Brooklyn's narrow highways are crowded with cars coming and going, and the rusty elevated railroad standing in the streets, commuter trains, rumbling and singing with human whistles, form a very characteristic urban symphony.

Greer rode his motorcycle through a gap of only a meter or two, and drove at a speed limit of 70 miles on a road with a speed limit of 40 miles, no slower than a commuter train on a rusty elevated railway cast of steel.

At such a high speed, cars, pedestrians, street lights, and green plants were thrown behind at a rapid pace, causing passers-by to turn their heads to look at this 'crazy' motorcycle. Daisy, who was in the back seat, hugged Greel's waist tightly, for fear that she would be thrown off, and the whole person was almost attached to Greel's back.

When she first rode Greer's motorcycle, Daisy was still very reserved and gently tugging on Greel's clothes, but after the motorcycle started, she hurriedly hugged Greel. Motorcycles are like snakes that are twenty times faster and can scare people to death, and it is obvious that life is more important than anything else.

Holding Greel's waist, Daisy's right elbow slid down slightly, touching the imperial belt around her waist, even through the down jacket, she could still feel the hard touch, but Daisy left as soon as she touched it, as if she had accidentally touched it.

'Squeak! A screeching tire and the friction of the road sounded, the motorcycle stopped steadily, Daisy breathed a sigh of relief, there was a sense of the rest of her life, let go of her hand, got off the motorcycle, and saw a black business car parked in front of Uncle Jimmy's hotel, which didn't look like a bargain.

When I walked into the restaurant, I saw a fat man with his back to the door, his head down and fighting with the food on the table, as if he hadn't eaten for a few days. Daisy just glanced at the guest and walked straight inside, but Greel, who was walking behind Daisy, frowned slightly, always feeling that this back was quite familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

As he walked past this person, Grell turned his head slightly to glance at Harpy Hogan, Stark's driver and bodyguard who had a relationship with him last time in Stark's villa in Los Angeles.

When Harpy heard the footsteps beside him, he also happened to raise his head, met Greer's eyes, hurriedly threw away the spoon, took out a tissue, wiped his mouth, stood up and said, "Mr. Rusoff, meet again, remember me?" ”

"Hmm!" Greer nodded, the three Iron Man movies are just such a big fat man, can you not be impressed? Without waiting for him to speak, Grell hurriedly said, "You continue to eat first, I'll go upstairs and put things away, and then we'll go." ”

With that, he pulled Daisy towards the stairwell, lest the guy say something like 'Mr. Stark's invitation,' which would have absolutely nothing to do with civilians.

Daisy was pulled forward by Greel, looked back, glanced at the fat man who sat down to eat fried rice again. In addition to going to school, Grell spends most of his time watching TV and playing games in the house, and the social circle can't be smaller, she knows everyone Grell knows, but she has never seen this fat man, could it be someone she knew before?

In the stairwell, Daisy walked up and asked curiously, "Who is he?" How come I haven't seen it? ”

"Uhh ”

"Oh!"

Putting things back in the room, when he went downstairs, Harpy had finished eating, was sitting on a chair, looking around at the 'exotic' decoration, and saw Grell coming down, so he stood up, looked at his watch, it was already 4:20, and said, "Can you go now?" ”

"Hmm!"

Harpy pulled a bill out of his wallet, pressed it under the plate, walked out of the restaurant, started the luxury car, and drove towards the wealthy villa area on the outskirts of Twist.

Until the sun set in the west, the vehicle stopped in front of a villa as large as Stark's villa in Los Angeles, which was built on a cliff facing the sea, and a road no more than three meters wide was carved out along the ridge, and on both sides was a bottomless abyss.

This time I didn't check this link when I entered the villa, and I didn't have so many bodyguards, and I thought about it, I had steel suits, and there were so many bodyguards, I really don't know who was protecting whom.

Walking into the villa, in the living room like a small square, Stark sat on the sofa, in front of him was a virtual projection device with a size of hundreds of square meters, showing the parts of Stark's steel suit after decomposition, Stark frowned, staring at the parts made of virtual projections, and raised his hand from time to time to play with the parts.

Seeing this, Harpy immediately stretched out his arm, blocked in front of Greer, and whispered: "Mr. Stark is thinking, don't make a noise, it will disturb him." ”

Greer glanced up at Harpy and thought, "No wonder this fat man can become Stark's henchman, and he has been in office for twenty or thirty years, loyalty is one thing, and he is familiar with Stark's various habits." ”

It took about seven or eight minutes for Stark to 'wake up' from his deep thought, and with a quick wave of his hand, he dismantled the parts that he had been fiddling with in his hands, pulled out a few small but delicate bolts and rivets, and threw them into the recycle bin.

Happi stepped forward and whispered, "Mr. Stark, Mr. Rusoff has arrived. ”

Stark turned his head and saw Grell standing there, and clapped his hands: "Jarvis, there's a guest coming, clean up." ”

"Yes, sir!"

Jarvis's gentle voice sounded all around, the virtual projection of the steel suit disappeared in an instant, and the brightness of the lights in the living room also increased, Stark picked up the wine glass on the small table next to him, and casually pointed to the sofa next to him: "Sit, do you want to have something?" ”

Greer walked over and sat down, shook his head and said, "No need, is there anything wrong?" It's getting dark, and I'm going back. ”

"Good boy!" Stark said, putting the cup aside and shouting, "Jarvis, play Document 5436!" ”

With Stark's words, the wall opposite the two of them began to play an image like a big screen, showing that it was the Eagle that Greer had given him at the beginning, the wind tunnel flight experiment records, the hardness level of the material, etc., but there was no vital data such as internal structure and material analysis.

"What energy is it powered by?"

As soon as Stark's question came out, Grell knew what was going on, and it was estimated that Stark was now facing the problem of palladium poisoning and was looking for an alternative to palladium for the Ark Reactor catalyst.