Infinite Stream Metaverse

Chapter 116 Intimate Partner
The plastic ghost baby appeared outside Zhang Yuning's room with a tablet in her arms. Looking at Zhang Yuning who was packing simple luggage inside, she asked:

"I saw that comment, you think that's him?"

Zhang Yuning put a few cosmetic bottles into the toilet bag, zipped it up, and said without looking back:

"Then Saobao's fighting style, who else could he be? In short, I've done my best to help Ron Bentham, for this kind of sake. Perfect human beings will soon notice this hotel Yes, I'm leaving here and returning to Pike Street, New York, and you can figure out the rest by yourself."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Yuning carried her purse and planned to leave.

Upton DuPont hurriedly raised his hand to stop him:

"Wait a minute, Zhang, I will find a way to confirm his identity. I'm going to the city too. You can take me with you."

Then, the plastic doll added another sentence: "However, before you leave, please wait for me for a while."

Zhang Yuning stood where she was, watching the plastic doll run into the clean storage room on the floor without knowing why, took out a saw, and went straight to the master bedroom.

There was a cruel evil smile on the round face of the plastic doll. Upton jumped onto the bed with the saw and said:

"I don't think his silver-white metal arms are ordinary. Wait for me for a few minutes, and I'll saw them off and take them away!"

As he said that, Upton held the handle of the saw with his two small hands, and began to saw back and forth at the joint between the man's steel arm and the flesh in the peaked cap.

Zhang Yuning looked at this hideous plastic doll with blood splattered all over her face, and thought to herself that this is the real return of ghosts.

The painting style is finally right.

Zhang Yuning is a reincarnation with supernatural abilities, and is not interested in things other than evil spirits and supernatural knowledge. This dead reincarnation is obviously a guy with technological abilities, the kind who plays cyber prosthetic modification. Zhang Yuning is interested in his These steel arms are not of much interest, so Appleton can take them if he wants them.

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The next day, the morning sun poured into the spacious bedroom, shining on the solid wood floor and the messy clothes on the floor.

Fu Qinghai got up from the big bed refreshedly, beside the bed lay a woman covered with a thin quilt, exposing light brown buttocks and thighs, Fu Qinghai didn't care about this exhausted woman who had been tossed all night by him. Woman, after going into the bathroom and washing up, she put on her clothes and went downstairs.

Under the park building, beside the road, there was already a black Cadillac Escalade waiting.

The passenger window was lowered, revealing Nathan Lemon's unsmiling face. The man looked at Fu Qinghai and said:
"Mr. Quentin, Mr. Hammer invites you to the Long Island villa."

Fu Qinghai nodded, opened the rear door, and sat down on the back seat.

The Cadillac started and merged with two bulletproof cars of the same model on the road, then merged into the New York traffic and drove towards the rich area of ​​Long Island.

Fu Qinghai looked at the two bodyguard cars one behind the other through the car window, and asked curiously:
"Security is going to be so tight now?"

Nathan Lemon on the co-pilot said indifferently:
"New York City has been very turbulent lately. The news is full of gun battles, gun fights and explosions."

After finishing speaking, Nathan Lemon took a deep look at Fu Qinghai through the interior rearview mirror, and said meaningfully:
"Mr. Quentin must know better than we do, don't he?"

Fu Qinghai smiled when he heard this, shrugged and said nothing.

Hammer Industries certainly knew that Fu Qinghai had participated in the Battle of Manhattan.

Because the Petebilt heavy truck equipped with the Blue Shell power armor was provided by Hammer Industry to Fu Qinghai. Fu Qinghai even drove the truck into the New York police barrier. Flattened and got the truck fixed and brought it back.

Seeing that Fu Qinghai didn't want to talk to him, Nathan Lemon wisely stopped talking, and three black SUVs crossed the sea-crossing bridge and arrived at Justin Hammer's mansion.

A few black suits with sunglasses were left outside the door. Fu Qinghai followed Nathan Lemon into the villa, walked directly through the large living room, and came to the backyard of the mansion.

Here is a huge Greek-style swimming pool, with ivory white marble slabs, which are even more dazzling white under the direct sunlight at noon, surrounded by sculptures of seahorses, shells and Venus with broken arms, surrounded by clear blue swimming pool water, shallow Gently undulating, verdant lawn, above the servants busy around the smoke-free grill, and waiters walking around with cocktail trays.

Throughout the hillside backyard with a wide view, there are many more servants and bodyguards than masters.

