Meiman: I became Tony's younger brother

Brooklyn, New York's most populous borough, is culturally, socially and ethnically diverse, with an independent arts vibe.

As night fell, countless hooded boys started to work, enthusiastically carrying bags for every customer who passed the alley.

rain or shine,

Conscientious.

Lark withdrew his gaze and put his gaze forward again.

After the fighting class, Rucker exchanged the "Junior Energy Detector", let Hawkeye act as a driver, and began to wander around New York.

The magnificent era has kicked off. As the center of this world event, there must be a lot of mysterious energy.

Sure enough, it only took him three days to lock the area.

Due to the fact that the battle armor was being manufactured, he delayed until now.

On the semi-abandoned dock, several containers overlapped each other and were piled on the ground in a circle, forming a zigzag shape. Leave only a channel in the corner.

The dim ruts extend from a distance to the entrance of the passage, obviously not as simple as it looks on the surface.

"Energy detector discovers mysterious energy"

"Distance: 70 meters; Energy intensity: 35"

"Distance: 71 meters; Energy intensity: 50"

"Distance: 72 meters; Energy intensity: 45"

This distance... is not right.

Lark was wearing armor and lying on an abandoned building. He stretched out his fingers and drew a simple triangle on the ground:

"It reminds me that the straight-line distance is 70 meters. According to my observation, the container is at most 40 meters away from the building under my feet.

"This building... I'm on the sixth floor, each floor is about 2.5 meters, that's 15 meters, counting the error...

Damn, these bastards actually hid something 30 meters underground. Was there any mistake? "

Lark clapped his palm, his fingers sank deep into the ground, and there was a buzzing sound from his helmet.

The rut mark, 30 meters, means there is a base here, and at the same time, there must be a passage to the underground.

At that time, Jing Hung Gwang didn't pay attention to the angle of the prompt at all, and he didn't even have time to release the bird. Now things are a bit difficult to handle.

I don't know how often the base is open, nor where the underground passage is. Wouldn't it be a good idea to rush over and alert the enemy?

What if you don't gain something once you come out... Lak opened the panel.

A pigeon appeared in the abandoned room, flapped its wings twice and flew towards the pier, its gray feathers blending into the night sky.

The situation of the container quickly appeared in Lark's mind, surrounded by walls made of iron sheets, and the middle of the word was black and hard.

It is asphalt.

Observing carefully, Lark locked a certain area on the wall, surrounded by mottled and peeling iron sheets, only its paint surface was intact, with a faint luster.

If you guessed correctly, this is where the passage is.

Relying on the fact that he was a bird, Lark simply stopped on the ground and looked around.

……

Manhattan.

The roar of the engine was deafening, and a limited-edition silver Audi passed left and right in the crowded traffic.

Drivers along the way raised their middle fingers. After seeing the license plate with the word "STARK", they shrank back in their seats in despair, cursing the damn rich people secretly.

The Victoria Hotel on Fifth Avenue is holding a banquet today, and all the people who are familiar with the newspapers are present, and they are either rich or expensive.

Whenever this happens, the reporters on the periphery will raise their cameras and keep clicking.

At this time, everyone heard a roar coming from a distance, looked up, and saw a silver Audi driving on the street.

Before they could identify the model, the silver Audi suddenly parked in front of the hotel, its unique STARK license plate shining brightly.

Tony pushed open the car door, ignored the boiling crowd, and went straight to the banquet scene under the guidance of Jarvis.

Two ladies sat facing each other in the corner, with a bodyguard standing behind each.

The bright lights stopped a foot away, and the guests walked around. This place seemed to belong to another world.

Pepper was sitting upright, with wavy curls draped behind her, her azure blue dress was slightly darkened, and she was holding a red wine glass in her hand.She glanced at the opposite side and said with a smile:

"This...Agent Natasha is recovering well. She's even wearing high heels."

Natasha leaned on the sofa, put her right foot on her left leg, and her toes trembled. She didn't care about the sarcasm in her words and said with a smile:

"A little injury in exchange for the status of a Stark shareholder, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem to be a loss. Are you right, Secretary Pepper?"

"I didn't expect you to dress up a little bit, and you're still a bit pretty, just... a million times worse than me."

She tossed her hair and leaned back slightly, revealing her graceful curves and her hot red lips, which were full of temptation.

There was a "gudong" sound from around, and many people stared straight at this place, and the smile on Natasha's face became even brighter.

Her identity was exposed, but now she let it go, it's just a verbal quarrel, who has my old lady been afraid of for so many years.

If you hadn't revealed your identity as a Stark shareholder, I would have asked Happy to throw you out. Pepper tightened her grip on the glass.

Feeling in my heart, Lark really hit the mark. This organization holds a lot of Stark shares, and only part of them were exchanged that day.

Naturally, Pepper began to fight back not to be outdone, and the two women greeted each other in the most elegant manner.

There is not a single dirty word between the words.

In an instant, there was a commotion in the banquet hall, Pepper turned his head curiously, and Tony stood panting heavily at the entrance, his eyes searching the crowd.

Pepper stood up in surprise, walked over to rescue Tony from the crowd, looked behind him and asked:

"Aren't you in the lab, why did you come over suddenly, and why didn't I see Lark."

Tony answered casually to get rid of it, and was relieved when Happy shook his head, and immediately set his eyes on Natasha.

Natasha stood up, brushed her fingers over her fiery red hair, and parted her charming lips: "Good evening, Mr. Stark."

Among the crowd, a waiter in a waistcoat was signaled to return to the kitchen and left the hotel through the back door, a black SUV parked by the side of the road.

He looked around and quickly opened the car door, starting the car and driving up Fifth Avenue.

In addition to the waiter, there were three other people in the car - black and white double evil + scar face.

"Team leader, Tony has already left the factory. There is indeed a ring device on his chest, about this size." He gestured.

Rumlow didn't answer, but ordered his men to drive faster.

The car skilfully evaded surveillance and stopped at an abandoned building by the Hudson River. The black and white brakes opened the door and took out... fireworks from the back seat.

On the other side is Stark Industries.

Rumlow took out his watch and looked at the hour hand.

20:55:00

No matter how funny this scene looks, it’s the 21st century and this ancient method of communication is still being used.

These are all real people, Rumlow explained:

"The Stark factory is no better than the manor. The nuclear reactor is not afraid of the threat of power outages; the sensors and artificial intelligence in the factory area can maximize the advantages, and the firepower will only be stronger than the manor;

Not counting those magical leopards, it was impossible to sneak in, not even to use radio to contact the people inside. "

As expected of the team leader, the three of them suddenly realized and flattered him one after another.

At nine o'clock sharp, a bouquet of fireworks exploded over the Hudson River.