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Chapter 62 The Hydra Checks the Water Meter
"You're interested in Chinese food because of Martin?"

Pepper asked curiously.

"That's right, when I was in school, he often made me some strange food, but it was delicious, and then I learned that a lot of it was Chinese food."

Betty had a happy smile on her face.

"It sounds very romantic. If you are both students, it will be even sweeter." Pepper said with a smile, "Is this how he chased you?"

"Maybe."

Betty smiled and spread her hands, "Who can say for sure about feelings."

"That's right, it's only a little worse than a cheeseburger." Stark ate two dumplings and nodded with satisfaction, "So, Martin is interested in Chinese food because your grandmother is of Chinese descent?"

Martin froze for a moment; he had forgotten about it.

"Perhaps... have you investigated?"

He just said casually, but as soon as the words fell, he suddenly felt that the surrounding atmosphere was a little stagnant.

Stark opened his mouth: "Uh...you know, actually, it's just..."

Martin also reacted, saying that others investigating him may be a relatively serious accusation in the eyes of these Yankees, suspected of violating privacy and human rights.

And Stark did ask Jarvis cheaply.

This is no joke.

Martin smiled and said, "Then I want to ask you something."

Stark nodded awkwardly: "You say."

Martin asked with a smile: "I need to make sure of one thing. Betty and I are not long-lost siblings, right?"

Poof~!

All three except Martin burst out laughing.

Betty patted Martin dumbfoundingly: "Even if they are, they are still siblings!"

Pepper covered her mouth hard, afraid that she would laugh out loud.

"Ha! Actually..."

As soon as Stark opened his mouth, he realized that this was just a joke made by Martin, and he didn't need to answer at all, so he shrugged: "Actually, it would be more interesting if you were siblings."

The gathering of four people started with a fight and ended with ease.

After lunch, each returned to a busy state.

Stark has ideas for improving the armor, especially the new anti-Martin armor.He thought of some structure that would make it easier for him to win if he could limit Martin's movements.

Pepper will be in charge of the affairs of the entire Stark Industries when Tony is the shopkeeper, especially the elimination of the negative impact of Obadiah and the split of the weapons department.

Betty started a new round of "vigor potion" experiments, and by the way, tested new physical data for Martin.

The most idle is Martin.

After testing the data, I found that my maximum explosive power has exceeded [-] tons, and I was immediately satisfied.

After measuring my height again, I found that I was less than 1.7 meters six, and I felt a little sad.

This strengthening has a little effect on height!

After the test, he was not completely idle, and people came to visit one after another.

It was Bronski who came first, for the agreed "vitality potion".

Martin found that he liked this guy a little bit. There were not many soldiers shorter than himself in the barracks.

"What's this thing called? It's like a recovery potion in the game?"

Bronski's eyes lit up after reading the simple instructions written by Betty.

"This is not a game, I think you can call it chicken blood potion."

Martin said with a smile.

Bronski curled his lips helplessly: "Say something I can understand, OK?"

"Being chicken blood is used to describe people's emotions are very excited, which is a bit funny, but I think it's very good, isn't it?" Martin shrugged.

Blonsky put away the reagents: "Well, it's up to you, I'll go back and try your chicken blood."

The name of the Vitality Potion was arbitrarily decided by Martin.

After Bronski left, a pickup truck with the name of the water supply company on it came to visit, and two plumbers in overalls came down to overhaul the water pipes.

Martin asked them to wait at the door, checked the records, and found that people from the water supply company did come at this time of year, but he always felt that these two people were suspicious.

Afterwards, he enthusiastically welcomed the two of them in, and dragged them to the hall.

"You've worked hard! I don't have the money to tip you here, so how about it, let's have a drink or two together, and don't rush to work."

Without any explanation, Martin pulled the two workers to the table, and each of them stuffed a bottle of wine, 70% vodka just bought in the supermarket:

"Come! Drink!"

