I used to believe in science

"Your posture is standard, but the way you hold the gun and the way you aim is not right. You imitate a male. It's not sexist, but we can counteract more recoil when we pull the trigger like this."

Antoinette recalled Steve's guidance to her. In a few days, it will be the FBI's annual field test assessment. Recently, she can only prepare for herself in the gap of her spare time because of the troubles.

"What are you doing?" Pep's voice sounded beside her, and Antoinette came back to her senses. She realized that she had unconsciously made a gesture of raising a gun to the window glass.

"A little stretching exercise." Antoinette quickly clasped his hands and stretched his head twice and moved his neck. "I've been sitting for a long time these days."

But Pep's frowning expression obviously didn't buy her account, she stared at Antoinette, and after a few seconds, she sighed, with a guilty tone, "I'm sorry to have to let you replace him Get involved."

"Don't worry." Antoinette waved his hand.

Since revealing Iron Man's identity in the live broadcast, Tony has lived in reclusive life.He has a lot of other things to do, repairing his armor, perfecting the details of the Avengers, and of course Pep and the others think it's a good choice for him to avoid the limelight at this time.

On the bright side, the military wanted him to reveal Iron Man's identity and try to get his hands on the suit, but the fact that the man in the suit was the rightful owner of the suit itself kept them quiet.

On the bad side, shareholders don't buy it, and a boss's bodyguard has superpowers, no problem.But the boss himself doing this ultra-dangerous job?no.The thoughts of shareholders and partners are very clear. Once something happens to Tony, it will affect the operation of the entire company, which is unacceptable.

Pep can't do this by himself, but fortunately there is Antoinette.Tony Stark's sister, Howard's precious daughter, stepped out in due course to remind them that there was another Stark to support this economic empire.Unexpectedly, shareholders welcomed her with both hands, because her style of barely participating in the operation of the business gave people the illusion that she was more in control, and everyone wanted to take this opportunity to take advantage of it.

Antoinette knows this well. She is a behavioral analyst. It only takes her 10 minutes to sit at the end of the conference room and read everyone's mind from the way they move.But she chose to pretend not to see it, and those private actions of taking advantage of it were harmless and out of her concern.

But there are some things she needs to gather her energy and focus on.

Just like now.

She stood on the top floor of the Wayne Enterprises building, waiting for the shareholders and CEO of Wayne Enterprises to negotiate cooperation.

"Hello, Miss Stark."

An elderly gray-haired man in a prim three-piece suit stood two sets away from Pep, held out his hand in a friendly manner and introduced himself as "Fox Lucius."

"Mr. Lucius." Antoinette held the other's hand and responded to him with a smile.

"To be honest, I thought I would see another Stark." Lucius' tone was full of ridicule, without any malice.

"Technically speaking, I am also Tony Stark." Antoinette widened his smile and accepted the other party's joke.This word game she used to play a lot, 'Anthony' and 'Antoinette' are the same name in terms of roots, and of course both could be called 'Tony'.

"Sit down? We can start." Lucius suggested.

Things just don't go right from here.

Probably the meeting lasted less than four or ten minutes. Antoinette heard the faint commotion downstairs. She raised her head from the thick stack of documents on the table and looked down at the window behind—this direction is The main entrance of the Wayne Building—it doesn't seem to have changed, except for a few people wandering outside the gate and looking into the building from time to time.

But Antoinette sensed something was wrong, purely a behavioral analyst's intuition, and at the same time Lucius' cell phone rang.

The others seemed to hear the noise downstairs too, so Lucius picked up the vibrating phone that had been taped to the table.In an instant, a sharp tweet spread through the handset of the mobile phone throughout the meeting room.The sound that shouldn't have been so penetrating was hitting everyone's ears, hitting the ossicles directly.

Screaming in pain and covering ears is an instinctive human reaction, and the damage caused by the noise made everyone ignore the sound of kicking the conference room door open.

Two men walk in, each pointing a gun through the door and holding a controller in the other hand.One of them yelled something, but no one paid him any attention.

So he stepped forward, put the gun at the head of the minute-taker closest to the door, and the other guy raised the barrel and broke a chandelier overhead.The sound of gunshots and the chandelier falling and smashing into the middle of the table caused another ringing in the ears.

"What do you want?" Listening to the destruction of the small bones made everyone spread out, only Antoinette stood up with her hands supported, her legs were shaking like noodles, her hands were shaking like epilepsy, but she leaned herself against the table Stand up, try to ignore tinnitus.

Thanks to the FBI's teaching, she focused on the other person's mouth, trying to understand what the other person said by half-guessing.

When the other party repeated it for the third time, she barely understood what the other party said was "Where is Bruce Wayne."

"Bruce Wayne isn't here." Antoinette said words she couldn't hear herself.

"Then contact him!" The other party roared, shaking the things in his hand.

Antoinette's eyes were not bad, and she immediately recognized that the object in the opponent's hand was a dick, so the matter became more troublesome. "What did you do?"

"The ground floor of the building has been installed. If he doesn't show up, everyone will die today!"

Antoinette shook his head to wake himself up, and put on a cautious tone, "You are now on the 45th floor of the building, and you won't be able to escape by yourself if it explodes."

And the other party laughed, with a hint of madness, "Anyway, there is a person from the building who will be buried with me, and Wayne can't think about it."

What he said was the truth, if the Wayne Building really exploded, then Bruce would be in great trouble.

Antoinette calmed herself down as she glanced between the two terrorists who stormed the office.This is a small gang, so the pattern must be a leader and a follower, both holding guns, although the person in front of him has been talking to her, but it doesn't seem to be easy...

Antoinette looked at the hoods they were wearing at the same time, which showed that they still needed to keep their identities. A person who really risked his life would not care about his identities so much.So they are not vicious and just want to blow up the building, they have something to ask.

Antoinette thought, exhaled, and straightened his back, making himself look confident and professional enough.

It was a kidnapping threat, and she was a negotiator who dealt with it.