Chapter 1217: ? Little Tony's wish

"Are you sure you don't need me to send someone to catch her? If she is wanted now, she should not be able to escape the United States easily."

Howard looked at Fury, whose whole body was wrapped in bandages, and asked again.

He planned to send a team to track Valentina, and even sent a notice to the military for their assistance. No one can leave the United States safely after assassinating senior S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

Fury wanted to shake his head, but Jarvis not only shaved his head quickly, but also bandaged him so well. His neck couldn't move, so he could only move his eyes to speak.

"No, Howard, I can handle it myself. You should launch an internal cleanup of S.H.I.E.L.D. now. At least people who have had contact with Valentina need to verify their loyalty."

Howard folded his arms, and he involuntarily lowered his voice even at home.

"Do you know that you are the most suspicious of the people who have been in contact with her? Not only did you escape from the dead, but also deliberately let her go. Nick, if you are not my friend, we have experienced so much together, I will doubt you of."

Fury remained unmoved, but looked out the window with a godless gaze. A bird hopped around on the treetop in the courtyard.

Today is like a carnival for them, because a large amount of filth rushes to the streets, attracting all kinds of bugs, and the birds feed on them.

"I am also willing to be investigated, but I emphasize that it was not that I let her go, but that I was too injured to fight back."

Howard shrugged and shook his head with a smile: "I think, because there are no witnesses, I can only listen to what you say, right? But if she escapes from the United States, it will be difficult for us to find her."

"I know a person, there is nothing in this world that he can't do, I will ask him for help..."

Fury's voice became low, and he couldn't imagine the price he would pay.

"Oh ah ah ah ah!!!" Howard laughed, raised his hand to stroke his hair, and blinked coquettishly at Fry, who had just shaved his head: "Oh, although they do have everything You can do it, but you are embarrassed to say it in person..."

Fury withdrew his gaze from the window and said nothing. He looked at Howard with a mentally retarded look until his laughter became weaker and weaker, and finally he hummed twice like a pig cry.

"Well, I know that the person you are talking about is a death knell, but his person...may not necessarily help you. Even if it helps, he will knock you out. He is really a demon."

Howard sighed, he was not very optimistic about Ferry's idea.

After all, to say that they are close, Steve and Slade are closest, and as a result, even he was mentally broken by suspended animation.

No more comics, no girlfriends, Captain America’s uniform and golden shield are all left, as if Steve, who was unlovable, just followed Bucky, and no more news.

As old friends, Howard didn't know whether Steve and the others were dead or alive. The former Secretary Peggy was looking for them outside alone, which was also a very dangerous situation.

Sometimes Howard really wanted to reveal the true identity of the death knell, but he thought of his wife and children, and thought that the death knell always had a plan, so he persuaded him.

He could only give up this dangerous idea and remind Fury by side-knock.

With that said, Fury was reminded instead, what he remembered: "By the way, the death knell rushed into the SSR and took Dr. Erskine away. He once left you and some people with his business cards, which are connected. The way? Give me your one."

"You calm down, now you are in a bad condition, wait for the injury to heal and then think about it." Howard touched the wallet in his arms and shook his head.

Fury closed his eyes: "When you find out that your wife is a member of the old enemy organization, and she wants to kill you, you will find that you are not dead in a car accident with seven shots in your body and you are not dead. ...I know what I am doing."

Just when Howard was still trying to argue, a child's milky voice suddenly came from the corridor outside the door.

"Daddy, where are you?"

"Hurry up!"

Howard suppressed his voice and said anxiously. He lifted Fury from the bed in a hand, looking around like a mongoose on the African grassland, looking for where to hide the wounded in the room.

"What the hell?" Fury also lowered his voice, but Jarvis was numbed when he fetched the bullet, and his body didn't listen at all now.

"It's Tony, I don't want him to know about S.H.I.E.L.D., he is still a child, how can I explain if you are seen like this?" Howard wanted to push Frey under the bed, but in this room The bed is a customized luxury style, and there is no room for a large black man between the bed board and the floor.

"You also said that he was just a child, just lie to him, just say that I was the gardener who accidentally fell." Fry said helplessly.

Howard shuddered for some reason, and his moustache curled up: "It depends on whose child it is. My Howard's son is an out-and-out genius. How can he be so easy to lie? He can recognize a gunshot wound. ."

"Is that something to be happy now?" Fury was expressionless.

"Tsk, this is true." Howard was pulled back to reality, and the footsteps in the corridor outside the door became clearer and clearer.

