"Boss, big news!" April, who was sitting at the door playing with her mobile phone, suddenly jumped up and rushed to Li Qingyuan.

"Are you too idle? There's nothing to do, go clean up the shelves again! Li Qingyuan, who was watching the sand sculpture TV series, waved his hand a little impatiently, what kind of big news does it have, and it has a dime to do with him?

"Boss, inside scoop, Tony. Stark isn't dead yet! Aprile didn't have the slightest eyesight, but handed her phone to him, pointing to the message on it.

Although she was fired from the TV station, her previous network of interpersonal relationships is still there, and someone secretly sent a message to tell her just now that Tony, who was considered dead by the national media. Stark, who was actually found by the U.S. military in Afghanistan, is now on his way back to New York by plane.

Why did you give her this inside scoop?

With April's figure and appearance, isn't it normal to have a few licking dogs?

"Huh!" It's just that compared to April's excitement, Li Qingyuan didn't react at all, but continued to stare at the sand sculpture TV series.

Don't say it, although you know the sand sculpture of this TV series, it's really good-looking.

As long as you don't have nothing to do, go to those so-called movie reviews, complain about what this chapter says, and so on.

"Boss, Tony. Stark! President of Stark Group, the richest guy in the world, no! April is still in a state of extreme excitement, and looking at her appearance, she probably wants to rush to the airport and wait for a live interview broadcast.

"What's the matter with you? What's wrong with me? Seeing that her maid was still dreaming of a well-known host, Li Qingyuan felt that it was time to hit her dreams.

Of course, a maid who doesn't want to be a star is not a good cook, but you have to face up to your job.

"Hmmm......"

Speechless by the two golden quotes, Aprile suddenly felt as if her mood was thrown into the sewer by Hushu Bao, unable to swallow and uncomfortable.

"I'm going to buy groceries." April, who was hit to her dream, glared at her incomprehensible boss with resentment, seeing that the other party was indifferent to her white-eyed offensive at all, and finally could only turn her grief into a desire to buy in frustration.

Later, the old lady will go to the Whole Foods supermarket to pick up the most expensive one to buy, and make the bill distress you bastard.

Watching Aprile swaying out of the store, Li Qingyuan paused the computer and recalled the plot of Iron Man 1.

Tony. Stark's distress in Afghanistan was entirely planned by Obadiah, who wanted to use the terrorists to kill Tony in Afghanistan so that he could rightfully annex the entire Stark Group.

It's just that any maid has the dream of turning over and being a hostess. The terrorists that Stark had captured felt that it was a waste to kill such a weapon genius to earn commissions.

Those guys actually blackmailed Tony to help them build missiles, and wanted to use these weapons to build up their own armed forces.

And then!

A bunch of idiots just watched Tony come out with a hammer right under their noses, and it was hard to know what to complain about.

Can a missile be the same as a steel armor? Even if you're blind, there's a degree!

Anyway, this time Tony. Stark should find out about Obadiah's plot in a while, and start a big battle with the other party.

It's just that after clarifying the plot, Li Qingyuan felt that there was no need to intervene by himself.

After all, Iron Man is the son of luck in the whole Marvel, and God knows what world he will be transported to after contacting the other party.

It's better to be safe, anyway, the Stark Group headquarters is dozens of blocks away from Chinatown, even if it really fights, it doesn't matter to you.

After figuring this out, he felt that he should continue to watch the TV series!

The sand sculpture TV series is really good-looking!

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"Coulson, this is a new report from the New York Police Department, you go check it out!"

A guy with a skyline break had just finished his last mission, and before he could catch his breath, he was crushed in the face by a new report.

Phil. Coulson, the head of the rookie village in Marvel, is now looking at his top boss with loveless eyes, a dark and translucent boiled egg!

Please, be a man!

I had just eaten sand in Afghanistan for two months, and I finally returned to New York, and I didn't have time to have a friendly match with my girlfriend, and you immediately threw in a mission report.

Coulson was extremely suspicious that his immediate boss must have seen that he had more hair than he did, so he was jealous, and he had to let his hair fall out like the other party.

"Sir, wouldn't it be nice to hand over this kind of subway kidnapping case to the New York Police Department?" Flipping through the report quickly, Coulson looked at Nick with some confusion. Fury asked.

They are in charge of all kinds of mysterious events, aliens or future people or special people, just a group of gangsters, what qualifications do they have for S.H.I.E.L.D. to investigate?

"Look at this!" Nick. Fury threw another autopsy report card into Coulson's face.

Coulson picked up the report with black lines on his head, can't you just throw two reports at me?

Of course, he only dared to murmur in his heart that no one in the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. knew that the director of the Black Egg Bureau was so small-minded that he was going to die, and if he wrote it down in a small book, he would have to shed his skin if he didn't die.

"Thirty-five explosion marks all over the body, and the corpse has a strange mutation?" Coulson, who read the autopsy report, grinned helplessly, what a hatred!

Thirty-five miniature bombs, and it is suspected that someone has injected a biological virus, and this kidnapper brother must have been very peaceful when he died.

"All the cameras in the subway station were hacked at the time, but from the testimony of witnesses and the investigation at the time, it was not more than 15 minutes at most from the appearance of the kidnappers to the time they were all knocked down." Nick. Fury said as he stared at Coulson with his one eye.

"What do you mean, sir? Is it to find that hidden dark hero? Coulson flipped through the report.

"That guy hiding in the dark has nothing to do with us, he's just a New Yorker who is proficient in martial arts at best, and it doesn't matter if he can't find it." Nick. Fury tapped the autopsy report hard with two knuckles of his right hand.

"There's a guy who is well versed in explosives and biological viruses hiding in New York, and that's all that matters."

"Understood, sir!" Phil. Coulson quickly stood up and replied solemnly.

Sure enough, he is worthy of being the chief of S.H.I.E.L.D., and his vision of things is better than himself.

Miniature bombs are nothing, and biological viruses are nothing.

But when these two are combined, the problem is huge!

If the other party has nothing to do and throws a few biochemical bombs in New York, there will definitely be a big mess.