Meiman: I became Tony's younger brother

Chapter 194 Murder Cases

In addition to Tony, Banner, Steve, and White Ghost, the Lark Five is a handsome guy.

Both arms were covered with small items, and she was carried by the beautiful woman to the hotel.

Just when Lak was about to be suppressed by the witch, Hill called to "rescue" him from the sea of ​​suffering.

After reporting in a few sentences, the universe Rubik's Cube exploded, affecting the progress of the personnel's inspection, and then hung up without saying a word.

It was definitely on purpose, hum!

Lark had just closed the door when Tony just came out from the opposite side. The two looked at each other and walked outside pretending nothing happened.

……

"Pepper."

"Hill."

"understood!"

dawn.

Pepper was sitting in the main seat, looking at Tony opposite him like a saw like a knife, and Luck gloated at his misfortune and had a leisurely breakfast, and from time to time followed him with a few words.

In the small square, a guard whispered something, and Happy hurried into the villa:
"Boss, it's not good. Someone died next door to you last night."

"puff……"

Lak wiped the coffee from the corner of his mouth, looked up in surprise and asked, "What did you say?"

Tony looked confused, pointed behind him, and said, "There was no one next door to me last night, wait, don't you mean... there is a ghost!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly thought of something, and his body trembled.

Since Pepper was pregnant, her guts have changed with her stomach. She sat up straight, put her hands on the table and asked excitedly:

"Is it a demon? What does it look like? Is it also a goat's head? Is it ugly?"

"Forehead……"

Happy scratched his head, like, like, maybe he'd done something bad.

After struggling violently, he gave Tony a self-seeking look, then closed his eyes immediately, and said:

"The boss booked a room in the hotel yesterday, and the next door died."

"...Phew, please finish speaking in one breath next time."

"Then hurry up, don't stay here!"

After Tony complained, avoiding Pepper's murderous eyes, he decisively dropped the knife and fork and ran away.

Lark put down the towel and said hello to follow.

"I've eaten too."

"Ah."

What kind of ghosts and ghosts dare to kill people in the room occupied by Tony Stark, next door.

Kind of!

Soon the two arrived by car, and a large number of police officers had already surrounded the hotel, and four white coats carried two stretchers on the ambulance.

Looking at the white cloth on the head, it is already dead.

The two turned their heads to look at Happy, saying that you didn't say that it was two people who died.

Happy held up his right palm: "Five."

"Hiss, there's something."

Lak suddenly became interested. Since he came to this world, he was either planning to kill or was on the way to be killed.

It was the first time to experience a murder in the third person.

Seeing that Tony hadn't moved, he pushed his shoulders and glanced upstairs and joked, "Why don't you ask Jarvis how your girlfriends are doing last night."

"Hehe, I only have Pepper in my heart, don't provoke our relationship."

"..."

Because there were reporters at the main entrance, the two chose to go around.

The Manhattan police are not stupid, and the back door naturally has a police handle.

When the two police officers saw someone approaching, they subconsciously stretched their hands to their waists, but when they saw the complexion of the three people and the obviously expensive suits, their expressions suddenly relaxed.

The police officer on the left blocked the door and said calmly: "I'm sorry, sir, the hotel is closed now, you can go to the hotel next door."

Tony's strong mouth went online, he smiled and raised his head slightly, and pointed his nostrils at people:
"See who I am, I'm going in now, do you have any comments?"

This smell is too strong, definitely the whole New York, no, the notorious Tony Stark in the whole federation.

"Haha, good morning Mr. Stark, no matter what the door is, it is always open to you, please."

"Please."

The two police officers immediately acted like dogs and opened the door without even asking who Rucker and Happy were.

The three entered the hotel, and the person in charge immediately came down from upstairs after receiving the news.

George Stacey has a tall figure, a resolute face, and a vague military style.

"Long time no see, Mr. Stark, what brought you here today, crime scenes are not suitable for billionaires."

"You are……"

"George, George Stacy, Chief of the Manhattan Police Department's Major Crimes Unit."

"Oh... I have no impression."

Tony deserves to be Tony, three words make me mad,
Lark still wanted to satisfy his curiosity, so he patted him on the shoulder and took the initiative.

"Sheriff George has worked hard. We just want to see who dared to kill people next to our room. We won't disturb you to handle the case."

"It's him, the blond man in the photo."

George looked at the face of the man in front of him, and instantly recalled the first time when the Obadai villa was on fire, SHIELD broke up with the Manhattan Police Department because of a photo.

He glanced over it at the time and barely remembered the face.

The heir to the Stark family, Lak, woke up miraculously, and stabilized the company's stock price with a few words, and then the Stark Manor was destroyed.

Everything is related to the man in front of him.

In retrospect, the fire at Obadai's villa was certainly not an accident.

But what does this have to do with me.

I'm just an employee with a salary of the police station sponsored by Stark Industries.

The elevator door opened, and a man dressed in a black suit immediately surrounded him. Judging from the badge, he seemed to be the manager of the hotel:

"Sheriff George, what's up, have you found any clues, have you caught the suspect, do you need our help?"

George was not surprised by his reaction.

This four-star hotel is also considered top-notch around Manhattan. Once it is reported that a guest dies in the hotel, five people will be charged at once.
Needless to say, the business has definitely plummeted, so the people behind the hotel are more anxious than him.

"Manager Danny, don't worry. The forensic doctor has sent the body back and forth. I believe there will be results soon. Please trust the Manhattan police."

Danny is an old fritter, how could he not understand that this sentence is nonsense.

He asked again: "Sergeant George, stop joking. The boss has called me three times just now, asking me to get the suspect's information. Don't make it difficult for me."

He bit the word "suspect" very hard, implying that he would give three names casually, and it would be fine for a temporary assignment.

But who is George, who is notoriously smelly and hard, how can he give him information.

Moreover, he really has no clue.

Danny still wanted to exert pressure, but his eyes suddenly went dark, and a shadow covered him.

Looking up, there was a strong man with a wide body and a fat body, and his voice was buzzing in his ears:

"Go away, you're in the way."

"Fatty, do you know who I am?"

"do not know."

Because of the murder case, Danny focused all his attention on George, who was in a police uniform, and didn't pay attention to other people, so he didn't recognize Tony's iconic face.

As for Hapi, he is quite well-known in the bodyguard industry, and the hotel...

Manager Danny's eyes flashed sternly, threatening:

"Very well, be bold, and be careful when you go out at night."

As soon as the words came out, George, who had already left, stopped and gave a thumbs up silently.

Brave enough!

My number is... Remember to detain me when you are counter-killed.

Rack and Tony looked at each other, shrugged and followed.

(End of this chapter)