New Punisher: I am a mass murderer in Marvel

Chapter 25 Stark: What an unforgettable banquet

Tony Stark was staring intently at a woman in the banquet hall.

The bright red dress wrapped around her curvaceous body, and the hem of the skirt swayed slightly as she moved.

The crystal high heels tapped on the ground, "tap, tap, tap", as if beating to the same rhythm as his heart.

Her face is delicate, elegant and dignified, but there is a hidden charm in her eyes.

In particular, she seemed to raise her eyebrows at him intentionally or unintentionally.

damn!

This is much more attractive than the superficial photos on magazine covers!
His eyes lit up slightly and he adjusted his clothes. Just as he was about to move forward, a tall Asian man suddenly blocked his way.

"Hey, are you the famous Tony Stark? I'm your fan, you're much more handsome than I thought!"

Stark was secretly happy. He certainly didn't care about the praise from ordinary people, but the Asian man in front of him was obviously a stunningly handsome guy. He was recognized by his peers and had made great achievements.

He shrugged: "Although I really want to praise you for your good taste, I have something else to do, please let me..."

"Well, you're just a lot shorter than I thought. You only reach my...chin!"

Stark was stunned for a moment. What are you talking about?
"Stark, please don't be angry. Don't be angry no matter what I do next.

After all, I am your idol!"

what?
Stark was confused, and before he could react, he saw the handsome Asian man in front of him suddenly shouted: "Oh, my God!
You are actually a racist!
I still regard you as my idol, how can you call me like that, Mr. Tony Stark!"

In an instant, the entire banquet fell silent, and everyone's eyes turned over here.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, David stood next to Marcus and began to invade.

Stark was confused. What did I say?

Cohen turned his back to the crowd, winked at Stark and mouthed: Sorry!

"You can't call me that, Mr. Tony Stark!
You can't call me a Chinese guy and say I'm as loud and stupid as those guys!"

The black-boiled egg in the crowd blinked: I'm the only one here, did I disturb you?
Stark looked at everyone's suspicious eyes, especially the girl in the red dress who opened her red lips in surprise. He was extremely angry!

He took a step forward and grabbed Cohen's collar fiercely: "Fuck, what are you talking about? I didn't say these words at all. Are you slandering me?"

The two were very close to each other, and Cohen whispered helplessly: "I apologized in advance, don't be angry."

Then he shouted loudly: "Oh, God, Mr. Stark, please don't hit me, I'm so scared, don't hit me, someone come and save me!"

Everyone was in an uproar.

"Stark, calm down..." someone advised.

The yellow-haired real estate developer turned his eyes around and whispered to him with his hands covering his mouth: "Stark, although the Chinese and Nige are inferior, you can't say these words to their faces, and you can't hit them in front of them..."

Black Sauce Egg happened to hear it, his nose tilted and his eyes glared: "What the hell are you talking about?"

The yellow-haired real estate developer looked embarrassed and his eyes wandered: "Well, I also have black friends..."

At this time, Happy, who was slacking off and eating cupcakes in the dessert area, finally came over.

He had no idea what was going on, but when he saw Stark's red face and angry expression, he felt as if he had not fulfilled his responsibilities as a bodyguard.

So embarrassing!
He immediately pointed his finger, like a hero descending to the earth: "Hey, Chinese guy, let go of Tony Stark!"

After saying that, he jumped high like a fat eagle, his body drew a graceful arc, and pounced straight towards Cohen!

The onlookers exclaimed in surprise, not sure whether it was because Happy seemed to have confirmed the "racial discrimination" or because his "agile" posture was so impressive.

Many women, including the girl in the red dress, stared at the scene with their eyes wide open and their hands covering their lips in shock.

A smile appeared on Cohen's lips, and he dragged Stark back two steps with his powerful strength.

In this way, Happy, who was originally rushing towards Cohen, will directly fall on Stark.

Of course, the smart Stark also noticed this, and he hurriedly tried to get out of the way.

But then he realized that it was not him who locked up the Asian man, but the Asian man who locked him up.

The hands that held him were like a pair of iron clamps, and he couldn't move them at all despite his best efforts!
Until the last moment, seeing the growing fear in Stark's eyes, Cohen softened his heart.

