There seems to be something wrong with my tenant

After Sherlock clearly pointed out that the visitor was not kind, Clark felt that the room was silent for a moment.

Of course Clark knew the woman was faking drunk.After all, Clark had deliberately captured each other's information since he heard them confirm their room numbers in the car.

But Sherlock said it so bluntly, it's really... As a reporter who has seen many big scenes, Clark couldn't find the right words to describe his mood at this time.

The beauty turned her head slightly to look at Sherlock, as if she was very puzzled by his words - it's really admirable, even at this time, her expression and movements have no flaws.

Sherlock couldn't help thinking that if the people Mycroft usually sent were so good at acting, he might be even a little interested in playing them.

The beauty casually brushed her hair, obviously it was just a simple action, but when she did it, it seemed to have a kind of seductive charm.

She smiled slowly in a drunken voice: "Sir, I'm really sorry, I seem to have knocked on the wrong door."

The woman took out the room card from her purse, and under the watchful eyes of several people, she turned and walked to the opposite room.

After the sound of the door opening, the woman raised her eyebrows at Sherlock provocatively.Then she looked at Clark again, her expression softened: "Thank you again for your kindness, sir."

Clark: "...you're welcome, ma'am."

Sherlock followed closely behind: "You're welcome, Clark."

Others: "..." Why don't you shut up?

Neither Jason nor Peter made a sound until the woman closed the door and Clark closed the door.

After a while, Peter recovered from Sherlock's coquettish operation.

He looked at Sherlock dumbfounded: "Why did you say that just now?"

Sherlock was very puzzled by Peter's meaningless question, and he innocently asked, "Why can't I say that? She has bad intentions, don't you all know that?"

Peter: "..." What he said actually made sense, but he always felt that something was wrong.

Jason on the side paused, and he kindly continued for the speechless Peter: "It's one thing for us to know she's wrong, but it's another thing for you to expose her face to face..."

Disapproving of Jason's words, Sherlock muttered "boring relationships", turned around and continued to observe the two cars.

Clark couldn't laugh or cry, but at this moment, the lady who pretended to be drunk had already started reporting the situation in the room.

Nick Fury, who has been monitoring the scene through the monitor: "...Natasha, until now I can hardly imagine what I just heard."

Natasha, an excellent agent of the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency-referred to as S.H.I.E.L.D.

Her tone was extremely calm, without the slightest hint of drunkenness: "There are four target persons present. According to known information, target number one is called Clark, and his reaction is beyond ordinary people; target number two and target number three showed Different degrees of vigilance, and target No. [-]'s amazing observation ability, it seems that we have seen through our disguise-recommend other members to evacuate as soon as possible..."

After finishing talking about the information she got in just a few tens of seconds, Natasha frowned: "I'm applying to end the mission."

Nick chuckled on that end. "That's not your style."

Natasha understood what Nick meant, and she said calmly: "Target No. [-] has already doubted me, and I should not continue to appear in the next action."

"Well, actually, I just happen to have another task for you." Nick heard the sound of flipping paper, "Remember Stark? I need you to go to his company..."

***

"Honey, daddy's back."

Following these magnetic words, the door of the Malibu villa opened.

When the boy heard the voice of the smart housekeeper, he couldn't help but think of Apartment 413. At the beginning, Samuel lied to him that 413 was artificial intelligence, or the latest technology product of the so-called Stark Industries.

Tony: "You can come to him for anything, I gave you the highest authority."

The smart butler greeted the one-size-down Tony politely: "Hello, dear Mr. Stark, it's very kind to see you."

"Wow..." Little Stark laughed, "Hi, nice to meet you."

Tony put his arms around Stark and continued to walk in: "He's great, isn't he? Just a reminder, you have no other option but to answer me 'yes'."

Little Stark nodded: "Yes, he is great." He noticed that Tony was very proud when he mentioned the smart butler, and the close feeling made him feel like they were very good friends.

Mr. Smart Butler thanked him politely. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Little Stark even heard a smile from that electronic voice.

"There's also Xiao Dai..." Tony shook hands with the little guy, "This little guy doesn't know what he's thinking all day long, and sometimes I can't figure out what he's thinking."

Xiaodai shook the mechanical arm, turned around in front of the two Tonys, and finally shook Little Stark's hand twice.

"He must have admitted it wrong." Little Stark couldn't help laughing.

Tony rolled his eyes: "It's okay, I'm used to it."

Before coming to the laboratory, Tony took people around.

"We can see what this crystal is up to here."

Tony took off his suit jacket because he was going home.

Just as Little Stark was about to take out the crystal, his peripheral vision scanned Tony's chest, only to find a strange protrusion there, and an inconspicuous blue light was being reflected on the thin white shirt.

Little Stark approached subconsciously. He bowed his head in front of Tony, and couldn't help touching it with his hands: "What is this?"

"Hey!"

For the first time since the meeting, Tony had the intention of resisting.He clutched at this blunt, daring self, and shook his head helplessly.

"Sweetheart, this is not something you should touch."

He seemed unwilling to bring up this topic more, and lightly asked Little Stark to take out the crystal for inspection.It's a pity that he is also Tony Stark, and Tony Jr. didn't stop because of his stop.

Little Tony stared at the shape emitting blue light persistently, "I almost forgot, the news said you were kidnapped..."

He saw that the other party was still alive and well, and took him to eat dessert when he was free, but he didn't think of it.

"Did those robbers do it? What did they do to you?"

Tony couldn't help but be stared at by those eyes-damn, he always used this trick on Pepper and the others, did he already learn it when he was a teenager?

Tony unbuttoned the two buttons of his shirt, he opened it to let the other party see the reactor on his chest, and said very calmly: "It's nothing, this is because I added an enhanced pacemaker to myself, I think this color It suits me quite well—how, it's cool."

He said it as easily as if he bought himself a new watch and is now showing it to a friend.However, little Tony still saw at a glance that the thing was directly embedded in the flesh and blood. No less than twenty guesses flashed through his mind instantly, and his face turned pale.

"Is there something wrong with your heart?"

Hearing this, Tony was taken aback for a moment, the little guy's sensitivity was somewhat beyond his expectation.

Tony buttoned it up again, and he had nothing to hide about it: "It's just a small problem."

Tony, who couldn't think of any small problems to make his future self do this: "Are you lying to a five-year-old kid? No, even if I was five years old, I wouldn't believe your words."

"Alright baby, then in order to avoid you from telling me this kind of lie as much as possible in the future, I'd better give you a hint."

Tony: "When you become the boss, remember to pay attention to the scope of business a little bit, so as not to be stabbed in the back."

Speaking of reminding his past self, Tony paused, and then he continued in a casual tone: "By the way, tell parents to pay attention when going out and drive carefully."