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Aven stood on the platform on the top floor of the hotel, where there was a small bar.

The view over Sydney from the platform is very good, so many people come here to sit for a while.

He handed a glass of wine behind him and was accurately caught by his other hand.

"Well, gin & tonic, how do you like to drink this bitter thing. ”

"Actually, sometimes it tastes good, doesn't it, I think it's perfect for you now. ”

"Hey!" Tony gave Evan a look from behind, "just chat, not that." ”

"So what else is there to talk about? Do you plan to find a few more women tonight?"

"Damn, I only like Danhui alone now!"

"Do I need to make a little report to Pepper?"

"Okay, okay, you win, say whatever you want!"

Tony felt a little hot, and took off his coat and hung it on the guardrail in front of him, letting it sway in the breeze.

"Say, what is the role of Iron Man?"

"Defense increased?" said Evan looking at Tony curiously.

"Damn, you're not serious with you, and you don't understand anything psychological!" Tony threw his glass down the building.

"Phew!"

Then smash it with a hand cannon.

"It's really convenient for you to give me one, so that I will have a peaceful solution in many cases. ”

Tony disarmed his armor and took off the watch and handed it to Aven.

Evan put it on his right wrist and shook it to feel just the right size.

"Forget it, I'll say it to God. Tony looked blankly at the dark sky and the colorful world beneath it.

Evan wanted to say, didn't that still tell me?

But I held back.

"I feel like I've made the armor, and the armor has made me, and now the armor has conditioned me. ”

"Tsk!" Evan felt that Tony was talking about the clouds, turned around and took two martinis from the little brother who was passing by with a tray, and handed one of them to Tony.

Tony took a sip, and this one was to his taste.

"I tried to put armor on the whole world, but I failed before I started. Tony took out the olives from the wine glass and bit them hard, "I still have a little expectation for the Avengers project, after all, if S.H.I.E.L.D. does a good job, it may be able to achieve my goal, which is to add a layer of iron armor to the whole world to maintain peace, but the Avengers plan turned out to be a farce in the end, ha, Fury actually expects to use old antiques to arm himself with spirits?"

Evan took out his phone and searched for something, and then looked at it.

Tony didn't care what Evan did, all he needed was to be able to say what was on his mind.

"Humans make mistakes, but AI and machines don't!" Tony tossed the glass into the air as he drank it again.

"Phew!"

The left-handed cannon smashed the cup to pieces.

"Sir......" Evan flicked a wad of banknotes from his pocket, and the security guard, who had intended to maintain law and order, retreated silently.

"You say, is it true that only the law is truly just, and there is no need for Captain America and Captain England or anything like that to maintain world peace!"

"Actually, I'm neutral. ”

Tony ignored what Evan said.

"So!" took two steps forward and picked up a bottle of Jack Daniel's and a mug from the bar.

"Bah!" this time only interrupted the bottleneck of the bottle, poured the liquor into the glass, and by the way, filled the glass in Aven's hand.

"Cover the whole earth with a layer of armor both internally and externally, and we can stop the war forever and happily go back to our respective homes! What do you think of my thoughts? Execute everything according to the procedure, is this protection mechanism extremely reliable!"

"There are no Avengers, no superheroes, we only have peace!GodBlessYou!GodBlessAmerica!"

"Phew!"

This time it was the sound of Tony himself falling to the ground.

Evan shook his head and helped the man on the ground to his feet.

However, he found that the other party was frightened and short of breath.

"Forget it, physical anesthesia. ”

"Smack!"

Evan remembered an experience of operating on this man.

Picking up Tony, who had passed out in a coma, ignoring the crowd around him, Evan left silently.

Seville, Spain.

Coulson informs several people on the plane and asks Fitz to anticipate his actions based on the direction the professor car is heading.

"Phil, we've confirmed. ”

Mei's voice came from the speakers in the car.

"Eldvino Nino. If there is no mistake in judgment, the information you just sent us can be compared with this place. ”

Listening to this long name, Skye asked curiously, "What is that El and what is it?"

"El de Vinonino, a church surviving on the ruins of an eighth-century crypt, was the site of Rome in 206 BC before that. I'm going to give you a shortcut to navigate, and you can get there ahead of the professor. ”

"Okay!" Coulson looked down at the navigator, which had already marked a green shortcut.

