Wu Liuqi in Marvel

Chapter 38
"how should I do?"

Tony said, "Sit down first, yes, sit down in front of that rectangular table."

Wu Liuqi looked around, the rectangular platform probably referred to the podium.

"I sat down, then what?"

Tony said, "Wave your hand and let them sit with you."

Wu Liuqi coughed a few times.

He didn't think it was good to do this, it was so cold on the ground, all the reporters came, maybe it took them a long time to rush over.

Maybe even turned down the date with the girlfriend.

Lost five dollars on the subway.

Missed the child's parent-teacher conference.

Wu Liuqi made up his mind, it's better not to let them sit on the ground, everyone is a decent person.

He said to the fat uncle with white beard standing next to him: "Go and find some stools for them, don't let everyone stand."

The fat uncle gave orders immediately, and after a few minutes, everyone got a small white round stool.

"What shall I do next?"

Tony on the phone mused.

"I don't know, I never prepare speeches, you can play freely first, I will call you according to the situation, anyway, you know my purpose, as long as you tell me about it. Also, The white-bearded uncle next to me is my friend. After my father left, he has been taking good care of me. If possible, I hope you give him a hug first."

Wu Liuqi looked up at the crowd.

"Tony" at the press conference smiled, and then gave the white-bearded uncle a hug.

"Obi, nice to see you again, you know, I didn't even have a chance to say goodbye to my father."

……

"So, do you want to hear a joke, there is a place in China called Shaolin Temple..."

Tony rants in the newsletter: "Don't tell jokes!!! Dead cook!!!"

"Forget it, let me say something and you repeat it."

Tony in the car watched the live broadcast on the car TV, and his tone became serious, as if he was at the scene.

"My father...he is an arms dealer and a scientist. Yes, you all know him, you all know him. In the United States, even elementary school children know my father. Of course, they must know me too."

Wu Liuqi repeated word for word.

"After coming back this time, I have experienced a lot, and there is something I always wanted to ask him."

"20 years ago, or 30 years, 40 years, sorry, I don't remember when Stark Industries was established, what kind of ideas did he have on the production of arms at that time?"

"Has he ever contradicted and wavered?"

"Tony" looked at the records in the audience, his eyes were surprisingly serious, and the reporters were also taking notes quickly.

"Maybe he regretted it, yes, I think he must have regretted it, if he could predict the future."

"Tony" paused, and at the same time buried his head deeply, he looked very distressed, as if he was mourning the death of a friend.

After a while, he raised his head and said slowly:
"I've seen young fellow Americans killed by the very weapons I used to protect them."

"Mr. Stark..."

"Sir..." Reporters kept raising their hands in the audience.

"Tony" ignored them, and continued to say: "Assassins need other professions to disguise to hide their true identities, and the same is true for weapons. It doesn't mean that they were born for peace, or that they wear A cloak of peace, when they explode they don't kill."

"From the beginning to the end, I didn't realize that I was a hypocrite. For this world, what we have to do is to contribute a little more, instead of creating something that will only explode."

"so……"

"I have decided to shut down the Stark Industries weapons manufacturing department!"

"Effective immediately!!"

The white-bearded uncle stopped him immediately to prevent him from being surrounded by the reporters who would arrive in the next second.

Tony saw it all from the other side.

He didn't say the second half of the sentence, but what he wanted to express was similar.

Shutting down Stark Industries Arms is what he wants to do now until he finds another way that is in the best interest of the government and his own ideas.

……

……

half a month later.

Obi slammed the blueprints in the faces of several engineers.

"This thing, an arc reactor!! Tony Stark is in the Middle East, that shitty place!! Made it out of a bunch of broken missiles!! Now you guys have it!! I just asked you to put it Zoom out, why can’t you do this simple request??”

The researcher who was pulled by the collar shook his head in frustration.

"Sorry, I'm not Tony Stark..."

A deep and depressing voice came from the door, and Obi looked at the middle-aged man who came suddenly.

"Let me introduce first. I'm Zemo. Although I don't know how to make an arc reactor, I can help you make a substitute, and the effect is similar."

Obi asked: "I'm not interested in guys of unknown origin. If you want to cooperate, you'd better report yourself first."

Holding a black instrument in his hand, he slowly approached Zemo. This is a concussion paralyzer, a product developed by Stark Industries three years ago. Unfortunately, it was not approved by Congress. Its function is to create a paralysis within a certain range Stand, as long as the person exists in the stand, the brain will be paralyzed immediately.

"Don't approach me with that outdated thing, I know you all well."

Zemo looked at Obi with dark eyes.

"I'm just here to cooperate. I won't look for you again after the end. I hope this short encounter will be more pleasant."

Obi put away the instrument in his hand, and asked with interest: "Tell me about your conditions."

Zemo took out a photo, "I know your true identity, help me kill this girl, don't cause a sensation, do it cleanly, and when it's done, I will give you what I want."

……

……

Wu Liuqi lay on her stomach beside the bed.

Sylvie was still in a coma, and he was the only person the girl could trust.

The wind is a bit cold tonight, Wu Liuqi wants to get up and close the window.

"—Whoosh!"

The silent bullet pierced through the glass and hit Wu Liuqi straight on the chest, blood staining the white sweater red.

The sniper on the opposite side of the hospital smiled disdainfully, retreated the bullet, and fired a second shot at the hospital bed.

"—Whoosh!"

The silent bullet hit Sylvie, and Wu Liuqi fell to the ground, looking at the sheets that were gradually stained red, he couldn't make any response, his eyelids gradually became heavier, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

The snipers on the roof unhurriedly packed up their equipment.

A gust of wind blows.

A small cut was made on his hand, and the killer was puzzled.

Immediately afterwards, the same wound appeared on his neck, and he fell down unwillingly, staring straight at the boy floating in front of him.

"You! How did you do it?"

　So... Guess how to reverse it? ?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)