Meiman: I became Tony's younger brother

A dim light came down from above, illuminating the entire arena.

Thick ropes surround the surroundings to ensure that people will not fall out to the greatest extent.

Tony wore boxing gloves, his muscles were bulging, and his sweat was like wax on his body, making him look full of sculptural beauty.

On the opposite side, Lack, who was "short" and had no body, was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen:

"Ouch...don't call, I know I was wrong."

"Tony...no, big brother...you are my real big brother. I will never give you nicknames again. Please let me go."

Tony refused to let go, and chased after him with two more punches: "Do you still dare to trick me in the future?"

Luck was running around the ring with his butt in his hands, and accidentally fell to the ground with his left foot and right foot, crying and shouting:

"Don't dare, I really don't dare, I will be your wingman in the future, if you have trouble, I will take the blame, if you have a girl, you soak first, if you have a meal, you eat first."

Tony stepped on Lak's back, raised his fists, and shouted excitedly: "Hahahaha, I won!"

At this time, many beautiful women suddenly appeared around the ring. They shouted Tony's name crazily, with careful eyes: "Tony! Tony! Tony!"

Stimulated, Tony also yelled:

"Tony! Tony! Tony! . . . "

It's so noisy, what is this guy going crazy this morning... Lak pulled off the blanket and wrapped it around his waist, and walked into the bedroom.

Tony closed his eyes and shook his head, with a lustful smile on his face, and shouted his name like crazy.

"Tony?"

There was no response after shouting, and Lak mercilessly slapped him on the face with two big mouths:

"Clap!"

"Let's see if you still dare to..."

Tony was suddenly interrupted while shouting in celebration. When he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of exaggerated pectoralis major muscles in front of him, with muscular arms on the left and right.

Lark crossed his arms, giving him a murderous look.

"Gudong!"

In the dream... stalking... Lak; now... me?Tony swallowed and forced an ugly smile on his face:

"morning!"

Lak had a straight face, expressionless: "Hmm."

Tony pulled the blanket and tied it tightly around his waist, pulling it so that it wouldn't fall off. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and said cautiously, "Why are you in my room?"

As he said that, he got off the bed, left the bedroom, opened the door directly, and landed one foot on the corridor.

Muscle lark, can't beat, can't beat.

With such a big reaction, it is estimated that what I had just now was not a serious dream.

"It's okay, you disturbed me by talking in your sleep."

Tony held on to the door frame and raised his eyebrows: "Oh! It's a dream!"

……

In Stark Industries, the machinery is rumbling, and Hawkeye Clint Barton is wearing a white helmet and is distracted.

Once upon a time, I was an elite agent: I fought tigers in the snowy mountains, ate snakes in the desert, and fought toothed sharks in the deep sea;

Now, I am a glorious fighting coach, part-time construction site supervisor, part-time security personnel,

If this continues, the next job may not be a fitness instructor.

what's going on in my head

Clint shook his head and unscrewed the cap of the bottle, taking a swig. Then the phone rang and he took out his cell phone.

Tony Stark:

I want to build muscle, hurry up!

"puff--"

……

"Giggle, Ah Bao, hurry up, the ball is about to be snatched away by the big cat."

"Haha, Big Cat, you are really good, let's play again, shall we?"

On the lawn outside the hotel, Pepper kept throwing tennis balls. Four leopards turned into dogs and chased after them. After picking them up, they put them back in Pepper's palm and circled around her.

Today's discount, cats and cats casually.

Pepper's laughter never stopped.

Rucker and Tony sat on the deck and had breakfast.

On the left is bread and milk fritters, on the right is steak and broccoli - a muscle-building meal.

At this time, two black spots flew across the sky in the distance, one behind the other, and the rumbling sound spread far away.

A few minutes later, the Quinjet took the lead in arriving over the hotel with its absolute advantage.

The hotel was originally designed with only two helipads reserved, so Pepper and Abao had no choice but to stop their entertainment activities and give up the lawn.

The plane landed, and Agent Natasha, who had dyed her hair a new color, made a shining appearance with people.

Pepper may have clashed with her because of the horoscope, threw the tennis ball, and turned on the mocking mode: "You are so old, and you are still like a college student to become a girl fan."

Natasha raised her hand to grab it, and the tennis ball landed firmly in her palm. She shook her head gracefully, and cherry blossoms seemed to float in the air: "My old lady is so confident."

"puff--"

"Cough-cough-"

The two who were eating broke their defenses.

I haven’t seen you for a few days, and the changes have been huge.

Natasha returned the ball to its original owner, and Hill came up from the foot of the mountain and caught it.

boom!

"How many people did you bring?" Hill asked.

A Quinjet fighter can carry up to ten people, which is obviously not enough.

Natasha said: "Three teams, taking a military plane, are expected to arrive at noon."

Hill nodded, 30 people are enough.

During the conversation, Haytham came out of the main control room, walked to Luke's side, pointed to the helicopter in the distance, and said, "Boss, the people from the French Continental Hotel have arrived."

"Oh, I see."

Lak and Tony finished eating in twos and twos, and asked people to remove the plates.

In a sense, he was asking someone to do something; moreover, he had a good relationship with Gao Tai Desi and could be regarded as half an ally.

Basic etiquette is required.

This is a black helicopter with the logo of the Continental Hotel painted on both sides of the fuselage, and the sound of the propellers can be heard several kilometers away.

In comparison, the Quinjet wins.

The plane landed, and a tall man in a black suit came down. He bent over and trotted out of the propeller area.

Haytham, as a former colleague, went to greet him.

"Haytham, thank you for your help this time."

"Axel, I was only following orders."

After shaking hands, he looked at the cool-looking aircraft next door that was several grades higher than their helicopter. He lowered his head and asked in a low voice, "This is..."

Continental hotel part-time intelligence business.

"A secret department, I can only tell you so much." Haitham shook his head, then puffed out his chest, pretending to be calm, and said:

"They also received orders from their bosses to come to work. They will partner with us later to carry out tasks together."

"Understood, thank you." Axel said with a smile.

Violent, unconventional playing cards are usually synonymous with the secret service.

Therefore, it is best not to mess with it.

The reason why the high table has been able to stand in the dark world for so many years is that when they perform tasks, they try to avoid affecting ordinary people.

Commonly known, there are 13 numbers.

With Hailsham's reminder, Axel has always been very measured in his subsequent contacts with SHIELD, and he will never ask questions that shouldn't be asked.

……

At noon, seven black SUVs drove up the mountain road and parked outside the hotel. 7 combat personnel got out of the vehicle and collected their equipment one by one from the Quinjet.

After a while, two black buses arrived, and a group of black suits got off. After careful counting, there were exactly 30 people.

And all AR15 with Beretta 1911.

……

The monitoring room was converted into a temporary command room.

As the commander, Hill introduced the situation above. On the left is the team in black suits led by Asel; on the right is the combat team led by Natasha.

Only the captain is present.

The projector is on the wall, casting a photo of a bearded man.

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