[Comprehensive British and American] Emanuel the autistic

"..." Stan was obviously stunned. He never expected that Emmanuel Green, who was attending the summit in Washington DC, would suddenly appear in Los Angeles thousands of kilometers away, and he was still at his home.

After a brief moment of stupefaction, Stan quickly reacted.

His complexion suddenly turned ugly—since Emmanuel Green had appeared at his home, it could only mean that this guy already knew about his arms smuggling and assassination. With the financial resources of his Green Group, It's not surprising that you can get from the east coast of the United States to the west coast in a short period of time.

It’s just that for some reason, he took the risk of coming to his home to collect evidence in person.

Judging from the fact that the security system has been completely cracked, Emanuel Green should have cracked his computer, which means that all the files in his computer that must never be found have been exposed.

Thinking of this level, Stan narrowed his eyes. He calmed himself down as quickly as possible, and said calmly, "Isn't this Mr. Green? I didn't know that Mr. Green had a hobby of breaking into private houses." .”

"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you." Knowing that the culprit behind the scenes is the old man in front of him, Emanuel didn't bother to play Tai Chi with him, and cut directly to the point, "Where is Tony Stark?"

"Why are you so impatient?" Stan said as he took off his coat and put it on the coat rack, "The guests come from afar, I have to entertain them first, but next time, before Mr. Green comes to visit, I still hope Let me know first so I can prepare."

Emanuel raised the gun in his hand, pointed it at Stan's head, and said in a cold tone: "Stop delaying me, where is Tony Stark?"

Stan paused for a moment, turned his head to look at Emanuel, and suddenly smiled: "Just pointing a gun at me so openly, aren't you afraid of being photographed by surveillance?"

"I don't want to ask a third time." Emmanuel was already very impatient, the old fox was still playing tricks with him when he was dying.

"I see, you hacked into the surveillance system and turned off the recording, right?" Stan saw that Emanuel didn't want to talk about this topic, so he said to himself, "In this way, even if you killed me on the spot, And there's no evidence that you did it... right?"

Emmanuel narrowed his eyes.

"So, this means..." Stan showed a murderous smile, "If I kill you on the spot, there is no evidence that I did it."

"You think you can kill me?" Emmanuel felt a little funny, "You don't even have a weapon."

"Yeah, I don't have a weapon, but..." Stan shrugged, "You don't either?"

Emmanuel froze for a moment.

"That's a fake gun, isn't it?" Stan smiled. "Mr. Green, I'm in the weapons business, and I can tell the difference between a real gun and a fake gun."

Emanuel was silent for a moment, then put the gun down: "You do have some skills, but unfortunately you can't use it on the right way."

"The right way?" Stan seemed to find it a little funny. He slowly took out two glasses from the cabinet, put them on the tea table, and said while pouring tea: "What does Mr. Green think is the right way? My Stark Industries spends Billions of dollars for charity, isn't that the right thing to do?"

"Doing charity? Is this out of guilt for the smuggling of weapons and the tragic death of a large number of innocent people in the war zone every year?" Emanuel said sarcastically.

"Guilty? Mr. Green, I think you, as one of the small group of people who stand at the highest point in this world, should be able to clearly understand the situation in this world."

Stan sat on the sofa, "What factors do you think are driving the world's economic and technological development forward?

It's war.The weak become weaker and weaker while being suppressed, and the stronger become stronger while being plundered. This is an eternal truth.

Your Green Group can be regarded as a century-old enterprise. Now, how many competitors have been destroyed by your own hands, Mr. Green must know better than me, right?

Have you ever felt guilty towards those opponents who have been completely suppressed by you and will never recover? "

"..." Emmanuel was still standing by the wall, looking at Stan motionlessly.

After listening to Stan's words, he still didn't respond, but the disgust and anger in his heart grew stronger.

"So..." Stan continued, "Even if you don't have it, I certainly don't have the so-called guilt. Without war, where is the demand for ammunition?

If there is no demand for arms, where will we get the money?Without money, how can we do charity, invest in high-tech, and develop medicine?

People in those backward areas are destined to be eliminated, and they can still contribute to our development before being eliminated. What can make me feel guilty? "

Emmanuel was finally laughed angrily: "What right do you have to decide the life and death of others? Is it based on the little dirty money you got by stealing technology and breaking the law?"

Stan narrowed his eyes: "What did you say?"

"Put away your ridiculous rhetoric, Stan." Emanuel said, "In the end, it's just for a little bit of money. What qualifications does a murderer who has no bottom line and is full of crimes have the right to discuss social development and social development with me?" human progress?

If you are as great as you say, why kill Tony Stark who knows nothing about it?

A wolf with ambition, to do evil is to do evil. After all, you are a money-grubbing lunatic without any bottom line. Even wearing a sanctimonious and hypocritical coat can't cover up your disgusting inner nature.How twisted do you really have to be to package evil as good? "

Stan suddenly stood up from the sofa, his face was distorted and hideous for a moment, he stared at Emanuel, who was smiling but did not hide the disgust and contempt in his eyes, and suddenly smiled angrily after a long while: "Okay, okay, As expected of you, you can speak so eloquently at such a young age, but I can't say no to you."

"I don't want to talk nonsense with you, tell me where Tony Stark is, or don't blame me for disrespecting the elderly."

Emmanuel restrained the polite smile on his face, and his voice suddenly became cold.

"You are indeed excellent. You were born in a wealthy family since you were a child, and you have never suffered much in your life. When I was your age, I was still outside alone...

However, it also taught me how to back off and bow my head when the time is right, and you, you are so sharp. "

Stan still didn't answer Emmanuel's question, but instead mentioned irrelevant things, "Sometimes, it's not a good thing to be too aggressive, but you are in my house now, why are you so confident that you must be safe? "

Emmanuel's face remained unchanged, he chuckled: "Really? Then why are you so confident that I came alone?"

