A group of reporters with cameras surrounded the door of Stark Building, while the black-clad bodyguards, who had been cold-looking before, held hands with some helplessness and used their bodies as a guardrail.

Outside the guardrail, the reporters were like sharks smelling blood, and the flashing lights were constantly flashing, like broken light bulbs, making people almost unable to open their eyes.

Inside the guardrail, Harpy yelled at the reporter closest to him with a cold face: "I said I wouldn't be interviewed!" ”

The sneaky men and women before were all reporters, and after being brought back by the black-clothed bodyguards, they all took out their press cards one by one, and they were like fat pigs that had been scalded to death.

directly tore off his previous disguise, generously took out his own guys, and started the interview with a face.

"Is Mr. Tony Stark here?" A male reporter asked, and before he could continue, a stout female reporter behind him had already pushed him aside.

The female reporter put her microphone in front of Harpy, "May I ask if Ryan Gosling is a member of the Avengers?" ”

This sentence seemed to completely ignite the passion of these reporters, and they began to squeeze into it one by one, and at the same time began to ask all kinds of strange questions.

Even Tony and Ryan want to know exactly what they have for breakfast each morning.

"Again, we are not giving interviews."

Harpy continued to remain indifferent, but his attitude was useless to this group of reporters who had long been accustomed to hot faces and cold butts,

They still continue to ask their own questions, and they are still squeezing in with the strength of milk.

"Boss, what should I do?" Danny leaned over to Harpy and whispered,

There is no way to go on like this, and there are more and more reporters coming from outside, and they can't stop them for long on their own.

American journalists have more access to interviews than other countries, and as a "system manipulated by the media", there are not many institutions or departments in the United States that are willing to offend these media.

Although this group of people does not have the superpowers of superheroes or supercriminals, their pens and cameras can sometimes exert more destructive power.

Especially when they want to work hard to build a person or a business, the huge resources allow them to easily influence the direction of public opinion and make things develop in the direction they want.

Therefore, even though Harpy is usually used to being scared with Tony Stark, when facing a group of reporters, he is really a little stunned and has a feeling of being overwhelmed.

"Excuse me, is Ryan Gosling at odds with the Avengers?" A reporter asked suddenly.

Harpy subconsciously wanted to deny this statement, he and Ryan are also friends, although they usually don't have much contact and communication, but he also knows that Ryan acquiesces to the outside world that he is a member of the Avengers,

is afraid that the outside world will turn its attention from the Avengers to him personally, so at this time, he is still willing to support Ryan.

"No......" Harpy had just opened his mouth before he could finish when he was interrupted by another person.

"It is said that Ryan Gosling suddenly came to Stark..., sorry, it should be called the Avengers Mansion now, in order to work on an artificial intelligence algorithm with Tony Stark."

Harpy frowned, a little curious as to how the news had leaked out, and sternly refused, "I don't know where you heard the gossip from, but trust me, when you meet Ryan Gosling, you'll understand that this statement is complete." ”

Can a high school student get involved in AI research?

The answer is clearly no.

"Stark Group's current business focus is mainly on clean energy, and if there is a change in the main business, you will definitely receive an official notice." Harpy said officially.

"Excuse me......"

The reporter was obviously not so easy to dismiss, but just as they were about to continue asking, a neat row of black Chevrolet full-size SUVs suddenly drove outside the building,

After stopping at the entrance of the building, a group of people in suits and uniforms descended from above, and the leader looked to be about forty years old, with a very kind complexion, and some signs of baldness.

"Who are you?"

A black-clothed bodyguard hurriedly greeted him and stopped the footsteps of this group of "uninvited guests".

If it weren't for the group of reporters who disrupted their rhythm, they would never have let this group of people get even half a step closer to the entrance of the building.

"Take it easy, man." The middle-aged man smiled, as if he had rehearsed countless times, which made people subconsciously feel a little close, "I'm here to help you solve them." ”

He pointed to the crowding reporters inside, then stood on tiptoe to look at Harpy, who was surrounded in the innermost area, and called out Harpy's name.

"I refuse to answer that question."

Harpy was being forced by the reporter's tricky questions and didn't know how to answer, when he suddenly heard someone calling his name outside, and looked up to see a familiar face behind the layers of reporters.

"Coulson?"

Harpy was stunned for a moment, then explained to Danny next to him, and walked over to the reporter who was blocking him.

Although his stomach was fatter, the weight gain also increased the strength of his arms, and the group of reporters were pushed to the sides like aquatic weeds, squeezing out a way.

"Why are you here?" Harpy glanced at the group of people following Coulson and said strangely, "Is there a problem with this group of reporters?" ”

"I don't know if they have a problem." Coulson smiled habitually, "But there must be someone behind this matter who is silently manipulating." ”

"Now you want us to get them done." He walked past Harpy and said a few words to a younger-looking man behind him.

The man led the three people to the reporter, and when the reporter was about to ask a question, he took out a document from his bosom with the logo of the State Secrets Bureau.

"Look, what kind of people do what kind of things."

After the reporters were chased away, Coulson said with a smile as he stood in the apparently quiet and empty hall.

"Them?" Harpy looked at the group of people who had followed Coulson before, who, after driving the reporter away, returned to the car where they came, and did not wait for Coulson, but left the street directly.

"They're just some of my "friends". Coulson glanced back. You know, S.H.I.E.L.D. is down, but we have a lot of connections. ”

"What are you here for?" Harpy instructed the others to stay on the fence, while he and Coulson stood behind and chatted.

"To help you, of course, but also to help ourselves." Coulson's eyes flashed.