"Why don't you finish the black tea before leaving?"

"Next time I have time, I will taste your black tea, Mr. Stark." As he spoke, Grell walked outside, and Stark behind him looked up slightly and said, "I'll ask Harpy to send you back." ”

"No need, I'll go back sooner myself." Greer said, and was about to insert the card into the drive, but saw Stark point to the table on Greer's left and said, "There is a pass on the table, if you have time, you can come to Flushing to see the Stark Messe and your ... Well, spiritual? What's the difference. ”

"Stark Messy?" Grell turned his head to look in the direction Stark was pointing, and on the small table was a core card, a delicately made machine with a clear pattern on it, which perfectly blended the orbits of STARK EXPO 2010 and the orbits of the three star systems orbiting each other, like a work of art.

Stark muttered to himself, "This pass can bring no more than ten people into any pavilion, and you can eat, drink, and be merry for free, so you have plenty of time to appreciate science and technology, how different from the magic you practice or anything else." ”

"I will!" Grell put the pass in his pocket, waved the card in his hand into the decade drive with his left hand, and whispered, "Transform!" ”

Stark, who was sitting on the couch, distinctly heard a slightly stiff mechanical synth that was different from Jarvis's soft voice

“Kamen Ride Ryuki！”

At the same time as Grell raised his left hand, the down jacket on his body had turned into crimson dragoon armor, and the knight card box once again popped out a card, which was held by Greel, and when he pushed open the glass door, the card had also been inserted into the drive of Decade.

“Attack Ride Dragreder!”

As the mechanical synthesized sound sounded again, a red dragon with teeth and claws burst out from the huge glass curtain wall, lowered its head and flew towards Greel. Grell bent his legs and jumped up slightly, and happened to land on the top of the head of the Peerless Dragon, and the dragon knight standing on the dragon's head looked particularly majestic.

"Hey, BOY, you have to let more people know that you are a hero of justice, so it will be very difficult to discredit you. Although public opinion is useless most of the time, and you don't have to care, it is always good if the people are on your side. ”

"Thank you, Mr. Stark!"

With this sentence coming from the wind, Stark sat on the sofa, turned his head and watched the Wushuang Dragon fly out at a speed of more than one hundred and forty meters per second, until it disappeared into the night, then sighed heavily, and muttered to the wide open glass door: "Don't you know how to close the door casually?" As he spoke, he shouted downstairs, "Where's the black tea I want?" ”

Here, Grell sat on top of the head of the Peerless Dragon and flew towards the brightly lit city that never sleeps, but in the bitter cold of Siberia, it was daytime, and it was covered with ice and snow all year round, and there were ice edges everywhere.

In a small town near the Trans-Siberian Railway, a few strangers, dressed in thick cotton jackets, fur-collared hats and masks, stepped on thick snow, braved the bitter cold wind to a dilapidated house, raised their pistols with their hands tucked in their sleeves, pointed them at the door, and the leader knocked on the door.

A muffled Russian voice came from the room, asking who it was, and the leader replied in standard Russian: "I'm Alexei Jevich, I brought what you wanted." ”

There was a sound of footsteps in the house, the door opened a gap, and a big man with tattoos and unkempt hair aimed outside from the crack in the door, and at the moment when the door opened the gap, a gunman behind the leader immediately pulled the trigger on the big man, and no gunshots rang out, but the big man on the opposite side fell directly to the ground and fainted.

"A gun that can shoot dendritic toxin, a non-lethal weapon, is indeed quite interesting, and it will be much more convenient to use this for such operations in the future." The leader smiled and said, pushed the door open, and everyone rushed in, and then immediately closed the door, and the room immediately became dark, except for two lamps that emitted a dim glow, barely illuminating the room.

The leader walked inside, looking around at the messy and garbage-filled room, and finally stopped on a wall covered with various newspapers and periodicals about Iron Man, and snorted lightly: "It seems that the Vanke family is still very concerned about the Stark family, and they don't forget to collect their information here." ”

After saying that, he turned around and glanced at the workbench made of broken wood, on which were placed many metal rings with copper wires, as well as a large number of alloy wires, as well as various handmade or old instruments, and shouted to his subordinates: "Take everything here back." ”

"Yes, sir!"

The big moving activity went very quickly, two container trucks drove into the town against the cold and snow, and more than a dozen people quickly packed the things in the room, and after half a day's work, the room was filled with all kinds of miscellaneous items and only a bunch of broken tables and broken benches.

Two container trucks and three black business vehicles drove towards the outside of the town in the heavy snow, and the middle-aged man in the lead sat alone in a warm car, with a sound-absorbing wall with excellent sound insulation in the back seat and cab, even if the music was played on the speakers, the driver would not hear it.

Humming a little song in his mouth, he took out his mobile phone, quickly flipped to the number marked 'Hill', and after connecting, he said in a very regretful tone: "I'm an eighth-level agent, John Garrett." I'm sorry, sir, the mission failed, Igor Vanko died five months ago, and his son Anton Vanko has long since left the town. ”

"Left? Where did it go? ”

"I don't know, sir, this used to be Red Russia, S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't have enough manpower here, mainly concentrated in big cities, such a small town has no value at all, naturally it is not included in the intelligence collection sequence, it is difficult to continue to find it."

"I see."

Hanging up the phone, John Garrett had a smug smile on his face, then took out another mobile phone from his pocket and dialed a number with only numbers and no notes, and couldn't hide his pleasure in his words: "I've caught Anton Vanke, he's trying to make an Ark reactor, maybe we can have our own steel suit." ”

The owner on the other end of the phone, sitting on the sofa in the luxury villa, turned out to be Alexander Pierce, who had stood at the top of the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters with Nick Fury, listening to the name Anton Vanke, with a blank face: "Who?" ”