Stan's expression finally changed completely.

From the moment he entered the door, when he saw the footprints on the carpet in front of the door, he subconsciously thought that the house was broken into by a thief, so when he saw Emmanuel, he also preconceived that Emmanuel was Came alone.

In addition, because his secret was discovered, he was a little confused in his subconscious, so he has never been able to discover this strange place——

As the chairman of the Green Group, Emmanuel even has a private guard equipped with high-tech weapons. He has no reason to take risks alone!

——However, Emmanuel was just bluffing, but his acting skills were too good, and what he said sounded too reasonable, and Stan couldn't see it at all.

"Besides, the security system of your house has been completely cracked. All the weapons hidden in the hidden compartment in this living room are useless. Even if you fight with bare hands, you have no chance of winning. Stan, what else can you do to deal with it?" I?"

Emanuel said slowly while walking towards Stan.

"..." Stan looked at Emmanuel who was slowly walking towards him, a ruthless look suddenly flashed in his eyes, he pulled out a pistol from his waist without hesitation, and the black muzzle instantly He aimed at Emmanuel's head: "Stop, or I will shoot!"

Emanuel smiled nonchalantly. He stopped, but he didn't panic when he was pointed at by a gun. He still asked in a calm voice, "Tell me about Tony Stark's whereabouts."

"You really don't have the slightest awareness of being pointed at by a gun." Stan said viciously, "I am the one who has the right to make conditions now."

"..." Emmanuel sighed impatiently, and the fingers of his right hand hanging by his side curled up uncontrollably.

He has been feeling faintly uncomfortable since just now, and with the outburst of this negative emotion, he seems to have reached the edge of losing control of the super energy, and he was still trying to suppress it.

But at this moment, he didn't want to continue to suppress at all, he just wanted to completely destroy this disgusting guy in front of him.This instant burst of negative emotions almost destroyed his reason.

"No matter how many people you bring over, get them all out of my house now, you know the consequences if you don't."

Stan said word by word, "Tony Stark's life is still in my hands, you can think clearly."

"..." Emmanuel took a deep breath, he only felt that his chest was getting hotter and scarier. At this moment, his anxiety, anger, worry...all the negative emotions seemed to be transformed into uncontrollable irritability.

"Didn't you hear what I said!" Seeing Emanuel who was still unresponsive and even closed his eyes, Stan couldn't help raising his volume.

"Enough..." Emanuel said with his eyes closed.

"What did you say?" Stan froze for a moment.

"Tell me where he is!" Emmanuel suddenly opened his eyes. At this moment, Stan seemed to vaguely see that his pair of amber pupils suddenly turned into obscurity like nebulae swirling in the universe. At the same time, he suddenly felt that the gun in his hand turned red and hot, and it was so hot that he felt a heart-pounding pain almost instantly, and he let go of his hand involuntarily.

The pistol fell to the ground, made a squeaking sound, and then melted into a puddle of molten iron under Stan's eyes as if he had seen a ghost.

"You really think I won't kill you?" Emmanuel said, his tone was extremely cold, as if he had completely changed himself.

Stan was stunned. He took a sudden step back and sat down on the sofa as if he had lost his strength.

"What... what's going on?" he murmured in fear.

This supernatural scene shocked Stan completely, but he didn't think of superpowers, but simply thought that it was the impact of a new type of weapon beyond his imagination.Could it be that the legendary private guard did it?

Emmanuel suddenly became dizzy, his mind went blank, and he finally suppressed the restless energy and violent emotions in his chest, and then he noticed a puddle of molten iron smoking on the ground.

Emmanuel froze for a moment—what just happened?Did he do it?

When did his super power evolve again?

After a while, he realized that it was not the time to think about such a question, so he immediately returned to his senses and said in a cold tone, "Can you answer my question now?"

"..." Stan was still staring at the rapidly cooled and re-solidified molten iron under his feet, as if his soul had gone out of his body in an instant.

After a long while, he suddenly laughed softly.

Emmanuel frowned, unable to understand why Stan was laughing under the circumstances.

Suddenly he realized a possibility, rushed forward, grabbed Stan by the collar, and shouted, "Where is he! Is he still alive!?"

Stan couldn't stop laughing, and said, "What's the matter? What are you in such a hurry for? Is it true that the two of you have become good friends like those media reports? Hahaha, Tony Stark will also have good friend?"

"..." Emmanuel's eyes flashed an extremely dangerous blue light for a moment, but he forcibly resisted the urge to beat up the guy in front of him, and shouted, "Answer me!"

"Hahaha, if you want to know so much, why don't you find the answer yourself?"

Stan laughed maniacally and held out his hand, in the palm of which lay a small USB drive.

Emmanuel let go of Stan abruptly, stared at him motionlessly, took two steps back slowly, grabbed the USB flash drive, then turned around quickly, and ran towards the upstairs study.

He rushed into the study room. Before the computer was turned off, he quickly plugged in the USB flash drive and found an encrypted video file inside.

After cracking it, his hand holding the mouse trembled a little, but he still clicked on the video as quickly as possible——

In the video, a group of prostitutes wearing hoods and veils, with a chair in front of them, and on the chair is Tony Stark, who looks embarrassed and has blood on his body.

The narcissist who was so proud, arrogant and hopelessly arrogant in Emanuel's memory seemed so vulnerable under the siege of guns at this moment.

He looked badly injured and delirious.The gangsters said in a language that Emmanuel couldn't understand: "You asked us to kidnap this man and kill him, but you never told us that the man you were going to kill was the great Tony Stark himself, kill now The price of dead Tony Stark has gone up..."

Emmanuel's eyes went dark, and he slumped down on the chair.

It’s over.