Meiman: I became Tony's younger brother

The black boots stepped on the stairs, and the red liquid slid down and pooled on the toes.

When the light came down, Lark's shadow was drawn into a long strip.There was no sound above, and the villa suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

call!call!call!

At the stairway, Lak stretched out his head and scanned quickly, his pupils shrank and he squatted down suddenly.

Hey!

Da da da da!

"SurpriseMotherfuc***, hahahaha."

On the second floor, the last security guard fired wildly with a machine gun.The expensive solid wood floor was ruthlessly shredded, and sawdust mixed with gravel was flying all over the sky.

Seeing that the enemy was suppressed, he stepped forward to pursue the victory, and his strong body pressed the bullets into a line:

"You bastard, come out if you have the guts, da da da da da."

"Aren't you very fierce just now, why are you so cowardly now, da da da..."

The security guard pushed forward, the stairwell was turned into ruins by the raging firepower, his face was flushed.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The bullet hit him and splashed mud behind him. Lark rushed out of the villa with his head in his arms and lay down behind the flower bed.

"Huhuhu..."

Lakla opened the mask and took a deep breath. Cold sweat came out one after another. The clothes were quickly soaked and stuck to the skin.

so horrible.

The location of the security station happened to be in a blind spot for surveillance, and Jarvis couldn't see it. He didn't expect that old guy Obadiah to actually have heavy firepower.

This body armor he's wearing can't stop him. correct……

Rucker groped his body with his hands, but he breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't find the hole in the gun.

"Fortunately, I ran fast, otherwise I would have fallen into a box."

Before he could catch his breath, the siren sounded faintly in his ears, and Jarvis reminded:

"Sir, the police have already rushed this way and are expected to arrive in 4 minutes. You have to speed up."

Manhattan is a wealthy area, and there are police officers patrolling 24 hours a day. After an accident, it is required to arrive at the scene within 5 minutes.

The villa area is obviously a step up.

"Fuck" Lak cursed angrily. The reason why he sneaked around was because he didn't want to be exposed, and now his plans have been disrupted.

He quickly looked around and saw no security guards, and the gunfire stopped.

"Sir, he is squatting in the leftmost room on the second floor. You can throw thunder." Jarvis reminded at this time.

"Trust me again."

Luck followed the flower bed to the left side of the villa, and sure enough he saw a window. He held three grenades in his right hand and a gun in his left hand. He pulled the trigger and quickly threw it out.

"Crack."

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The glass shattered, and the grenade fell into the room in a beautiful arc in the air. Lark lowered his head and opened the panel.

boom! boom! boom!

"Energy value +1"

"Balance: 9.9 energy value"

It's time to explode!

Lark closed the panel and rushed into the villa. The most important thing now was to get rid of Obadai, otherwise it would not be easy to catch him next time.

Second floor, study.

The door kicked open with a "bang", and Lark glanced across the room, but did not see Obady's figure.

"Jarvis, find him."

The light emitted from both sides of the helmet scans 360 degrees, and a prompt pops up on the screen after a while:

"Sir, there is a secret room behind the bookshelf on the left. You can see it when you open it."

Hearing this, Lak sneered and walked to the bookshelf, pulling his hands hard.

Hurrah!boom!

The utensil fell down, revealing the silver metal door embedded in the wall behind it, with the control panel on the right and the word MARS in the lower left corner.

"...soft jazz..."

There is a golf putting practice device on the ground. Obadei holds the stick with both hands, bends his knees slightly, tests it twice and then waves gently.

Snapped!

The white ball rolled forward, jumped up the slope and entered the hole steadily.

"Great!"

Obadai's beard moved slightly, he sat back in the boss chair and lit his cigar, and pressed the red button on the table, the screen in front of him flickered and then a picture appeared.

A man in black took out a thread from his helmet, not knowing what he was doing.

Obadai sneered. He had spent a lot of money to customize this secret room. Except for the awkward camera angle, it had everything else including food, electricity, etc.