He was a little panicked, but at this moment, the strongest scientist's mind suddenly flashed!

Howard took out a folding knife from his pocket and threw it at Fury's bedsheets. He cut off strips of white cloth and then frantically wrapped it around Fury's face.

"Fold your hands on your chest and stand against the corner."

He completely wrapped Fury's face and stood him in the corner of the wall when the door just opened and the tiny Tony walked in.

"So you are here, Dad, look at what I invented?"

He raised his hand and held a small robotic mouse, which was made very real and sly.

With one hand on his hips and one hand on his head, Howard put himself on the wall with his elbow, blocking Ferry behind him, with a stiff smile on his face.

"Oh? What did my good son invent?"

"This is a remote control mouse. I can use the remote control to control it to walk through the stool and sewers. I also installed non-slip crawlers and cameras on it so that we can know what happened in the sewer this morning... ..."

Speaking of invention, Tony did not act like a five or six-year-old kid at all. His logic was clear, his goals were clear, and the remote control mouse was really creative.

But halfway through his words, his little eyes saw something suspicious that seemed to be hiding behind his father.

"stare......"

Howard took the mechanical mouse, grinning awkwardly, trying to draw his son's attention back: "Ahem, have you experimented with this mouse? I mean, shouldn't you go and run it in the sewer?"

"What is behind you, Dad?"

Tony wasn't fooled at all, he wanted to go around Howard's thighs and see the mysterious object.

Howard thought of the correct solution at this time. He should have taken the initiative to greet the room before, took Tony away, and locked Fury in this room alone!

It's a pity that he cares too much about Tony. When the kid was involved, he didn't mind turning around. He just thought of hiding Ferry and made the wrong decision in a panic.

"It turned out to be a mummy..." Tony had already bypassed Howard at this time, supporting his chin with his small hand and commenting on the tightly bandaged Fury: "This messy style of wrapping is the new Egyptian style. Is it a product of the late dynasty?"

"Uh...probably so, I don't know." Howard wiped the sweat from his head. Fortunately, his disguise against Fury was effective, and the King of Agents was also good at holding his breath.

Tony glanced at Howard contemptuously. His father was not as good as himself. He didn't understand any history, huh.

However, he rolled his eyes, as if he had understood something, and let out a treacherous smile.

"It seems that mom didn't let you take the dead body home to play, but you still brought this mummy back secretly? Don't worry, Dad, I am not a three or four-year-old kid anymore. If you can promise me One condition, I won’t tell my mother about it."

Howard was originally a businessman, Maria’s family is also a merchant family, and Tony didn’t know when to learn to negotiate terms.

"what do you want?"

Howard felt a black and yellow figure flashing in his mind. He shook his head quickly, drove the delusion out of his mind, and asked Tony with a smile.

"I saw a record in your laboratory. In the past, you invented a device called a nuclear reactor. The principle is that atomic fission produces energy. Can you play with that? I want to shrink it and put it into mine. In the mouse."

Tony immediately made his request. He wanted the nuclear reactor developed by Howard, and even wanted to miniaturize it.

Sometimes it is not good for children to love learning too much, such as now.

If you are like other children, it would be great to have a bicycle or Lego bricks. It's really impossible to take some junk food to Wilson fast food, or take a gift of Captain America toy.

Why is it not good to play with nuclear energy?

"No! That kind of thing is too dangerous, it's not something you can touch. Change to a different one. Hey, do you want a bike or a tree house? Or an All-Star signed football?"

Howard immediately refused ~www.NovelMTL.com~ What a joke. Fortunately, the actual reactor was not in the basement. Otherwise, I didn't know when he and Maria sat on the mushroom cloud together.

Tony is so clever that he can't let him hang out at home all the time, so he has to be sent to school as soon as possible, and he will get in touch with his peers a lot, and he will find his innocence.

"But I just want that, Dad." Tony looked up at Howard with watery eyes, like an abandoned puppy.

Feeling that Fury started to shake behind him, Howard thought he could not drag it any longer, otherwise he would wear the help. He immediately made a straight face: "If you can't, you can't. Go back to your own laboratory, Mr. Stark. "

Tony kicked his shoes angrily: "If you don't give it, don't give it, I will make it myself! I hate you the most, stinky father!"

After that, he ran away in a hurry and slammed the door to express his dissatisfaction.

Howard sighed helplessly, but still determined not to let Tony touch the dark world. Just let Tony be a rich second generation, especially if his value cannot be discovered by the death knell.