A fat black maid came to Fu Qinghai with a tray in both hands. Inside the tray was a set of swimming trunks, flip flops and a white bath towel. The maid said respectfully:
"Mr. Quentin, please follow me to the locker room."

In the locker room, Fu Qinghai changed into loose beach pants, flip flops, and came to the pool with his muscular upper body naked.

Under the parasol, a skinny old man wearing sunglasses and a silk bathrobe sat up from the recliner and waved towards him. Nathan Lemon in a suit stayed where he was with his hands behind his back, while Fu Qinghai He walked over casually.

Fu Qinghai came to a recliner next to Justin Hammer, sat down carelessly, and then lay down on it.

Under the shade of the parasol, Justin Hammer was lazily leaning on the recliner, with sunglasses on his hooked nose, and his meticulously groomed back hair could not conceal the age spots and wrinkles on his face and neck.

Fu Qinghai rested his eyes on the reclining chair with his hands on his pillow and his feet together, without speaking.

After a long time, Justin Hammer slowly said:

"You really confuse me, Mr. Quentin."

"Oh, really."

Fu Qinghai lazily replied with a meaningless nonsense.

Justin Hammer looked forward and continued:
"Your ability, your identity, your magical knowledge... even your name, until now, I don't know what your real name is."

A waiter in a white suit and black tie happened to pass by. Fu Qinghai snapped his fingers and ordered:

"A dry martini, three parts gin and one part vodka, plus half a part vermouth, shaken with ice cubes, and a thin peeled lemon."

The waiter bowed: "Yes, sir."

Fu Qinghai added another sentence: "Remember, shake well, don't stir."

"Ok."

After giving the order, Fu Qinghai turned around and said to Justin Hammer:

"Everyone has their own secrets, right, Mr. Hammer? We just need to get what we need and get what we want. As for the process and source, it's not that important, is it?"

Justin Hammer grinned, smiled, and said:
"If it were in the past, when I was young, I would very much approve of your rhetoric. The simple and crude logic is like a deal that goes straight to the point... But now, I am a little worried."

Fu Qinghai asked with a puzzled face:

"What are you worrying about, Mr. Hammer? I don't understand, a top rich man in the world, a person who lives in a single-family mansion in a rich area of ​​Long Island, what else in this world is worth worrying about, Hammer Industry from me Wouldn't it satisfy you that it got what it couldn't have for the past 100 years? Are you now worried that refugees in Haiti won't get vaccines, or black ghetto blacks in Baltimore won't get an education? "

After asking, Fu Qinghai blinked at Justin Hammer.

Justin Hammer laughed loudly and said:

"It doesn't match the size of your top killer. You are not cold, Mr. Quentin. On the contrary, you have a very funny and humorous side."

Evil capitalists like Justin Hammer are unwilling to do fake charity. When will they care about Haitian refugees and slums? Fu Qinghai's words directly amused him.

Fu Qinghai is now in a normal body shape of 1.9 meters, but the strong muscles on his body and the faintly exposed metal joints will not disappear with the Pym rays, so he has the evaluation of Justin Hammer's "top killer shape".

At this time, the bartender wearing a vest put a glass of cocktail on the low table beside Fu Qinghai. Fu Qinghai took the wine glass, pushed aside the lemon peel hanging from the edge of the glass, and took a light sip.

Justin Hammer raised his head and said to the bartender:

"Give me a drink too, the same as Mr. Quentin's."

"Yes, Mr. Hammer."

Justin Hammer said slowly:

"What did you find in the abandoned military base that Nathan Lemon checked?"

Fu Qinghai put down his wine glass and said with a smile:

"It's not good for you to know, Mr. Hammer. Of course, if you are really curious, you can ask Nathan Lemon to send someone in to have a look."

Fu Qinghai's suggestion is purely to watch the fun and not think it's a big deal.

Justin Hammer sighed and changed the question:
"You went to Manhattan that day, participated in that battle, for what?"

"Emmmm..." Fu Qinghai thought for a while and said:

"You can understand that I have a grudge against S.H.I.E.L.D. I went to make trouble for Nick Fury that day. In fact, we are in the same camp, Mr. Hammer, look, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. Nick Fury single-handedly contributed to the establishment of the Avengers, and your old friend Tony Stark is a member of the Avengers, going around, we are still teammates in the same trench."

Justin Hammer shook his head with a wry smile.

Even Justin Hammer can't deal with an Iron Man, now add the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D.?Noisy.

Justin Hammer asked again:
"The white-armored dragon-slaying warrior who is making a lot of noise on the Internet, is it you?"