The Internet is even more isolated from the outside world.

If you want to crack, go dreaming.

But... looking at the monitoring, he seemed to think of something, pressed another button, and said:

"who are you?"

"Who sent you here?"

"The Continental Hotel? Or the Roush subsidiary?"

"Black Caesar? Night Demon? Zero?"

The man in black kept moving, pulling out a few more lines and connecting them to the panel.

Seeing that he was unmoved, Obaday continued: "In today's killer world, there are not many people who can kill nine of my men within two minutes."

"Being a killer with your skills is too humiliating. Are you interested in changing your job?"

"The annual salary is 500 million US dollars."

To be honest, if it wasn't for Stark's surname now, Lark would have wanted to do it with him. An annual salary of 500 million is not low in the killer world, and it belongs to the top of the pyramid.

Coupled with Obaday's current status as the chairman of the Stark Group, it can be said that no one who wants to get rid of the quagmire of the killer organization can resist this temptation.

pity……

Lark made a move.

In the secret room, Obadiah thought the other party had agreed. With a proud expression on his face, he slapped the table and laughed:

"Ha ha ha ha……"

A man's calm voice came from the small speaker:

"I'm not interested in money..."

"Haha... hiccup." The laughter stopped, and the opened mouth could not be closed for a long time.Obaday's face turned pale.

Why did Obadiah arrange for terrorists to attack Tony? To sum it up in one word: money!

These words were like slapping him hard on the face, and even thought he was dirty.

"Humph!!"

Obaday slammed the cigar into the ashtray, crushed it repeatedly, and stared fixedly at the man in black on the screen.Coldly said:

"Don't eat a toast and eat a fine drink."

Turning off the monitor, Obaday picked up the phone and frowned. There was a text message showing that sending failed:

The second team finished their vacation.

If he dares to deal with terrorists, he naturally has more than just the people outside the villa. Now the whole of New York is in a special period, and he is sending people out just to be on the safe side.

Only the one with no problem of identity was left on the bright side to stay by his side.Unexpectedly, the enemy took advantage of the loophole.

After calming down, Obaday held his mobile phone and fell into deep thought: Who is going to kill me?

He thought of Justin Hammer for the first time, and then passed it ruthlessly. He was just a clown.

Norman Osborn?Calculating his family disease, it seems that he is at this age...not right, Obaday stroked his beard and shook his head.

At this time, he glanced at the photo on the table and mocked: "It can't be a loser like you anyway, hahahaha..."

"Didi, alert alert, the system has been breached, the system has been breached."

"What!!!" Obadai shook his hands in fright and dropped his phone to the ground. He looked at the monitor in a panic and screamed:

"How could this be, how could this be, this must be broken..."

He can taunt at will through the door, but you can't hit me anyway, there is no danger to your life.Now that the door is open, everything is different, he has to face the killing god outside alone.

Gudong!

Obaday swallowed, and the elegance, arrogance, and domineering feeling just now disappeared. Shivering, he picked up the pistol and aimed it at the door.

There was a dull sound of mechanical operation in the secret room.

Ka Ka Ka!

Hey!

Obaday pulled the trigger.

boom!

Black shadows rushed into the house.

Bang bang bang!

The black shadow stepped on the ground and rose into the air.

Bang bang bang!

"Climb for Grandpa!!!"

Boom!

Obadei hit the back of his head on a metal wall, vomited blood and fell into coma.

A huge footprint on the chest.

Snapped!

Lark landed gracefully, his black helmet emitting a bloodthirsty light. He stood up...

"Hiss, it hurts. This old guy is so good at shooting. He was shot twice in a row."

Lark rubbed his chest. Fortunately, the two shots were not fired at the same location, otherwise at least one rib would be broken tonight.

The alarm bells were ringing louder and louder in his ears. He did not dare to delay and dragged Obaday to the door. A bucket of oil came out of nowhere and filled the secret room.

boom!

Let it burn!