A tall worker couldn't laugh or cry: "We are maintenance workers, and we are not allowed to drink alcohol at work, and if we delay here for too long, our wages will be deducted."

Martin looked indifferent: "Just say that there is a problem with the water pipe here, and fix it directly! If you need it, I will write you a thank you letter, as long as you drink with me!"

The short worker's eyes drifted a little: "We really can't drink here. I was suspected of being lazy last month and my salary was deducted."

Martin waved his hand with a full face: "How much salary is deducted from you, I will make it up for you! Don't look at me having no money, my girlfriend has money! Just use the bank account to pay the money! Sit down! Drink!"

The two were a little dumbfounded. They had tried to break free just now, but they couldn't get away at all, and now they were directly pressed on the seat.

The tall worker smiled helplessly: "Then have a drink."

The short worker also smiled dryly: "Drink less."

"have you eaten?"

"drink!"

"How old is this year?"

"drink!"

"Is there a target?"

"drink!"

Martin, an old homeboy, wouldn't try to persuade him to drink. He just chatted awkwardly with a smile on his face, and then poured wine with both force and force.

Two bottles of vodka quickly bottomed out.

Then he sent a text message on his cell phone, asking Betty to bring something down.

Within a few minutes, Betty came down from the upstairs with a bottle of wine, and said to the two with a smile: "Martin is rarely so happy, I hope you have a good drink."

The tall man's face was already flushed, and his tongue was a little straight: "If I am deducted money, don't forget to make it up for me. Martin agreed."

Betty smiled and nodded: "Have a good time." After speaking, she went upstairs.

Martin quickly persuaded the bottle to go in half again.

puff~!

puff~!

Martin looked at the two moaning on the table, and made a phone call: "Honey, come down, I'm a little dizzy."

Betty trotted downstairs and said with a smile, "I heard everything."

Then he checked Martin's pupils with great interest: "You are much less resistant to drugs than Bruce." Some drugs were mixed into the wine she took down just now.

Martin rolled his eyes: "That guy is covered in chlorophyll, how can I compare with him."

"It's just Veritaserum. You shouldn't have passed out so quickly. It looks like you really got them drunk."

After confirming that Martin was fine, Betty checked the other two plumbers, and then looked at Martin curiously: "Tell me, how do you plan to interrogate?"

Martin thought for a while, walked between the two, leaned over and whispered, "Hail Hydra!"

The tall worker shuddered, closed his eyes and moved his lips.

Martin stared and saw that his mouth clearly wanted to say "Hail Hydra" too!
"Damn! I thought there was something wrong with the short guy, but I didn't expect it to be him!"

Betty asked in surprise: "What did you say? You asked it out so quickly!"

Martin shrugged: "Sign, long live Faxis!"

Betty covered her mouth and exclaimed, "Faxis still exist in this era?"

"That's not it!"

Martin grabbed the tall worker by the collar and dragged him outside the door. He clicked the tall worker a few times, crushing the man's wrists and ankles.

Then he came back with the other party's tool bag and coat, and he saw Betty talking to the short worker.

"Are you interrogating too?"

Betty raised her index finger on her lips, and said to the short worker, "What did he ask you to do?"

The short worker squinted his eyes and shook his head, and said whiningly, "I was not asked to do anything, but I was told not to say anything, and I will give you a thousand dollars afterwards."

Although the voice was very unclear, the two had already understood the meaning.

Betty said: "Just now that guy wants to install a bug on the water pipe, so let him not say anything."

Martin suddenly said: "He was flustered, that's why he missed the trap, and it also made me think there was something wrong with him."

Betty found a small instrument in the tall man's tool bag: "We have blocked the signal, what's the use of the bug?"

"The signal can also be transmitted along the water pipe with electric current. They can install a receiver on the water pipe one kilometer away to monitor our voice. Of course, the effect will definitely not be very good."

(End of this chapter)