"it's me."

Fu Qinghai generously admitted.

"You used Tony Stark's Ark reactor and plasma propulsion technology?"

"Yes."

Fu Qinghai nodded.

Justin Hammer was confirmed, and suddenly became a little excited. He sat up from the recliner and said seriously:

"Do you know what price I paid to get this Ark reactor? In order to get Anton Vanke out of the federal prison, I even spent a time in prison. In the end, that guy only The Ark reactor that can produce a low-power version is simply not comparable to Tony Stark's. The Ark reactor means perfect clean energy, super output power, and everything in Stark Industries! You If you can provide me with the technology of the Ark Reactor..."

"That's right, that's right." Fu Qinghai interrupted Justin Hammer's words by raising his hand, calmed his excitement, and said with the same seriousness:

"You are right, Mr. Hammer, but have you considered a question?"

"I can provide the technology of Hanmer Industries' Ark Reactor, but what can Hanmer Industries give me?"

Fu Qinghai's sharp eyes fixed on Justin Hammer's eyes.

The plastic steel and chalk formula given earlier has already made Hammer Industries a lot of money. Fu Qinghai has long since owed Justin Hammer nothing. Fu Qinghai is not a philanthropist. Give reason.

Under Fu Qinghai's gaze, Justin Hammer fell silent.

After a while, he spoke hoarsely:
"what do you want?"

Fu Qinghai leaned back on the reclining chair and closed his eyes slightly:

"What I want, Hammer Industries can't give."

Justin Hammer was speechless.

At this time, water splashed in the swimming pool next to it, and a young girl floated up from the pool. She closed her eyes, raised her hands to stroke back her dark golden hair, and wiped the water on her face again. Step by step out of the pool.

Black brown hair roots, hair tips dyed golden, wearing a dark red bikini swimsuit, breast muscles are plump and straight, vest line can be seen faintly when twisting the waist, legs are straight, slender and strong, healthy skin of wheat color, This is the most popular color for American girls.

The young girl picked up the towel handed over by the maid and wiped off the water stains on her body. Her wet hair was pushed back, revealing her smooth forehead and deep eyebrows.

Fu Qinghai was wondering if this beautiful woman was a canary raised by Justin Hammer, but the girl walked over slowly, and Fu Qinghai was slightly surprised by the first sentence:
"dad."

Justin Hammer's daughter?
Justin Hammer smiled and said:
"What is it, my dear Justine?"

The young girl said:
"May I invite this Mr. Quentin to put on sunscreen for me?"

Justin Hammer laughed and said:

"This is a matter between you young people. As long as Mr. Quentin is willing, there is no need to ask me."

Justine turned her head, looked at Fu Qinghai with a pair of deep and beautiful eyes, and asked:
"And Mr. Quentin?"

Fu Qinghai smiled and sat up, saying:
"I am very glad, fair lady."

Fu Qinghai got up and followed Justin to a cushion by the swimming pool under the sun.

Justin Hammer looked at the backs of the two, the smile on his face disappeared, and he squeezed the space between his brows with a headache.

From the unexpected encounter in the prison, to the gradual and in-depth cooperation, and now Fu Qinghai's indifferent attitude towards Hammer Industry, Justin Hammer has already felt the smell.

This old cunning old guy is not a fool.

At the beginning, Quentin Fu begged Hammer Industry to handle affairs, and his attitude was modest and respectful. Later, he began to go his own way and let himself go. When Justin Hammer returned to New York and invited him to come to the mansion for a talk, he even rejected Justin directly. • Hammer's Invitation.

The reason turned out to be "I've been busy recently, so I don't have time."

If this Quentin Fu had nothing to rely on, why would his attitude change like this.

It should be from a certain moment that he was not afraid of Hammer Industrial's use of strength at all.

After guessing that the white-armored soldier in the Battle of Manhattan was him, Justin Hammer and Nathan Lemon dared not offend Quentin casually.

With a wealth of knowledge and strong strength, this is really not one of the supervillains that Justin Hammer can handle at will.

Although Hammer Industry's gains from Fu Qinghai were far greater than their efforts, Justin Hammer was still not reconciled.

That's the Ark Reactor!
Justin Hammer and Tony Stark have been fighting for a lifetime, and it has become his long-cherished wish to defeat Tony Stark, and the Ark Reactor is an opportunity for Hammer Industries to be closest to Stark Industries.

If you can't do it hard, you can only do it softly. That's why Justin Hammer invited Fu Qinghai to come directly to his home, to the swimming pool area in the backyard, and to do this as a more intimate partner. talk.

