Chapter 641: 1 message

The most intuitive manifestation of the US economy after the war is that there are more vehicles on the streets than before.

The sound of the engine, the sound of horns and verbal abuse caused by traffic jams forced him to roll the window.

Maybe in the next few years, New York City will begin to build bridges or underground tunnels, but in recent years traffic has indeed become a big problem.

Howard's Stark Industrial headquarters is in Manhattan. This is a terrible place. During the morning rush hour, the car is moving like a snail on the road.

Su Ming can't remember the last time he drove by himself, but today Gin is going to do something else. Howard is mysterious and it is better to drive by himself.

But now it seems that it is better to ride a bicycle, or let the adjutant copy a helicopter.

Su Ming leaned on the steering wheel, smoking a cigarette while thinking about things. The luxurious black car slowly moved forward with the traffic. After a long time, there was no small change in the street.

At this moment, he saw Howard actually walked over from the sidewalk. It seemed that he had counted Su Ming's route and was waiting for him on the only way.

Howard first looked around like a thief, and then covered his face and mustache with the collar of his coat, with a particularly guilty conscience.

After repeated inspections, he opened the passenger's door and got into the car.

Not because he felt safe, but on the contrary, it was because the drivers behind the traffic trumpeted their horns, as if they were about to get out of the car and hit him.

"You should pick me up on Long Island. Manhattan in the morning is a hell."

Su Ming saw Howard's suspicious actions, but did not ask about it. Like the British talk about the weather, the New Yorkers talked about the traffic situation.

"I agree with you, but not today. We are going to Westchester, which happens to be in two directions with Long Island." Howard's moustache curled up, and he tucked back the tie that got out of his suit.

"Did you live in the company again yesterday?" Su Ming gently stepped on the accelerator and the car slowly slid.

"You left a suite for yourself on the top floor of your company. I think it's good, so I also live on the top floor of my company, but Manhattan is really inconvenient for transportation. I have to consider buying a suite in Los Angeles, just by the sea." Howard smoothed it out. The collar of the coat leaned on the seat as if relaxed and let out a sigh.

"Malibu Beach?" Su Ming glanced at him.

"How did you know?" Howard showed a surprised expression. He just had this idea, was he guessed?

Su Ming put the cigarette case in front of him for him to take it, and yawned: "There are many stars in Hollywood living there. I bet you definitely want to have a fateful encounter with some beautiful women."

"I found that you really know me..." Howard squeezed his chin and thought for a while: "But you have to know that men and men are impossible, and it's no use paying attention to me. But I still decided to buy a piece of land on Long Island and we will be neighbors."

"Fuck off."

Su Ming made a gesture to stop.

"No, it's just a joke. I saw your new secretary last time. I didn't expect the old man Gin to have such a beautiful granddaughter. You hide so deeply."

Howardella stayed on the door handle, as if afraid of being dropped.

"Stop talking nonsense, didn't you come to me to be more beautiful than whose secretary?" Facing Howard's wretched expressions and actions, Su Ming's heart was not fluctuating, and he even wanted to laugh.

"You don't have a bug in your car, right?" Howard reduced his wretched look again and became serious.

"No, I have someone responsible for the inspection." Su Ming shook his head. He first went back and checked it by himself, and then strangling it again: "I don't want to sit on a car bomb someday, like a Sherman car. The same died in the iron coffin."

"So your company's "Iron Wall" self-propelled anti-tank gun is a big metal lump. It has nothing but defense power?" Howard digressed again.

"Then you should ask the crews that have driven the iron wall, are they willing to trade the iron wall for Sherman?" Su Ming smiled, sometimes slow on the battlefield has the advantage: "At least I let the boys live. Instead of coming back under the flag, they killed a few people with my chariot. I don’t care. It’s best if no one is killed."

Howard showed a surprised expression. He looked up and down Su Ming: "How come I never knew you were a pacifist?"

"The war is over, my friend, the enemy on the battlefield in the past is now our customer. Killing one more person back then makes one less person's money now. For the company, this is a loss."

Su Ming turned the radio knob. The traffic jam was really irritating. He wanted to listen to jazz.

Germany is now divided, and West Germany, as a member of the capitalist countries, has to accept the "aid" of the United States, that is, to open up imports and exports to the maximum and become one of the dumping grounds for products.

The enemies of the past can now drink Skywalker’s drinks and enjoy most of Wilson’s products, and the German mark is also money.

"Damn it, arms exports to West Germany have not been liberalized. My recent activities have not been effective at all. The military takes this seriously."

