Chapter 1273: ? Wedding becomes funeral

"That's not enough. There is alcohol. Drinking properly is no problem, but drinking too much is a problem."

Howard also became serious, squeezed Tony's shoulder a few times, and took another deep look at him, as if to remember his appearance.

"I listen to you, let's go, what time is the appointment?"

Tony didn't notice the look in his father's eyes. He broke free and ran to the closet to look for clothes. He hadn't seen Cassandra for several days, and now he couldn't wait.

"This is an adult conversation between parents. You and her are not allowed to go." Howard pushed the cabinet door and leaned back on it: "I haven't finished my words. When your mother and I are away, you have to listen to Jia Weiss, do you understand?"

"Okay, okay, I remember." Although Tony regrets that he can't meet his girlfriend, his father's attitude softened today is a good start. He hastily agreed.

He didn't dare to talk back at all, for fear that Howard would change his mind.

Howard sighed and shook his head: "Very well, I thought you would continue to cry and cry, for a girl, is it worth it? You really can't help it."

"I think it's worth it. She is different from others and I want to be with her." Tony wiped his face embarrassedly: "This is different from before. I'm serious."

Originally Tony wanted to escape the shackles of the family with Cassandra, but now he found that the family is sometimes not unreasonable.

And his father didn't seem to be a murderer, not as bad as he thought.

Howard turned and left. He left Maria to talk to Tony: "I'll go outside and start the car. Get off quickly."

Maria nodded and looked at Tony. She touched Tony's face and kissed his head.

This made Tony a little embarrassed, but he was always closer to his mother than to his father. He lay in his mother's arms: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Maria smiled and shook her head. There was a deep meaning in her eyes that Tony couldn't say: "It's just that my little Tony has grown up and knows he wants to marry a wife?"

"Ah, why do you say this, isn't that something that hasn't been seen yet." Tony was a little embarrassed, he scratched his head.

"Then I'm leaving with your father, you have to look after your family."

Maria didn't say anything, just let go of him, waved her hand and left.

"I see, I'm not a kid."

Tony curled his lips a little impatiently, didn't he just go out, making himself like a three-year-old kid, awkward to death.

Then he heard the sound of his mother's footsteps getting farther and farther, he ran to the window and looked down, and saw that his father was driving the car, his mother got in, and the black limousine drove outside the manor.

Tony is very happy, his face is full of yearning for the future, he only hopes that when his father comes back later today, he can bring back good news for himself.

But what should you do during this time? It's better to check churches or hotels in New York.

The wedding had to be well prepared. Tony kept rubbing his hands, wishing to put on Kassandra's wedding dress in the next second.

He is very confident in Howard, his father can always achieve the goal he wants to achieve, although he always does not want to admit this, but the fact is.

The next day, Tony came to the church as he wished, but it was different from what he had originally imagined.

This is not a wedding, but a funeral.

The funeral of his parents.

Tony looked blank, he moved a chair and sat in front of the church with a drink, turning a blind eye to the visiting guests, and let Jarvis go to the reception.

The strange thing is that many of the parents’ funerals were bodyguards whom I saw in New Zealand that day, including the person whose hairline moved back, and the bald head that looked like an Indian.

The benevolent young man with hair loss wanted to say a few words to Tony, but he didn't get a response at all. Tony seemed out of his mind.

It is mechanically pouring wine into his mouth, and then looking at the gray sky in a daze.

Hitwell dragged Coleson away, and the two walked in the church in black suits: "Don't disturb the family, the poor child seems to have a nervous breakdown."

"That's why I have to comfort him. Now is not the time to pretend you are stupid."

Coleson murmured, as a classmate, he knew that the best at his side was acting stupid. But if anyone thinks Hitwell is stupid, that person is really stupid.

Hitwell pushed his glasses and looked left and right, but apart from the candles inside the church, there was no special eye on them.

He lowered his voice: "Don't you think the chief and his wife died too suddenly?"

Coulson rolled him from the corner of his eye, walked to the two empty coffins and offered flowers, and then quickly left: "What do you mean?"

Hitwell also laid a wreath, nodded to Jarvis, and followed Colson.

"The accident investigation is an explosion caused by a car accident, but what car accident can leave a person without ashes? And I heard "His voice is lower, like a mosquito yelling: "The person who crashed the car was the person he had planned to meet. , A family of Hydra"

"Hush!" Coleson covered Hitwell's mouth, dragged his classmates to a place with no light before letting him go, and shouted in a low voice, "What nonsense! You accused him at the Secretary's funeral You had contact with Hydra before you were alive, you know it will"

Hitwell tidyed up his tie: "That’s why I didn’t talk about it everywhere. It’s called pretending to be stupid. But I don’t know the news. The last promotion order signed by the director was about us. Now for us. The most important thing is whether the new director accepts this order. If the new director thinks we have a problem, you know."

Coleson was reluctant to talk about this at the funeral of the former director. He joined S.H.I.E.L.D. because he admired Captain America and wanted to protect the people, not for promotion and salary increase.

But there is nothing wrong with Hitwell's idea. His family is more difficult, and no one can say that he is paid for his work.

Moreover, the two of them are very innocent, and being implicated in Howard's accidental death is too wishful, and he really needs to save himself.

So Coelson pointed out a way to Hitwell. To be precise, it was a person, a black man dressed in a black leather jacket and a black blindfold, hiding in the dark under the candlelight.

"That person can do it."

Hitwell did not see the black man just now, because he seemed to be invisible, but when the two secretly pointed at the black man, the other's eyes instantly turned to the two of them, staring at them firmly.

Recognizing them as S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, Fury didn't relax much, but walked over to question them.

"Title? Name?"

The two reported their information and took out the promotion order signed by Howard. Ferry picked it up and glanced at it, then put away the order.

"Howard, hey, someone asked, you said you have followed me since the end of last year, understand?"

"Understood! Thank you sir." Coleson didn't smile in view of the occasion, but his tone was lightened. Then he handed out a long box and handed it to Fury.

"What's this?" Fury took the box and didn't open it in a hurry.

Coleson scratched his head. "A gift for both of us, sir."

"I was not the one who was promoted to the post of director. The council airborne a person. There is nothing to celebrate." Although Fury said so, he was very happy to receive the gift. Since Valentina defected, he has become People without expressions.

But he opened the box and took a look at ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and closed it quickly, looking at Coleson with a deadly look.

"So what is this?"

"Report sir, these are 36 kinds of artificial eyes of different colors." Coleson pointed at Fury's blindfold secretly: "I think the sir may need this. Different colors can be worn according to different moods."

He couldn't continue. Although Fury's face had always been dark, it was darker now, as if he was about to eat two people.

"Sir, Coleson didn't mean you were blind." Hitwell explained to his classmates, but it sounded worse.

Fury took a deep breath, and he turned around and beckoned the two to follow him:

"If this is not Howard's funeral, I will take out your intestines and hang them on the cross on the top of the building, but it looks like you are ready to go out to work. This is great. You are limited to arriving in Baghdad, the capital of Iraq, before 3 pm. Lurk and wait for the task."

The duo of classmates glanced at each other, feeling afflicted, as if flattering was wrong, and offended the leader on the first day. What should I do?