Chapter 1317: ?Tony who inherited the family business

After Natasha adjusted the driving settings, she turned to look at the two of Fury who were still standing on the side.

"I'm a little curious, you are hiding everything from the captain, but you don't hide it from Peggy's students. Are you afraid that Peggy will tell the captain when she knows?"

Fury squeezed a gas from his nostrils, perhaps with a faint smile, and shook his head.

"Neither Paige nor Iron Cavalry will tell Steve, because they are both special agents and know what kind of choice is truly for the sake of humanity. My ability is far better than Kohler, and the secrets I hold are far better than those of Kohler. It will only be you and me, Kohler is not qualified."

"Well, you all sound like you want to split up with me, do you need me to send you somewhere?"

The black widow nodded indifferently and activated the plane's hidden device.

The halogen egg turned and took May to the rear cabin: "Go to Agent Colson's house. He was kidnapped by aliens. I need to find clues and rescue methods."

"Go to the alien base to rescue your subordinates, huh?" Natasha blew her hair, and the strand of red jumped from her: "Sometimes I really don't know if you are a kind person or a careerist."

"I will always stand on the human standpoint and do what I do best as an agent. It doesn't matter what kind of person I am. You only need to know that I am your boss."

Fury's voice came from far away, and it seemed very ethereal in the sound of the aircraft's engine.

Natasha smiled and shook her head. She pushed down the accelerator: "Okay, Director Fury, or... Director Fury?"

The black braised egg was hidden in the dark corner of the cabin, and his tone sounded a little happy: "It doesn't matter whether the director is the director or 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, woke up again from a bed of more than ten square meters. He shook his hangover head and got up from the messy pink arms and legs.

He left his home on Long Island and transformed the top floor of the Stark Industrial Building in the center of Manhattan as his residence.

Yesterday he received an invitation. The other party was his father's old relationship in the military. They wanted to ask Tony to visit some gamma-ray wave experiment today.

It's a visit, but it's actually a guide. Tony understands that Dad is dead, and he is now the best physicist in the United States. How can scientists in the military compare to himself in terms of gamma rays?

However, in order to maintain the family's arms business, it is necessary to maintain a close relationship with the military, so let them save some face.

So even if Tony drank several bottles of wine on the party last night and brought home several beautiful women, 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, he can definitely do it.

He went to the bathroom to wash up, sprayed on the sexiest cologne, smiled frivolously towards the mirror, and squeezed his eyes.

Put on a handsome suit and comb his hair like an adult.

"Tsk, 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 rushing water from the faucet, and washed his face in silence.

My parents died, and Kassandra disappeared. Who is the one who loves me?

He opened the medicine cabinet behind the mirror, took out the antacid, and took several tablets. 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 discovered something invisible in the sky just now, was it a stealth device?

But it was none of his business. He was still thinking about Cassandra, the woman who killed his parents.

It's like being poisoned. The more you hate her, the more you can't forget it. No matter what method is used, she seems to be parasitic in her own mind.

Tony rubbed his beard vigorously and made a hissing inhalation sound. He hated himself for being unsatisfied.

At this time, perhaps the dazzling sunlight awakened the people on the bed. A naked white beauty rubbed her blonde hair and sat up. She half-concealed her chest with a bed sheet, and fascinated Tony with charm:

"Hey, baby, why did you get up so early? Come back soon."

Another black beauty sat up beside her and winked at Tony: "Yes, my dear, come here."

Another Asian beauty sat up next to the black man. She also twisted her shoulders and said coquettishly: "Come on! People are so thirsty!"

In this regard, Tony is much more sober than Howard. He came to the bed in a neat suit, kissed the girls one by one, and then took out a check to write a string of numbers.

"Although I really want to fight with you one day, I'm afraid those people in the Pentagon are still waiting for me to have breakfast, so here is one hundred thousand dollars, and the three of you will share it with you. How about I contact you when I have time? ?"

Despite the interrogative sentence, Tony simply pulled his tie from the girls' hands, threw the check on the bed and turned away. When he walked to the door, he suddenly turned around, as if thinking of something:

"Also, I made an appointment for the morning housekeeping service. I hope you have already left when the cleaners come, and that's it."

He smiled and squeezed his mustache, and then quickly walked up to the roof, where there were helicopters and pilots waiting for him, as well as his father's deputy, Obade Stein.

