Meiman: I became Tony's younger brother

Ah this?

The crowd suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. It was really hard to imagine the identity of the person who asked Mr. Lark to lower his posture and open the door for him.

"Crash!"

The car door opened, and a glistening black marinated egg appeared in front of everyone.

so bright.

Fury wanted to close the door and let the driver leave at this moment. He was the chief of the secret department, the guardian who walked in the dark, not an entertainment star.

With so many billionaires present, Lark clearly wanted to expose him to the public eye.

As for why, he didn't know.

Lark stretched out his right hand in a welcoming gesture:

"My lord, please!"

It is impossible to leave. Today I want to see what you are auctioning.

Fury gave a calm "hmm" and got out of the car with a black windbreaker.

Everyone was uncertain about the identity of this unfamiliar face, so they just nodded politely as a greeting.

There are two beautiful figures in the back seat.

Maria Hill wore a white ice silk dress with two tassels hanging from her waist, and her chestnut hair was draped behind her shoulders.

There was light makeup on her face and a light layer of lipstick.

The beautiful shape is eye-catching.

"Long time no see, Ms. Hill."

Lak stretched out his hand and led her out of the car in a gentlemanly manner.

Hill looked at this smiling face, and thought of someone's cheap expression that night, and said coldly:

"It's better not to see him."

She picked up her skirt and got out of the car, but she didn't want her high heels to slip on the steps, causing her body to lose balance and fall backwards.

Seeing that his head was about to hit the roof of the car, a slender hand stretched out from inside the car and pressed it against his waist.

Natasha's charming, sexy and tickling voice echoed in everyone's ears.

"Hey, I saw that stinky man can't even walk. Do you want me to help you?"

Her jade hand was wrapped around her waist, and immediately a pair of red high heels stepped on the steps. Natasha hugged Hill and got out of the car.

One is cool and the other is charming.

"Gudong!"

"Gudong!"

Natasha gave a cold "hum" and entered the hall with the beauty in her arms.

A group of LSPs hurriedly followed.

In the hall, Tony watched the two people leave, sighed secretly, and raised his wine glass.

"Pity."

Pepper had noticed his eyes a long time ago, and tilted his head quietly: "What's the pity?"

Tony's eyelids twitched: "It's a pity...it's a pity that the beauty is a thief."

You know what's going on... Pepper smiled, put down the plum juice, and followed the crowd to take the elevator upstairs.

Tony shuddered.

so close!

Almost flipped over again.

Entering the auction hall, there were no names written on the luxurious seats, but everyone was very conscious and sat down in order of wealth, starting from the last two rows.

Today is the first day of the "opening" of the auction, and Lark did not open a box.

After all, the things he auctioned are unusual, let everyone get to know each other first and get to know them better.

Lak was the last to enter the hall. Whether it was intentional or not, the place left for him by the crowd was next to Hill, and next to it was naturally Natasha.

At this moment, she was looking at Lark with playful eyes.

"Mr. Lark, please do it."

... Lark sat down calmly.

Tony sat obediently on the right side of Pepper, looking intently at the stage as if there were flowers there.

It's not Rucker's style to be blind.

After everyone sat down, there was a "dang", and Winston came out from behind the stage dressed as an auctioneer.

The gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose made him look gentle and refined.

But the eyes of the crowd were sharp, and there was a gasp of air from the audience.

The eyelids of the black stewed egg also jumped.

This guy is a ruthless character in their file, and he might bleed a lot tonight.

There are some people here that I couldn't afford to offend before... Winston sighed inwardly, picked up a hammer and knocked on the auction table, and the scene fell silent instantly.

"boom!"

"Everyone, the rules for today's auction items are very simple, the highest bidder wins, no credit will be given."

It was really simple and no one questioned it.

Winston took out an invitation: "I believe everyone knows that our theme today is "Auction of Rare Objects."

So, what is a wonder? "

Everyone present is a smart person, so don’t be too familiar with this simple foil method. Due to Winston’s reputation on the road, some people still pretended to ask:

"Yes, what is a strange object?"

Winston chuckled and played the polished story of the famous federal "Elm Street Murders" on the big screen.

Everything is explained as the claw has magical power, so the protagonist of the murder case has the ability to travel through dreams and kill people invisible after picking it up.

Lark didn't know the real situation, but he guessed that it had something to do with the devil. After all, this was American comics.

A place where murderers and demons abound.

Unexpectedly, the black marinated egg did not refute.

But this also makes sense. Among the forces of ordinary people, the one who knows the most about the supernatural is SHIELD, not one of them.

After the ppt was finished, Winston struck while the iron was hot and asked someone to bring up the lot.

If he didn't show something real, he knew that no matter how much he said, the people below would not believe it.

"boom!"

Winston struck with the hammer and cried out:

"Please give us the No. 1 lot - the Essence of Life."

As soon as these words came out, several middle-aged men with pot bellies under the stage became short of breath for a moment, clenched their hands tightly, and looked at the stage with fiery eyes.

Under the eyes of everyone, the waiter came out carrying a silver tray with a piece of soft off-white cloth on it, with a high protrusion in the middle, like a bottle.

Winston pulled it open with a "swish", and inside was a glass crystal bottle about 10 centimeters high. The liquid inside was shining brightly under the light.

Among other things, this appearance is worth a lot of money.

Winston put on a pair of gloves on the spot, carefully held the mouth of the bottle, stretched out his hand and showed it below.

A few potbellies stared straight at it, refusing to leave for a moment. They had already inquired about the effect of this potion from some sources before.

"Mr. Winston, don't whet your appetite and get started quickly."

"Yes, yes, we can start while it's still early."

The man in black pointed at the bald man next to him, and said mockingly, "Haha, you old guy, you must have been caught by me. You even bragged to me that you were fierce."

Can this be tolerated?The bald man stretched out his hand to pat, and immediately counterattacked: "Damn, if you have the ability, don't pat later."

The man in black flicked his black and beautiful hair, and said to himself, "Cut, I'll take a photo for my friend."

Other theatergoers: I'm afraid the friend you mentioned is not yourself.

"Ahem, everyone, this baby is not as simple as you think." Winston coughed and pulled the errant car back:

"After our verification, only 10 milliliters is needed to restore the full energy of ordinary people in half a minute. I believe everyone present is very clear about the meaning of this."

When the order was reached, Winston stopped talking and put the bottle back on the tray, giving them time to think.

The eyes of the three members of S.H.I.E.L.D. flashed brightly at the same time. They were struggling in the hail of bullets, and they understood the preciousness of recovering energy in a short time.

Life!