"What? Be louder, I'm noisy here! ”

"We've found Tony Stark and are sending him back to the U.S. military base!" Gideon shouted loudly in a gesture that almost put the intercom into his mouth.

"Oh, okay, just send it back, remember to ask Stark to reimburse the bill, I still have something to do here!" After saying this, Fisher hung up the phone, jokingly, and sent a Stark home, is it important to accompany his sister to shoot? These subordinates are really not good at being people, and when they turned around, they ordered Cormac, the commander of the True Son, to deduct the year-end bonus of this team!

On the other side, in the spacious cabin of the Black Hawk helicopter, Rhodes and Stark were staring at each other.

"What is your boss doing, I heard gunshots?" Rhodes was curious.

"Isn't it an event of the Rifle Association these days, the old man in the boss's house is so good, so they should be at the venue!"

"Rifle Association? Why do they never invite me to their events? Stark was as surprised as if he had heard a new term.

"Because they don't have models and rum there, but a bunch of women and beer, and it's not welcome to go like you!" Rhodes leaned against the bulkhead and quipped.

"Why? It's not like I haven't shot a gun! ”

"No, no, no, you don't understand, the people who go there to play with guns are all kinds of gun enthusiasts, they just go to feel the charm of shooting, not to show off their weapons!" Rhodes changed the posture of his crossed legs and said, "And your top priority now is to hurry back to China and recuperate, not to participate in any activities!" ”

"Well, I miss the cheeseburger so much right now!"

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"What's wrong? Something going on in the company? ”

"It's okay, it's that Stark who has been found!"

"Oh, I thought it was a big deal, so let's continue!"

"Okay, let's go!" Fisher vigorously threw four targets made of ceramic filled with colored powder into the distant sky.

Then the old father, who was standing next to him, raised the Mossberg M590 shotgun in his hand and quickly fired, loaded, excited, loaded.

After four gunshots, four clouds of red smoke and dust exploded in the air, and the crowd watching from the sidelines immediately burst into cheers.

"You're going to have one?" Daddy Fisher asked, holding up Mossberg.

"No, I don't like pumps! Is semi-automatics bad? Fisher rejected Mossberg and pulled out his M1014 from the box next to him.

"Go, timer!" The staff on the side pressed the timer, and then Fisher rushed into the shooting range, and the roaring shotgun shattered seven targets in a matter of seconds, and then Fisher pulled a shotgun from the ammunition feeder tied to his waist, filled the magazine from the shell ejection, loaded it, and smashed the last target.

"Seven seconds 31!"

"Well, not bad!" Fisher triumphantly blew the muzzle of the still steaming gun.

"That's good, let's go, let's go somewhere else!"

As an annual event for shooting enthusiasts, it is naturally impossible for the Rifle Association to hold a free fire event, in fact, it can only be regarded as a warm-up.

Because strictly speaking, the first event should be a weapons exhibition, where basically all the small arms companies in the United States will display their new products or some tactical accessories, and some shooting enthusiasts will also take out their wives to show off to others.

The tents on the lawn stretch for several kilometers and hundreds of manufacturers participating in the exhibition, although Fisher himself only came to make soy sauce, but it did not prevent him from admiring other people's "wives".

The second item of the gun exhibition should be the shooting part, in order to liven up the atmosphere, the rifle association even pulled out an antique 88 gun from stock, Fisher also tested a shot, although the smoke from the muzzle of the gun wasted his handmade shirt worth thousands of dollars, but it was cool.

After the shot and another delicious Texas barbecue, Fisher walked around the nearby shooting range when he had nothing to do, but at the CQB shooting range, he met someone he never dreamed of.

With a black split head, thick stubble, a crisp suit, coupled with sharp movements and sharp marksmanship, who is not Keanu Reeves?

In order to prevent the wrong person, Fisher also inquired about the name of this benevolent brother with others.

"He's called John Wick, he seems to be an actuary, but his marksmanship and body skills are very neat, and he doesn't look like a middle-aged man at all!" A well-wisher who knew him gave Fisher a few words.

"John Wick?" Fisher carefully searched for the name from the depths of his mind, as if it was some kind of killer of the Continental Hotel.

