Disney Music Auditorium, the scene of the charity donation meeting!

A reporter wearing glasses, who was lucky enough to get an interview opportunity on the red carpet, quickly took out the microphone and leaned in and said: "Hello Mr. Obadi, I'm Vanity Fair reporter Juston, can you answer me, Mr. Tony, the president of Stark Industries, why is no one with you at this charity gala?" ”

Obadi's brow furrowed at the thorny question, but he quickly unfurled again.

In the heart of Obadi, who already has the technology of Mark's suit, today he is the protagonist of this party, and Stark, a tool in his hands, will be completely eliminated by him sooner or later.

However, now things are still the last step, and the scheming Obadi knows how to keep his eyes on the dark and is not in a hurry to expose it.

Obadi smiled kindly and said matter-of-factly: "The previous accident happened too suddenly, Tony is now suffering from this mental trauma, and has been bedridden for several weeks, this is a very sad thing, let's pray for him together, I wish him ...... soon"

"Wow, Tony, Tony is here!"

Before Obadi could finish his sentence, a woman's scream suddenly came from the entrance to the red carpet.

And the word Tony seemed to be magical, and instantly became the focus of the entire red carpet, and various reporters and fans flocked to it.

"Mr. Obadi, thank you for your time."

Hearing that Tori had arrived, the reporter who was originally covering Obadi was also not spared, and ended the interview briefly and hurriedly, running quickly towards the entrance of the red carpet with the cameraman.

"Tony, just enjoy the last of the scenery!" Obadhi, who was slapped in the face, glanced at Stark coldly from twenty or thirty meters away, and did not leave in a hurry, but stood on the stairs and waited for him to come.

At the entrance of the red carpet, the female fans who were attracted by the handsome Stark, as well as reporters from all walks of life who came to collect first-hand news.

There are three layers inside and outside, and Stark is tightly enclosed.

"Mr. Tony, the theme of today's charity donation is to form a relief fund for firefighting families, do you have anything to say?"

"I heard that you have been unwell recently, and you can't go out after lying at home for a long time, why are you here today?"

"Here, here, Mr. Stark, I heard that you haven't been back to the company since you came back from Afghanistan, is there something going on in between?"

"Stark Industries' stock price has been falling lately, Mr. Tony, do you have any solutions to this?"

"Mr. Tony, didn't you say that you will not allow weapons and equipment to be supplied to the Afghan region from now on? Why is it that your company has recently sold a large number of weapons of mass destruction to Afghanistan, you are obviously deceiving the public, do you have anything to say? ”

Listening to all kinds of reporters' interview words poured into his ears, Stark didn't pay attention to it all the time, and walked straight to the front of the red carpet.

But hearing the words of the last female reporter, Stark suddenly paused, and his face changed slightly in a moment.

He had realized that perhaps what was happening in the company was even more serious than he had imagined, and that it had already exceeded his expectations.

"Weapons manufacturing is only a small part of Stark Industries, I will give you an accurate answer to this matter in the future, today is a charity gala, we will not talk about this."

Stark flickered a few words, and suddenly found that the female reporter was very familiar.

As soon as I thought about it, I immediately remembered.

This female reporter is none other than the blonde female reporter he took home to shoot at the last press conference.

As for the name of this reporter......

Stark has been on so many women that he can't remember how many he has, and where he still remembers whose names and whom.

"I remember you, I had a great time with you last time, if you want to know how I handle this, you can come and have a few drinks with me tonight."

Shifting the subject away, Stark's eyes caught the familiar figure on the stairs, a faint hint of anger in his eyes.

"Miss Potts, I'll leave this matter to you, I'll take care of something."

After explaining Miss Potts with a blank face, Stark ignored the celebrities who greeted him along the way, and strode to Obadei's side.

"The host doesn't invite you, what are you doing with so many guests here?" Obviously said good things, but Obaki violated the conditions he had promised, and made the development worse, Stark was so unhappy that he didn't even bother to call out his name.

"Hahaha...... Look at you, I really didn't expect you to recover so quickly. ”

Under the aim of various reporters' guns and cannons, Obadi put on a happy look and gave Stark a hug affectionately.

Listening to Obadei's strange words, Stark's heart sank sharply.

At this point, he seemed to understand something!

But there are a lot of reporters here, and their actions are recorded in real time by various cameras and video cameras, ready to break the news of Stark Industries.

"I've got something to look for you, we'll see you inside." In order to avoid being hyped by the media, Stark smiled formulaically, whispered a word, and walked to the hall at the end of the red carpet.

"Hey, Tony, wait, take your time with the company's affairs, trust me, I'll help you settle it, can you wait at home for another week, I'll come and pick you up in person when the time comes."

Obadi could see the upset on Stark's face, but he didn't know that Stark had begun to notice and was still there.

"Maybe I've been at home for too long, and some people have changed some things, and I'll want to see you inside, okay?" Stark asked Obadi rhetorically, and strode away.

"Only now? It's too late, you don't have a chance to turn over, you only have one last week left, pray, son of Stark Industries, Tony Stark. Obadi sneered to himself as Stark looked at his back as he left.

……

Inside the banquet hall!

The piano music is melodious and fluttering, and a large group of American upper-class people are either drinking wine and talking carefully, or gentlemen are holding their female companions and dancing lightly.

A scene of singing and dancing, arrogant and lascivious enjoyment!

In front of the fiberglass bar, which was illuminated by dazzling lights, stood a thin young man about 1.68 meters tall who looked mysterious.

Seeing Stark coming over, he folded his hands on his chest, walked up and said, "Mr. Stark, my name is Kesen, an agent of the Territorial Strategic Intervention Implementation Logistics Department, can I talk to you a few words?" ”

Stark was in a very bad mood now, and after taking a sip of a cocktail with ice cubes, he frowned and asked: "Agent Kexon, the CIA, the Department of Defense, etc., all sent people to look for me before, what did you just say about the country, it sounds several grades worse than them, I suggest you change a name that looks a little more imposing, at least I will be interested in talking to you." ”

"Yes, a lot of people say that, but we're a secret department, no worse than them."

Agent Queson smiled, still maintaining his mid-game rigor demeanor, thought for a moment, and then said, "If you think it sounds like a mouthful, you can also call us S.H.I.E.L.D., maybe it's easier for you to remember." ”