Meiman: I became Tony's younger brother

Stark Manor.

After all, the villa still couldn't get rid of the fate of being riddled with holes. Lak and Happy each held a hammer and crazily outputted the luxurious floor tiles.

After being promoted to the extraordinary body, the power was strengthened again. Every time he swung it, the wooden handle bent into a crescent moon in the air, and fell to the ground to form a large hole.

Seeing this, Ha Pi was terrified, and the fat on his body trembled. Fortunately, he was wearing a black T-shirt now, and no matter how sweaty he was, he didn't have to worry about burning his eyes.

"Bang! Happy, haven't you been training with Hawkeye all the time? Why are you still so plump? Are you being lazy?"

"Bang! Boss, I went to the hospital for an examination two days ago."

"Bang! What did the doctor say."

"Bang! He said that I have a body type that is prone to obesity. No matter how much I exercise, if I just eat pizza, burgers, French fries, and cheese, the fat will keep rising. It's hopeless."

Happy drooped his head and waved the hammer feebly:

"I was so sad when I heard the news. I thought back when I was a boxer, eight-pack abs were standard. Now that I think about it, it was my lost youth."

Lak let out an "ouch" and leaned against the hammer handle, clutching his waist, as if he was suffering.

Happy threw away the hammer, put his big hands in the air, at a loss: "Boss, what's wrong with you."

Lark waved his hand: "It's okay, I'm so angry."

"Forehead……"

The daily ridicule is over, and the two continue to work.

Tony was manufacturing new equipment next door, and the sound of electric sizzle and blue-white light came through the glass door.

Happy was obviously absent-minded, and looked up at the next door from time to time, showing a longing look.

After a while, after hammering twice, Happy couldn't stand the temptation, couldn't help putting down the hammer, rubbing his hands and asking:

"Boss, the one that Boss Tony is building, can you make me one too, it's really handsome, and it was what I wanted most when I was a child."

Who is the boss?

Lark didn't even raise his head and continued to act as a tool: "Bang! Okay, tell Tony what color you want and let him get it for you."

As soon as the voice fell, a projection popped up from the ceiling, and Winston called.

Um?problem occurs?

Normally Winston would not call him.

Lark put down his hammer, wiped his sweat symbolically, and then answered the call: "Winston, what happened?"

Winston's surprised voice came from the other end of the phone: "Boss, that S.H.I.E.L.D. scarred face was outside the hotel with three boxes, and he said he wanted to carry out a mysterious item appraisal in advance. I didn't dare to agree easily, so I called Come and ask."

"SHIELD? Did they change their name?"

"Correct!"

"Okay, you let him be in the auction hall...wait."

S.H.I.E.L.D. is in such a hurry to exchange it, it must be because of the injury of the black stewed egg, in this case, can I make a fool of myself, anyway, they have so many 084s, they are not short of these three or five.

Luck tapped the handle of the hammer and quickly came up with an idea. He cleared his throat and said to the other end of the phone:

"Winston, if you tell them this way, you can say that you can appraise it now, but because the interval is too short, the crystal ball needs energy recovery, and they can only buy points at % off today."

"Um...Okay boss, please wait for me."

The phone was placed on the table without hanging up. First there was a burst of exclamation, then a quarrel. After a while, the phone was picked up again:

"Boss, they agreed, and Haitham has already taken them to the auction hall."

"Got it, I'll be right there."

Lark hung up the phone and threw the hammer to Happy. Happy took it with a confused look on his face. Seeing that there were so many unopened holes in the wall, he suddenly lost his mind.

Walking out of the basement, Lak casually took a bottle from the colorful drinks on the dining table, and unscrewed it after entering the cabin,

Just after taking a sip, his whole face was twisted into a lump.

"It's so sour...can humans drink this stuff?"

Six minutes later, Lark walked into the auction room with a frown on his face. He looked so bitter and resentful that Rumlow was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe. He opened the boxes in order.

A silver-white table knife, a silver-white plate, and a silver-white cup.

Rumlow pushed the three things forward: "Mr. Stark, please!"

It's still a three-piece suit, Lark muttered.

"Wait." Lark stood up, walked to the many cabinets against the wall of the auction table, and took out the ordinary water planet from one of them.

Rumlow peeked blatantly throughout the whole process. When he saw him hiding such an important treasure in such a place, he complained crazily in his heart and his eyes twitched.

Returning to his seat, Luck held the crystal ball in both hands and approached the table knife. Rumlow's eyes widened and he stared straight at it without blinking.

Lark chuckled and quietly activated the dragon's power. Suddenly, the crystal ball gave off a faint golden light and gradually condensed into an Arabic numeral: 2.

"So low?"

Rumlow frowned, suspicion written all over his face, and his eyes kept glancing back and forth between Lark and the crystal ball, trying to find evidence of his cheating:

"You didn't lie to me?"

"Ha! What do you think the mysterious object is? Cabbage on the street? Digging out a sack?" Lark rolled his eyes and started to complain.

Negotiation is about overwhelming the opponent in terms of momentum and not giving him a chance to think.

"boom!"

Lark reached out and slapped the table, and the knife flew up high. He stretched out his hand to grab it, picked it up with two fingers, and played with the knife in Rumlow's frightened eyes. He then thrust it into the table and penetrated it three times.

"Bah!"

"The rules of appraisal have been stated before. Once you enter the hotel, everything belongs to me. You have no choice."

Lark changed his tone and said impatiently: "Don't waste time. I make hundreds of millions every minute, and I don't have time to talk nonsense with you here."

You... cattle 13!

Rumlow knew that he must have been cheated, but he had no choice. Currently, only Lark had the ability to identify divine items, and it was purely a buyer's market.

He even monopolized the seller's market, earning at least 50% of the blood for this mysterious item.

Proper profiteer.

"You win, change to the next one." Rumlow said with a dark face, pushed the knife to the opposite side and replaced it with a silver-white cup.

"Discover mysterious energy, strength: 20"

Poor baby!

Lak calmly put the knife on his right hand.

He continued to keep a straight face, maintaining the impatient character, holding a crystal ball, repeating the old tricks

This time it is a larger number "4" than before.

Lak raised his eyebrows slightly, showing a hint of surprise just right, and then quickly retracted.

Rumlow's expression looks a little better this time, and his face is not so dark:

"not bad."

Pushing the cup over again, it was finally the silver-white saucer's turn.

After the first two bases, Rumlow subconsciously thought that this one was also a mysterious item. However, after a long time, no number appeared on the crystal ball, and he felt a little bit in his heart.

Sure enough, Lak twitched his mouth and pushed it mercilessly. The plate fell off the table and shattered into pieces.

"Crack!"

"Trash, putting it here dirty my eyes."

Rumlow: "You..."

"I am me, you are you."

"If you want it, you can pretend it and take it back, I don't mind."

Lark stood up and put the crystal ball back into the cabinet, looking so arrogant that Rumlow was so angry that he wanted to punch him.

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