American Comics: I Am Tall, Rich And Handsome, But I Was Pushed Back By Black Widow

"This guy...could it be possible that he already has a solution to palladium poisoning?"

Leaving Byrne's office, Nick Fury still couldn't accept that his trump card would fail.

Based on his understanding of Byrne, when he heard that Tony Stark was about to die due to palladium poisoning, he would definitely panic and then save his brother at all costs.

When Tony Stark was kidnapped, he risked his own life to go to Afhan to rescue him, which is the best proof.

Unless he already knows about this in advance and has found a solution, there is no reason to reject him.

"Since this method doesn't work, then we need to find a way to save the country."

Nick Fury thought for a moment and decided immediately,

"Just go directly to his brother, Tony Stark. Even if you can't get Angel to join, it would be a very good choice to get Iron Man to join." One Zero Zero.

"How about it? I said it won't work, right?"

Natasha Romanoff, who had been waiting in the lounge outside the door, saw Nick Fury coming out and immediately went to greet him with Phil Coulson.

But seeing his expression, I already knew the answer and couldn't help but joke.

"Sure enough, you still know him best."

Nick Fury shrugged, gave her a meaningful look, and continued,

"In this case, you should stay with him, let's go."

Originally, he planned to send Natasha Romanoff to contact Tony Stark, but now it seems that it is better to send other agents.

He still has a glimmer of hope for Byrne. If Natasha Romanoff can win him, it will undoubtedly be an unexpected surprise.

"no problem."

This is definitely a task that Natasha Romanoff enjoys.

As for Nick Fury's pointed look, she simply chose to ignore it.

As the director of S.H.I.E.L.D, no one knows that he is also an old gossip.

Then Natasha Romanoff watched Nick Fury and Phil Coulson leave, turned around and opened the door and walked into the office.

"You S.H.I.E.L.D people really like to wear vests, and you've sneaked into our Stark group again.

Byrne leaned on the chair with his back to the door, looking at the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window. When he heard the door open, he spoke directly as if there were a pair of eyes behind him.

I have to say that he quite likes the chairman's office that Pepper decorated for him.

The space is large, the light is good, and there are wine display cabinets, bar tables, sofas and TVs.

Definitely, what he liked most was the private lounge inside.

"What? You haven't seen me for a few days, don't you miss me?"

Natasha Romanoff had long been accustomed to his behavior of having eyes on his back. She stepped on high heels and strolled up to him. She gently lifted his chin with her index finger and looked down at him with a smile.

Then, she sat directly on his lap.

"Woman, you are playing with fire, do you know that?"

Byrne's left hand rested naturally on her waist.

"So what if you're playing with fire? Anyway, everything that was supposed to happen happened."

Natasha Romanoff didn't take it seriously, and even went overboard and tapped him on the lips.

At the same time, gently pinch his earlobe with your right hand, and then blow into the ear.

Seeing that Byrne remained unmoved and did not speak, she became bolder and reached out to grab the leafy giant tree.

"I've learned how to make tea in the past few days. Why don't you go to the lounge inside and I'll make you a cup of tea?"

Byrne suddenly grabbed her hand and said something that Natasha Romanoff couldn't understand.

But out of curiosity, she nodded in agreement and walked into the lounge with him.

Then, Byrne took out the tea set and started tea art directly.

Warm the cup first, then wash the tea.

Suddenly, Natasha Romanoff was sweating, eye-opening, and excited.

During this period, Zhao Hailun discovered something unusual, entered the office, and immediately joined the tea-making party.

Enjoyed the delicious tea brewed by Byrne.

The sun is scorching.

The midday sun was particularly dazzling.

Although he couldn't feel it while sitting in the lounge, General Ross, who had been waiting all morning without seeing Byrne, felt that the fire in his heart was hotter than the sun outside.

"At such a young age, he can show off like this. It really makes me think highly of him."

General Ross, who had a good first impression of Byrne through observing his temperament at the banquet, felt blind at this moment.

Especially when I saw the coffee cups on the table and the ashtrays filled with cigarette butts, I felt even more angry.

"Sir, don't worry, our chairman has some urgent matters to deal with and will see you soon..."

At this time, a receptionist brought another cup of coffee and said words that he had heard no less than 10 times.

"Go tell him, if you don't see him within half an hour, I will arrest Bruce Banner again, and I will do what I say.

General Ross finally couldn't bear it anymore and decided not to wait any longer. He stubbed out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, stood up and said angrily.

"I'm sorry, sir, please calm down first, I'll tell the chairman right now."

The receptionist was so intimidated by his momentum that his legs shook in fright. He did not dare to neglect and hurriedly bowed and said.

As a result, before turning around to go to the lounge, he saw Zhao Hailun from Seguo, opened the door and walked in.

"General Ross, please follow me."

"Huh, if your boss doesn't give me a reasonable explanation, we'll just wait and see."

General Ross looked slightly better, but still snorted coldly, then straightened his tie and followed Helen Zhao to the chairman's office.

...

Inside the office.

Natasha Romanoff's figure has disappeared.

Byrne was the only one who opened a bottle of whiskey and drank it with great enjoyment.

It seems that I am still savoring the aroma of tea brewed from two different tea leaves.

"You really know how to enjoy it, just like your brother."

General Ross opened the door and walked in. Seeing this scene, he was furious.

Then, very familiar, 0.9 took the whiskey without ceremony and poured himself a glass.

General Ross took a sip, his eyes lit up, and then he said sarcastically,

"The wine is indeed good. He deserves to be a rich man."

"General Ross came to me. Do you have any questions?"

Byrne shook his glass and said knowingly.

He didn't care at all about his words.

After all, he was indeed at fault in the first place, making others wait in the lounge for so long just to make tea.

"Why should I let Bruce Banner go? You should know how big a threat he is.

General Ross didn't talk nonsense, got straight to the point, and asked very simply.

"It's very simple."

Byrne looked at him and said with a smile,

"He is now my personal bodyguard. If you take him away, who will protect my safety?"