By this time, John Wick had finished his shooting project, and he neatly checked his weapon and handed it to the staff on the side, and the audience who watched him shoot gave him a warm applause. There were even a few eager guys who were going to go up and make a few gestures.

And John Wick also had plans to fight, but before he could agree, the crowd squeezed out a middle-aged woman and twisted his arm, which should be his wife.

"John, don't get too excited, get into a fight with others!" John Wick's wife, Helen, is a newspaper editor, and although she herself is not very interested in guns, she still accompanies her husband to walk around here to see if there is any material to write an article or something.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen!" John Wick smiled and patted his wife's hand, and was about to play a game, when the mobile phone on his waist suddenly rang.

"I'm sorry, I have some things, let's make an appointment next time!" Seeing a string of mysterious codes on the screen of his phone, John Wick said sorry to several challengers and pulled his wife to leave.

"Mr. John Wick?"

"You are?" Looking at the young man who stopped in front of him, John wondered.

"I'm the CEO of Atlas!" Fisher handed over a business card, "I appreciate your marksmanship, like art, is there any interest in being a spokesperson for our civilian weapons?" ”

"Spokesperson?" John Wick looked at the special gilded font on the business card, and was quite moved. You must know that being a killer is not as beautiful as ordinary people think, going in and out of a sports car, and if you want to assassinate the target, you will be far away with a sniper rifle and you will be done, starting from receiving orders, the killer must figure out the target's hobbies and travel rules, the number of bodyguards, security loopholes, etc., the most important thing is that sometimes the employer will ask the assassination to be disguised as an accident, and the killer is really not a very glorious profession, so even Wick's wife only knows that her husband is an actuary at the Continental Hotel in New York, and does not know that he is a killer.

"Uh, I'm sorry, Mr. Fisher, I have some urgent matters now, I will consider your proposal very seriously, now I have to go, offended!" John Wick solemnly put away the business card, nodded to Fisher, and then pulled his wife and ran quickly to the parking lot.

Fisher didn't think so, the reason why he stopped John Wick was only because he liked Keanu Reeves very much in his previous life.

"Maybe you can take a photo or something when you meet that day!"

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After Tony Stark returned to New York, it quickly caused an uproar, and the media from all walks of life gathered in Stark Tower like a shark smelling blood, waiting for his arrival.

"I'm going to shut down Stark Industries' weapons research and development department!"

Stark's words were like a stone thrown into a pool of calm water, and Obadiah's heart shrank when he heard this, and he almost pulled it.

When the reporters heard this, their eyes shone brightly, and all kinds of questions popped up one after another.

"Mr. Stark, I heard that you were attacked by weapons made by Stark Industries in the Middle East, is this true?"

"Mr. Stark, I heard that you escaped by seducing the terrorist boss, is this true?"

Obadiah frowned at the reporter who asked the question, and after realizing that he was just a reporter for an entertainment news tabloid, two big-shouldered security guards threw the guy out before he could even open his mouth.

Stark himself ignored the reporters and left the hall after talking about his plan.

"Tony, listen to me, I know you've suffered a lot, but we don't need to shut down the weapons line! This is the backbone of Stark Industries! "Obadiah is in a hurry, the weapons industry is his lifeblood, he and Howard founded it together, and now Stark is about to shut down in a word, Obadiah even broke out on the spot, and he has the heart to strangle Stark.

"You know, Obadiah, what did I encounter over there? Countless innocent people have died under the weapons I developed, and they could have lived happily! Stark stopped, and turned his head to look into Obadiah's eyes.

"Then we can build a foundation and donate some money, didn't you want to set up a charitable foundation some time ago, I'll help you go to the board of directors to get it done, we can also contact the giant god and ask them to send out mercenaries to eliminate those terrorists, these are okay, but it is really unnecessary to close the weapons research and development department!" Obadiah even began to plead with Stark to retract his previous statement.

"No, Obadiah, the weapons research and development department must be closed!" Tony Stark's tone was undeniably firm.

"Well, since that's your plan!" Obadiah froze in place, his eyes gradually turning cold, and then he turned and walked to the exit of the building, pulling out his cell phone.

"Prepare the plane, I'm going to Afghanistan, yes, that's right, immediately, right away!"