Howard said helplessly. He watched the traffic flow outside the window, watching the black snow roll out from under the wheels of the car in front, and the car exhaust quickly dissipated.

Su Ming scratched his eyebrows with his nails and flicked the ash into the ashtray.

"You are looking for me for this? Let me talk about it first. I do have a good relationship with the military. I can also help you do some activities, but it is not guaranteed to be effective. Admiral Pershing passed away in August and his faction was in chaos. MacArthur To be the emperor of Japan, Eisenhower is preparing to run for the next president. Most people will not be able to participate in your'venture investment'."

"Just go and run for the president, and then find a way to send me a special administrative order or something."

Howard vomited in a dispirited way. He is actually not very interested in making money. He is a scientist and inventor. He sells arms just to make himself rich for personal hobbies, such as supporting actresses.

"Why don't you go? This country is still a businessman after all. If you go to run for the election, the military is not our opponent."

Su Ming retorted that the President of the United States can be said to be the most powerless president, but in fact he is only the spokesperson of the big business people.

Petroleum companies, bankers, car tycoons, and the president are basically these people in turns, but the consortium is different.

If Wilson Enterprises and Stark Industries join forces, Su Ming will use some tricks, and it will not be much harder to hold a president than an actress.

"I'm going to be president? I don't even know how many ex-girlfriends I have." Howard immediately refused. He had no such thoughts at all: "Can you imagine that if I were president and visited abroad, all ex-girlfriends would come to the airport to pick you up What will it be?"

"I thought you were worried about illegitimate children."

"I'm so stupid? I won't let a woman with ulterior motives have a chance to get pregnant, it involves a lot of things such as inheritance rights." Howard shook his head, he knew it.

"Why do you always pull the topic so far inadvertently? Talent?" Su Ming didn't want to gossip, he simply asked Howard what was going on.

"Well, are you...sure that it is safe in your car?"

Howard said the beginning, and immediately began to look around suspiciously, like a thief.

"Forget it, I'm going back." Su Ming turned on the turn signal.

"No, I said, that...do you know the mutant?" Howard's voice became smaller and smaller, and in the end it was almost inaudible.

"Oh? Why do you ask?" Su Ming asked calmly.

"I heard some rumors... It's just a rumors. Dr. Xavier's son is a suspected mutant of Charles Jr., and now someone is planning to arrest him for experiments."

"Ssr? Is the Roaring Commando responsible?"

"Walter? No, it's not ssr. What Dr. Xavier said he sacrificed for ssr. If he moved his son right after he died, it would disappoint everyone and cause distraction. This is not a cost-effective business, I said. It's other forces." Howard shook his head like a rattle, scratching his chin vigorously.

"Zola told you."

"Um... Well, he is really a genius. He has a lot of research on energy and biology, and he is Swiss. He has some channels of his own, and he told me the news."

"Well, I guess this channel is a skeleton that spit out a bunch of octopus tentacles, Howard, you are playing with fire, and it is not good to have a relationship with those lunatics in sensitive times."

"Hydra is over. Maybe some old Hydra agent is now a private investigator or street informant? Like you said, the war is over."

Howard stroked his moustache, raised his chin and rubbed it with his fingers.

Su Ming took a deep breath. He really wanted to pry Howard's skull with a big sword to see if there were women butts and Nako inside.

"The impoverished Hydra agent went to work as a private investigator, started a new life in this chaotic place in the United States, and then crossed dozens of insurances to send the news to Zola?... Two heads, they are not talking about jokes, only if there are people on the earth, Hydra will not be finished."

Su Ming can do business with Hydra, and of course Howard can, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, but the relationship cannot be exposed. This is not allowed in the current society.

Dr. Zola was under house arrest in ssr, and even the toilet was staring at him. How did he learn about the outside world and tell Howard the news is the real big problem.

"Hey, listen to me, I know what you said, but what benefit can Zola bring to him by telling me the news?" Howard got closer and looked at Su Ming very sincerely: "He is now everyday All his stools are tested to prevent him from committing suicide with chronic poison. What about him? I just want to do something good to save the family of another scientist colleague. I think he was right.

"Howard." Su Ming also turned his head and looked at him sincerely.

"Huh?" Howard blinked.

"You will really be played to death like this, even I can't save you!" Su Ming said viciously, spraying Howard's face.

"Bah, baah, you are older than me, old man, you have the time to worry about me, so I might as well pick the coffin wood early." Howard took out his handkerchief and rubbed his face violently, as everyone knew it was just wiping it evenly.

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