He suddenly took Stark and moved sideways, and Happy missed his target and fell to the ground with a thud.

Cohen's eyes swept over to David, who nodded slightly.

Cohen suddenly laughed, put his arm around Stark's shoulders and gently hit his chest.

“Stark, you still cooperate with me so well!
Don't worry, he and I have been friends for many years. This was just a joke between us. I'm very sorry if you got scared!"

Tony Stark, who was held in his arms, moved his lips, felt the hot chest behind him, and tightened his face but said nothing.

Happy, covered in dust, got up and looked at the scene in front of him, a little confused.

He didn't remember his boss having an Asian friend. Looking at Stark's stiff expression, he winked and asked in a voice he thought was subtle: "Tony, are you okay?

If you were held hostage, would you blink?"

Then he received a fierce eye roll from Stark.

Um, eye roll?

What does it mean?
No matter what he thought, the onlookers saw that Stark did not refute Cohen's words and took it as his consent, and the crowd slowly dispersed.

Cohen patted Stark on the shoulder and said, "Good friend, see you next time. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first.

Also, your bodyguard is awesome, he's very brave!
You can try something smarter next time."

Stark looked at Cohen's brisk steps, his eyes were silent, his palms clenched into fists, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Cohen joined David and left together.

"Ding ~"

The elevator door opens.

What he never expected was that the person who opened the door was not a polite waiter, but a big black man in a leather windbreaker and holding a shotgun!

Blade, why is he here?
Before he could figure it out, Blade in the elevator had already raised the barrel of his gun.

Cohen quickly held David's head and dodged to the side.

"boom!"

The sound of the shotgun was like thunder, and Cohen even felt a heat wave passing by.

You bastard, you are a real tiger!
Blade walked forward while shooting, and the whole party became a mess.

Of course, Blade did not kill innocent people indiscriminately. He was always targeting the vampire elder Marcus.

However, as a pure-blooded vampire, Marcus has a strong physique and is good at using humans as cover, so Blade was unable to take him down for a while...

Stark felt that he had a very unlucky day.

He never knew New York could be so dangerous.

Having just been slandered by an inexplicable guy, now a man with a big gun suddenly ran into the banquet hall.

The key point is that the guy that Big Black wanted to kill rushed directly towards him, and it seemed that he wanted to use him to block the bullet!

His loyal bodyguard Happy stepped in front of him, and then...

He was blown away!
Looking at Marcus rushing towards him, he was desperate.

At this moment, a wine bottle flew through the air at an extremely fast speed and hit Marcus' head. In order to avoid it, Marcus had to dodge to the side.

At this moment, Blade's bullets shot over, and Marcus had to give up the idea of ​​taking hostages. He turned to the window beside him and jumped out.

The blade followed closely behind.

Stark, who escaped the disaster, quickly looked in the direction where the bottle was thrown, only to see that it was the rude Asian man just now.

He even gave himself a gentleman's salute.

Stark's expression suddenly became very interesting.

The crowd was in chaos, and security personnel moved in to organize a retreat.

Cohen decided to follow Blade. He guessed that the villain Frost's plan should be about to begin, and he would feel safe only when he teamed up with Blade to fight the boss.

He asked David to leave the venue first during the chaos, and he went to the window himself.

Everyone was running away and no one noticed him.

He took out a silver-white mask with a very mecha style from his arms and put it on his face.

Just as he was about to jump, he suddenly realized that someone seemed to be following him closely.

Looking back, in the panicked crowd, Stark stood still, looking straight over here, with a trace of shock on his face.

Um, why is this guy staring at me?

Cohen paused, raised his index finger to his lips, made a gesture to him to keep quiet, and then raised his thumb to his neck.

What I mean is, if you dare tell anyone, I will kill you!

Then he climbed out the window.

The expression on Stark's face became even more interesting, and he hurried to the window.

Under the silvery moonlight, he only saw the figure nimbly and lightly walk down the stairs and disappear into the street.

He took a deep breath and said, "No matter who you are, no matter where you are, I will find you!"
(End of this chapter)