is quite big, he is not a big boss who can't afford to offend. And he has the confidence of the black technology that has been reduced by himself. Craft doesn't feel regretful.

"Hey ~ Craft ~ Do you still remember me?"

Shortly after Justin Hammer left, a beautiful woman with red hair, bulging and protruding back found Craft who was continuing to stroll Alice.

"Oh, my elder sister who can't cook."

Claffe nodded and replied with great certainty.

Natasha choked and explained with a laugh and cry: "...I still have no problem with ordinary cooking."

"Okay," Craft was not very interested in the agent's cooking skills, but she didn't want to see any clues, so he could only continue to perfunctory, "So what's wrong with you when you ask me? Miss Nidali Northman."

Craft tilted his head, and after Angela's reminder, he remembered the agent's pseudonym.

"Mr. Stark invites you to visit his villa, and of course, your sister and father can go there together."

"Didn't that guy give up?"

Craft frowned, not thinking about Tony Stark very much.

However, Angela shouted in her headphones at this time: "Go, brother! Then you turn on the wireless invasion of your phone, and I will leave a back door for Jarvis's host! Then I will help you steal the information about Stark's Ark Reactor!"

Craft blinked, a little cautiously moved.

He didn't particularly need the technology of the Ark reactor itself, but like the reason he visited the expo before, there was all the information on a black technology product, which was very helpful to him who needed to explore ideas at present.

And I can also take photos with Tony Stark to greed for Peter Parker.

Thinking of this, Craft nodded and agreed.

"Okay, I'll also go and see what the richest man in America's home looks like."

Since Martin Lee was not interested in visiting Stark's mansion, Alice, the robot, would feel sleepy and sleep on time when it was time...

In addition, Martin was relieved to Craft's self-defense ability, so Craft was the only one who rode the car arranged by Stark to his beach villa.

"Welcome, Mr. Craft."

As soon as he entered the door, Jarvis's voice rang.

In order not to make Natasha, a agent of SHIELD, CRATT raised his eyebrows in surprise. Of course, there was no need to perform too much. After all, he was also a genius boy, because he was stunned by a welcome electronic voice. That was too fake.

"You can leave first, Nidali," Tony Stark, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, waved at Natasha. "I have something to talk about with this 'Doctor of Skills'."

"OK."

Natasha's heart moved. Since she met Tony Stark, the playboy liked to tease her for a while. It was the first time that she couldn't wait to leave like this.

Is there anything special about CRASTA? Or is Tony Stark really just wanted him to produce an Iron Man series toy, but he didn't want to see it?

Natasha's instinct as an agent quickly analyzed it. She always felt that Stark was not like a guy who would be so approachable for a toy. It was his style to directly acquire Dream Toys Company.

However, she did not show these psychological activities, but left here silently, intending to report to SHIELD and ask others to check out the details of Chakraft.

Craft didn't know that his performance was ruined because of Tony Stark's cheating words. If he knew, he would definitely put on Bo Taijun and beat Stark hard again.

"Hey! Boy! Want something to drink? Uncle Tony has all the drinks here!"

Tony Stark has always had a good temper towards minors, so even a naughty child like Craft, he showed a kind attitude.

“Emmmm…”

Craft tilted his head and thought for a moment, suddenly remembering a special drink in a dream.

"Then let me have a bottle of nuclear coke, I want a quantum model."
Chapter completed!