"Why did you come?" Obadiah greeted him with an eager look: "My good Tony, do you know how much of our sales is occupied by the military every year?"

"60% of the company's arms orders are taken by the United States, the other 30% are from NATO countries, and some retail shares." Tony put on sunglasses and walked the arrogant pace of the six relatives, completely ignoring Obama's desire to make peace. He hooked up his shoulders and jumped onto the plane: "You just value the military's purchases and follow-up services? Or is it the policy preferences that we receive as a defense enterprise?"

The helicopter's propellers are very noisy, and there is a trace of unnaturalness flashing across Obama's big face. What he actually likes is the rebate given to him by the military...

But this can’t be said. He just followed the plane silently, took off the in-cabin earphones used for conversation, and gave Tony a cap: "Both, Tony, today the military invites you to visit the experiment. You probably Understand what it means?"

"Of course, they want to inspect the goods to see if Stark Industries has no new weapons without Howard." Tony kicked the chair in front to let the pilot take off, and took out a mirror to practice conforming to ordinary people. Expected commercial smirk: "I will let them know that I am more genius than my father, and there are only super weapons they can't think of, nothing I can't make."

Aubadai hurriedly laughed, but he sang a counter-tune carefully: "I know, Tony, you are indeed a genius, but your father invented the nuclear bomb..."

Tony hates people saying that he is inferior to Howard. He raised his hand and held Obady’s mouth. With the other hand, he took out a bottle of wine from the helicopter freezer. He probably looked at the sign and took a mouthful as mouthwash. I lifted my face and let the liquid move a few times in my mouth, and then vomited it out.

Then he grabbed Obadai’s tie and wiped his mouth with disdain: “Stop it, it’s just that he was born early. The elements that made nuclear bombs existed on the earth. So strictly speaking, nuclear bombs were not invented by humans. It is assembled, and I can do it."

Looking at Tony’s inexhaustible and innumerable look, Aubadi silently bowed his head and wiped his tie. This is a new, high-end silk tie produced by Wilson Corporation, a dream limited edition of one hundred thousand dollars. It was so ruined by Tony.

But Tony is the current sign of Stark Industries. Without a scientist in charge, this arms company would not be able to open.

Obadiah thinks about his car and house, and the yacht that he recently bought for his 38th mistress, so he should bear with him.

"What you said is right, Tony, I know you are in a bad mood recently, but I beg you to be polite to the people in the military, even if their scientists are completely inaccessible to you, don't be too mean."

Tony looked at the scenery outside the window and waved his hands indifferently: "Ah, I have never had to communicate with an idiot. If the military scientist is really stupid beyond cure, you will only see a decent smile. Be quiet and quiet. Now, my good uncle, tell us where is this to meet my fans?"

Obadier covered his forehead. Tony was already drinking too much when he accepted the invitation yesterday, but he still smiled and told his nephew: "Fort McNair National Defense University in the western suburbs of Washington."

"McNair? Haha!" Tony couldn't help laughing out~www.NovelMTL.com~ He patted his knee: "It is the commander-in-chief of the'First Army Group' who was killed by his own plane during World War II. Uh? Which idiot named the military academy after him? Let the students learn how to be bombed by themselves?"

"That school was founded in 1976, so I guess it is Nixon."

Obadiah also laughed. The so-called President of the United States is just a puppet in front of the consortium, and 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 Judy Foster, the plane was unfortunately arrived.

As the propeller slowed down, the helicopter stopped on the lawn of the school’s playground. Tony scratched his head impatiently: “I’ll talk about it when I return. Now I have to make money for us.”

"It's up to you, fighter, next year's military expenses, we will earn 30% of it."

Obadier patted Tony on the shoulder with both hands, as if he was a human-shaped Jinshan.

Tony showed a confident and frivolous smile. He slapped Obady's hand and lifted his chin to arrange his clothes: "Then set a small goal and earn him 10 billion."

It is indeed a small goal, because according to the information received, in 1992, that is, next year, the US 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 his parents' death did not affect him at all, and enthusiastically shook hands with the general from the military.

"Tony Stark, the best engineer on earth reports to you, sir."

He was very frivolous about the military jokes, and he saluted strangely, like a monkey.

However, the officer who received him did not smile, but shook hands with him solemnly: "Thadius E. Ross, Major General of the U.S. Army."