Rather than the status of superiors and subordinates.

But now, what can Hammer Industries come up with to impress Mr. Quentin?
Headache.

Justin Hammer looked back at Nathan Lemmon, and Nathan Lemmon also looked at him.

Just last week, Justin Hammer's personal doctor suddenly brought a very bad news during a routine physical examination-Justin Hammer has pancreatic cancer, terminal.

Except for his confidant Nathan Lemon, Justin Hammer didn't even tell his daughter about this news.

This is where Justin Hammer gets really worried when he says he's worried.

In this endless battle with Iron Man, he has lost.

Lost to time.

Pancreatic cancer is one of the most insidious cancers. Justin Hammer himself is a dying old man, while Tony Stark is just a playboy less than 40 years old.

God seems to have decided the outcome for these two.

But Justin Hammer is not willing to admit defeat.

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not far away.

The young girl lay on the soft cushion, with her forehead resting on her hands, showing her beautiful figure in front of Fu Qinghai at a glance.

Fu Qinghai squatted on the ground, rubbed the golden yellow sunscreen into his palm and melted it, and then covered Justine's delicate and graceful back with his palm.

If Fu Qinghai from his previous life had to find a white girlfriend, he would definitely choose an American girl.

Compared with yellow people, the body hair of white people is thicker and longer, and it cannot be seen from a distance. This is because the body hair of white people is light in color, and many of them are white and almost transparent. But if you get started, for example, your girlfriend sits on you Next to it, when you stretch out your arms, you will feel like you are hugging a plush toy.

(PS: The author's real experience, a German girl, but not a girlfriend.)
Compared with European girls, American girls are more fashionable and trendy. They not only like to sunbathe, but also like to remove hair and remove hair all over their bodies.

This makes many American girls have much finer skin than European girls.

Of course, this has to be a rich American girl. The rich rely on medical beauty, while the poor rely on natural beauty.

Fu Qinghai evenly smeared the girl's waist and thighs with both hands. Justine's body feels really good. Fu Qinghai feels that she must have been trained. There are obvious traces of exercise. The muscles are elastic, not limp. Miss Jiao Didi.

His father is not far away, so of course Fu Qinghai couldn't do the beastly act of unbuttoning the girl's bikini belt and oiling her waist. Fu Qinghai skipped over the plump buttocks gentlemanly, I smeared sunscreen on Justine's back, waist and thighs, then stood up, took a hot towel from the maid, and wiped off the remaining sunscreen.

The young girl turned over on the cushion, raised her hand to cover the glare of the sun, and said:
"Thank you, Mr. Quentin."

"You're welcome."

Fu Qinghai said.

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Justin Hammer kept Fu Qinghai and had dinner together in the mansion of the villa, a traditional Monaco seafood feast, paired with a good white wine, Chateau Irme Riesling.

The two toasted and chatted happily, chatting all over the world, from depleted uranium armor-piercing bombs to porcini mushrooms in Yunnan, China, from housing prices in New York to how many partners' wives Tony Stark's father had.

Just not to talk about the Ark reactor.

As night fell and the lights came on in the mansion, the drunk Justin Hammer was helped upstairs by his servants, while Fu Qinghai walked out of the mansion's gate reeking of alcohol.

On the side of the asphalt road outside the lawn, a black Cadillac bulletproof SUV had been waiting for a long time, and two men in black suits and sunglasses stood beside the car, ready to take Fu Qinghai back to the apartment.

Suddenly, there was a roar of the engine, followed by a screeching sound of tires rubbing against the ground.

"squeak--"

A cool looking supercar stopped in front of Fu Qinghai after a short drift and flick.

A pure white Pagani Zonda.

The car window was lowered, revealing Justine Hammer's delicate and pretty face. The woman wore light makeup, thin black eyeliner, curled eyelashes, and two large golden earrings hanging from her earlobes. A simple dark red evening dress.

The young girl glanced at Fu Qinghai lightly, and said:
"Want to go for a drive, Mr. Quentin?"

Fu Qinghai smiled and said:
"With pleasure, Miss Hammer."

After finishing speaking, he opened the co-driver's door and lowered himself into the low seat of Pagani Zonda.

Justin Hammer held the steering wheel and stepped on his high-heeled toes. Amidst a burst of air waves and the roar of the engine, Pagani disappeared into the night in the affluent area of ​​Long Island.

The two men in black suits and sunglasses were left looking at each other.

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(End of this chapter)