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In the back seat of the car, Tru and Happy stared wide-eyed. A Fen was driving and saw this scene.

He understood what was going on, and Trudeau was suspecting that he was a badass again.

After all, it's all to blame for the old man in the antique shop.

In the past, Trudeau did not do well in the Black Hand organization. Since he followed that bad old man, he has become softer and softer, which is not a good thing.

"Tru, look at this!"

However, fortunately they were well prepared.

A Fen drove the car and threw the prepared portfolio into Trull's arms.

"This is what the boss asked me to prepare before. I know you were confused when you first came here, and you can't remember something."

"The bag is filled with some of your previous materials, as well as the precious memories of what we used to do together. You can see for yourself."

"Ah, right?"

Trudeau tore open the portfolio in confusion.

The first picture that caught my eye was a group photo of him and Wallon.

Wallon was still wearing a dark green suit and leaning on a cane. He stood behind Wallon, holding an ice cream in his hand, with a happy smile on his face. The two of them formed a good sense of picture.

"How about it, a photo of you and the boss."

"You are the boss's most proud subordinate, so the boss likes you very much."

A Fen suddenly said at this time.

"Ah, it's really me."

It was indeed him and Wallon in the photo, but it always felt that something was wrong.

Truru scratched his forehead in confusion.

Then I turned back, and there were some robbery cases that the black hand organization had done. There were black and white photos and newspaper news. Without exception, he was featured in these reports.

There is even a photo of him holding the number 1549 prisoner number plate and wearing a black and white striped prison uniform.

"I, I've even been in there!"

When Truru saw this, his eyes were a little dazed.

In retrospect, it seemed that he was really a member of the black hand organization and committed a lot of major cases.

"Of course!"

"Look at the fat man next to you, you scared him like a quail."

A Fen paused and looked at Happy in the back seat of the car.

"Be confident, Tru, you are the best villain, no one is stronger than you at this point."

"Cut, it's boring."

In the passenger seat, Ah Fu pouted, he didn't have time to accompany Ah Fen to fool Tru.

He has only one idea now.

No matter who it is, there is an opponent, he is going to fight now!

"Then, this is true..."

Tru looked at the file in his hand, then at A Fen who was driving, and turned to look at Happy, who was full of anger.

As far as the current situation is concerned, it seems that he is... indeed a bad guy.

Trudeau's eyes gradually became fierce, and the naive temperament before was gone.

The ace thug of the black hand organization is officially back!

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Times Square, inside the newspaper building of the Clarion Daily.

"Hey, my little rascals, how are you getting ready?"

"Is the live broadcast signal ready?"

Mary Alice Walker said with a raised eyebrow.

In the office, in front of the computer desk, a few hapless people from the Daily Bugle were working hard. The gunmen were pointing their guns at them, as if they would cut a hole in their heads if they disagreed.

"Ma, it's all right now~"

Several people shook their heads and nodded, for fear of angering the crazy woman in front of them.

Those colleagues who have been dragged out because of their resistance before and have not come back until now are their lessons learned.

"That's good, but don't make any mistakes."

Mary was leaning lazily on the sofa. Behind her were a large number of outlaws, all of whom worked for money.

Looking at the trembling staff of the Daily Bugle, Mary smiled, she has completely controlled this place.

"Sister, the boss is back."

The younger brother in charge of monitoring the newspaper office building suddenly said at this time.

"Oh, our gifts are here, hurry up, everyone move."

Mary jumped up excitedly, and she didn't have the lazy look she had before.

She was ready to meet Wallon.

"Mary, good job!"

Walloon was the first to walk in.

Behind him, True was like carrying a chicken, one in each hand, carrying Tony and Obadiah.

I have to say that this look is really unsightly. The faces of the two big figures in Stark Industries are all black at the moment.

"Wow, are you Tony Stark?"

Mary excitedly leaned in front of Tony and met him nose to nose.

"Tony, I'm your fan, you know?"

"This is the first time I have met a living idol, so excited and happy!"

Tony was tied and motionless, and it would have been shameful to be carried by a big man.

Now it's stuck to her face by a crazy woman. Seriously, Mary is very beautiful.

Especially the flutter of her orange-red hair made her look like a royal sister.

But she was so beautiful, but the right side of her face was pale, which made people panic inexplicably.

"Uh, lady, please stay away from me, I'm not that casual!"

Tony scratched his neck, this was his last stubbornness.

"Hey, it's really unpleasant to speak!"

"Boss, do you want to bring him to the rooftop to play?"

Mary suddenly said to Wallon as if she had remembered something.

"Any questions?"

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"Of course no problem, the winch and the iron lock are ready."

"But when I think that such a beautiful face is about to fall into pieces, I feel sad."

Mary showed a sad expression, reached out to touch Tony's face, and suddenly a strange smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"If you don't give me his face before then, I will keep it well."

"???"

Marie's words made Tony feel goosebumps all over his body.

This woman is really crazy, it's terrible.

What other winches, iron locks, plus the location is the rooftop, which made him have an extremely bad premonition.

"Don't be ridiculous, Tony is the highlight of the night."

"If you like it, Mr. Obadiah can collect it for you."

Wallon shook his head with a smile, and tapped Obadiah, who was pretending to be dead, with his cane.

Obadiah shuddered and almost passed over.

If you don't bring such a bully, he will be beaten out loud, but if he doesn't speak out, he will fall into the hands of a mad woman?

Damn it, is there any way out?

"Cut, I don't want it. Being so fat and so bald, I don't have such a strong taste."

Mary curled her lips in disgust. She liked Tony's model better. It would look good at home.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Tony didn't have time to care about Mary's hobbies and hobbies. He struggled desperately and shouted at Wallon.

"Don't be nervous, you'll find out later."

"It's the feeling of shouting, it's very good, keep it up."

Tony's state is full, which makes Wallon even more satisfied.

"Tru, take them upstairs."

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