Overwatch Heroes Mixed With Marvel

The third day after the Moro Hotel terrorist attack.

Western Suburban Cemetery, New York.

The solemn and solemn funeral, set off by the drizzle, created a sad atmosphere.

"It is with heavy hearts that we come here today to say goodbye to our mutual friend Obadiah Stane. His achievements in weapons research are unmatched"

The pastor, dressed in black, held a Bible in his hands and spoke in a low voice.

Not far away, a dark brown wooden coffin has been placed in the pit. It will be sealed with earth after the priest finishes the ceremony.

More than a dozen black umbrellas, sparsely spaced.

Except for Tony and Wang Dalong, Obadiah has no other people closer to him.

Most of the others who came to attend the funeral were his subordinates in the company.

"Ha, the old man is quite popular." Tony said sadly as he rarely went out without wearing sunglasses.

“I don’t know how many people will come to see me and ask me to do my reckoning when I die.”

Tony clapped his fingers: "You are one, that alien is one, and my cute little assistant is one."

"Three, don't forget it."

"Just with your mouth, you can tell everyone to run away."

"Little bastard, if your skin is itchy, can you tell me that you will be beaten soon?"

The pastor was expressing his emotions above, but these two idiots were laughing and joking below, as if they were playing music for the pastor.

Many people, or the vast majority of them, are no one cared about when they are alive, but after they die, they are everywhere.

This has to be said to be the tragedy of mankind.

Just like in China, if the old man is not treated well when he is alive, he will not visit him for a year and a half.

Finally, when a person dies, he usually cries like a tear to his children who are like strangers, but this crying is mostly for outsiders to see. To show how filial they are to the old man, and how sad they are when the old man dies.

"Amen."

Finally, the pastor finished his work and signaled that the ground could be broken.

Shovelfuls of soil fell onto the dark brown coffin.

Next to the coffin in the pit, a frog came from nowhere and shook off the dirt that fell on his head, trying to jump out of this dangerous place.

Snapped.

Another shovelful of soil, headed down.

There was no trace of the little frog in the pit.

Wang Dalong sighed softly and mourned for the poor frog for a minute in his heart. He hoped that Obadiah could be good friends with this frog after he went to heaven.

The Western Suburbs Cemetery in New York is one of the most expensive cemeteries in New York, and is also known as a place where one tomb is worth one room.

Naturally, the tomb chosen for Obadiah was also an excellent one.

It is said that the cemetery asked a Chinese Feng Shui master to select the tomb, which can bless three generations of descendants.

The one-stop funeral service worth US$300,000 includes but is not limited to pastoral fees and all other necessary activities and items.

Just like the marble monument in front of me that is as tall as a person.

The name of the tomb owner is engraved on the front in fifteen languages ​​including English and French.

Behind him is a full-length portrait of Obadiah.

"This old man really knows how to play."

Tony smacked his mouth, looking left and right at the black and white portrait on the back.

"Well, it wasn't arranged by you."

Wang Dalong said doubtfully, it seems that only this guy can do this kind of cool thing.

"That's what Obadiah asked for in his will."

Tony shrugged and sighed: "Oh, by the way. I forgot to tell you, Obadiah gave us half of his shares in his will."

"I'll give it all to you. When the time comes, it's up to you to decide what to do with the company."

This incident was unexpected by Wang Dalong. He did not expect that Obadiah, who had no heirs, would make a will and give the shares to them.

"By the way, the date of the will is"

"five years ago."

This answer was within his expectation.

"You want to say that he was still normal five years ago, right?"

"Yes, at least we can exclude the mutants who have awakened their powers in the past five years."

"Brother, I noticed that you seem to know a lot about mutants." Tony looked curious.

When he first learned that there were people like mutants in the world, you can imagine the shock he felt in his heart.

But Wang Dalong's performance was very calm, as if he had known about it for a long time.

"Understood" Wang Dalong raised his thick eyebrows.

"As far as I know, at least a few thousand mutants have been through my bar."

"what"

Tony's eyes widened when he heard this.

The existence that he thought was top-secret had actually appeared in Wang Dalong’s bar a long time ago, and there were thousands of them.

"They didn't do anything to you, right?"

Tony had an anxious look on his face, which made Wang Dalong speechless. What's the point of being anxious now? If something really happened, he would have gone to see Marx, and he can still talk to you here.

"Of course it's okay"

"It's just that some asshole owed me wine money."

After that, the image of a man with a weird head shape and thick hair appeared in his mind.

"Ah"

A remote town in southern Canada, close to the United States.

A strong man with a thick cigar in his mouth sneezed without warning.

"Who is cursing me? I won't be the profiteer."

He couldn't help but shudder when he thought of the profiteer who smiled harmlessly.

As the host of the funeral, after seeing off the guests, Wang Dalong and the other two took the car back to Stark Tower.

The entire Stark Tower was immersed in a strange atmosphere.

Partly because of the death of the original director Obadiah Stany, and secondly because of the group’s shareholding issues.

The Stark Group is no longer the simple arms company it once was. There are subsidiaries of the Stark Group in various industries such as medicine, health, services, and food.

Just looking at the stock price, you can see the details.

The stock price, which was originally over seventy dollars, has now reached a sky-high price of seven hundred dollars, and it is still rising.

And it's really worth the price, unlike the stock price of a certain liquor factory that has been speculated.

The value of the equity held by the group's directors has also increased.

"Board meeting now"

Xiaojiao, who had been waiting in the office for a long time, conveyed the board's decision.

"Come on, help me hold on."

Tony turned to look at Wang Dalong and laughed maliciously.

"These old guys still treat me as a soft persimmon. I want to see who is pinching whom today."

Wang Dalong nodded and agreed.

Apart from being senior and holding some equity, what other qualifications do a group of old and frail guys have to be directors?

The group's current achievements are not due to his long-term vision.

board meeting

It's more like a power grab meeting than a board meeting.

Fighting for power and profit, this is the extent of these old men's vision.

It seems that the bar has been open for a long time in the past few years, and some people have forgotten the young genius who was once known as the little bully in the business world.

So, let’s take action on these blind old guys first.