"Perhaps the other piece of Berserker's weapon we're going to find is here!" Skye flipped through the professor's notes, which were written like ancient poems, "to the east of the river, the scorching sun hangs in the sky. Buried deep beneath the earth, next to the dead corpses. ”

Then Skye tried to look at the map again, "Sure enough, this looks a bit like the place in the document." ”

"Okay, sit tight, I'm going to speed up!"

Coulson pressed the gas pedal hard.

Harlem, New York.

Ripley's daily presentations began again.

Recently, he has become somewhat obsessed with this kind of activity, there is no stress, no troubles, and even his body has become better under the auspices of some kind of medicine, and he still has so many believers under his hands.

It's much stronger than playing Mandarin when he was in the Ten Rings Gang before!

At the end of this speech, he planned to find a nightclub to relax, and if the money remained in his pocket, it would not give birth to money, and only by spending it could he be happy.

"So, here's our example time for this week, and I would like to invite Brother Carl, who has been teaching for 8 months, to tell you about his experience!"

The audience applauded happily.

Ripley stepped down, and that was the end of his work for the day.

"Whew, but I'm still a little tired from talking about that. ”

Wiping the sweat with his hands, although he quit drugs, he still enjoyed the feeling of swallowing clouds and spitting fog.

So an authentic Brazilian cigar worth a lot of money appeared in his hand.

"Mr. Ripley, can I talk to you!"

A man with sven-looking eyes stood in front of him.

Who is so blind to see that he actually put people in the background!

Ripley thought about it, but he still had to maintain his image.

Nowadays, the more perfect his image is, the more money he can squander.

"Hello, may I ask who you are?"

Putting the unsmoked cigar back in his pocket, Ripley looked at the man carefully.

Well, it's neat, the cuffs are buttoned, there are no stains on the body, and the most important thing is this clean temperament.

It's completely different from the mud legs in Harlem.

"I'm a reporter from the New York Social Times! Can I give you a brief interview?"

Oh, that's a reporter! Ripley wondered if the other party would come backstage, but was this reporter arranged by the above? I haven't heard anything about the need for exposure lately.

However, since it is a good thing that a reporter comes to interview, the Alchemy Association needs exposure, and this reporter is here to prove that I have performed well recently?

"Hello!" Ripley, who was in a complicated mood, immediately changed his smiling face, "Come with me to the backstage office, it's really not suitable for chatting! Haha! I just like you journalist friends, how about a cigar?"

"No, thank you, I don't smoke. ”

The man rejected Ripley's cigar and followed him into an office.

Bringing the door, Ripley sat on the sofa, "Quick, feel free to sit, I'm not welcome first!"

Take out the cigar cutter and cut off a section of the cigar.

Ripley doesn't understand why, but doesn't it look like everyone in the movie is like that?

And when I cut off such a large piece, I must have looked rich and personable.

Ripley pulled out a pure gold lighter and slowly lit the cigar.

The reporter took out a video recorder from his bag and placed it on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

Then he took out a voice recorder, smiled and moved a stool to sit opposite Ripley.

"Mr. Ripley, can you tell me what you think about alchemy?"

The reporter decently opened the recorder and pushed it in front of Ripley, and then listened to him with a deaf attitude.

"Haha, of course there is no problem with this, what the Alchemy Association does is to promote alchemy, we ......"

Ripley realized that it was such a simple topic and immediately began to talk about something he would talk about every day. For example, alchemy is a gift from the gods, and we should be in awe and give a little bit of strength to the gods with gratitude.

Ripley said a lot, but the reporter on the other side listened carefully, nodded from time to time, and said a few times that he understood.

Seeing that the reporter was so cooperative with him and so willing to listen, Ripley's favorability greatly increased.

"I have a question for you!" the reporter suddenly interjected.

"No problem, you can ask casually!" Ripley was not angry at all at all at that the other party interrupted him, and he wanted to have more reporters with such a sensible reporter.

The reporters who interviewed themselves last time were so ignorant!

"Do you know the Ten Rings?"

"Haha, the Ten Rings Gang, Mandarin or something is acting!"

Ripley said this in passing.

"Sure enough, it's you, you really make me easy to find!"

The reporter gently pressed the button of the camera with his hand.

Ripley's eyes were a little flustered, "Haha, I'm just talking about things on TV!

"That's right, but Mandarin asked me to say hello to you, and by the way, he's angry!"