Chapter 805: I've confirmed my eyes, and I'm a person I can't mess with
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The black waiting screen flickered, revealing Howard Stark's energetic face, white lab coat and brown goggles, as if he was tinkering with something new in the lab.
"BOSS, it's been fifteen years, you finally remembered me, so touched......"
Howard's tone was greasy, and he was confined to the Watt Alheim Hydra base for fifteen years, during which time he was not allowed to go out, feeling his body full of energy and energy to the point of exploding.
It may be nice to be someone else, but the men of the Stark family don't think so, the body is used to squander, and the brain needs to be maintained.
He hadn't fought black boxing in fifteen years, and he had almost forgotten what an underground boxing ring was like.
Every time he watched the other researchers rush into Asgard and be dragged back like a dead dog, Howard was so envious that he wanted to sacrifice his life to take their place.
"Don't be poor, I have something to ask you."
Russell ignored Howard's resentful eyes and went straight to the point: "Your son Tony Stark invented the Ark Reactor and made the Steel Suit, becoming a much-anticipated superhero. Unfortunately, his skills were not up to par, and the life and death of palladium poisoning hung by a thread. β
"How so?"
Howard's face changed when he heard this: "The last time Maria went to Earth, he was just a playboy, how could he suddenly become a superhero." β
Russell nodded and added, "He's also a playboy now, almost a copy of yours." β
Hearing Russell say this, Howard instantly turned into a curse: "BOSS, I have reformed my ways, and I haven't messed with flowers and grass for fifteen years." β
That's because you can't get out!
Russell rolled his eyes: "Howard, when you hear that your son's life is in danger, you don't have any ideas?" β
When Howard heard this, his face was entangled for a moment, and he said slowly: "Boss, it's good that you call the shots, I believe you won't stand idly by." β
"If you want to say that, then I'll be a bystander and see if he can outrun the time and find a new element to replace palladium."
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Howard's resentment penetrated the screen directly: "Don't be like this, I'm just such a son." β
"You should tell Maria that, she must be pleased."
Russell pursed his lips and sneered, then put away the meaning of joking, and said seriously: "Okay, don't talk nonsense with you, tell me directly, did you leave Tony some inheritance back then, so that he can get out of the current predicament, if so, I will ask the people from S.H.I.E.L.D. to send him over." β
"Uh...... Yes, there is, but not in S.H.I.E.L.D. β
Howard sneered, he and Steve had been determined to die to keep Hydra, and indeed prepared a valuable asset for their future son.
Because S.H.I.E.L.D. is about the same as Hydra, he has put his legacy somewhere else, and as long as Tony is careful, he will definitely be able to find the location of the buried treasure.
Russell knew Howard's thoughts, didn't say anything, and asked directly: "Is there any information about Hydra in those materials, and does it mention me?" β
"Nope!"
Howard shook his head decisively: "I didn't say anything, because I was afraid that he wouldn't want to avenge his father, so I didn't mention a single punctuation point about Hydra." β
"Okay, tell me where the stuff is, and I'll have someone send it to Tony."
"Boss, your kindness is as warm as the sun, Tony is so lucky to have an uncle like you......"
sprinkled with 5,000 words of rainbow fart, Russell listened calmly throughout the whole process, very realistic, and basically said it all on the point.
Howard said that his mouth was dry, and seeing that Russell didn't move at all, he reported the secret location where the inheritance was hidden, and swallowed and said: "BOSS, you see I've said so much, the grounding thing ......"
"Toot toot toot...... Toot Toot ......"
"Forget it, okay?"
Howard stared at the pitch-black screen and struggled to finish the rest of his words, then turned around with the expression of his dead son and began to tinker with his new research.
Lately he's been studying magic, the magic of Asgard, and he's preparing to attach magic to his steel suit.
It is not clear whether it will succeed, because magic does not treat him very well, and so far he has not been able to produce magic in his body, but magic and steel have a head start when he thinks about it, so he has not given up.
The charm of science lies in breaking down barriers, and the sense of accomplishment in that moment fascinates him.
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New York!
After a fat beating in Monaco, Tony's mobile phone was blown up, and almost everyone wanted to know what was going on, so he turned off his phone in annoyance, came out of sight and out of mind, and took a special plane back home.
When he returned home, he persuaded the worried new CEO Pozzi to see him off and found an unknown lockbox at the entrance to the underground parking lot.
Cracking the code is difficult for Tony, and after violently opening the box, he finds that it is a videotape inside.
Tony's heart raced and he hesitated for a moment to remove it, revealing the haggard, gloomy face of his father, Howard, after a snowflake jumping.
Howard under the camera is extremely embarrassed, his beard is unkempt, and his big back, which was originally high-spirited, is all greasy and hanging down on his forehead because he has not taken care of it for a long time.
In addition to this, three strangers appear in the video.
Two masked men stood by the wall, one left and one right, a metal arm grabbing Howard by the hair, causing his head to lift slightly, then ......
The picture is too cruel, Tony closes his eyes in pain, and after a kidnapping, he knows exactly what will happen next.
The owner of this arm had a cold and cruel expression, and Tony swore that he would never forget this face.
At the end of the video, Howard's eyes are dark, and blood splashes across the screen.
Boom!
Tony picked up the remote control on the table and smashed it at the screen, and in a fit of rage he began to drop things, and after a ping-pong crash, the whole room went into shambles.
He sat down in his chair with his head in his hands, and he didn't know how long it took before he took a deep breath to calm his irritable mind.
"Jarvis, search for the metal arm killer in the screen, I want all of his information."
Tony said calmly, in the video fifteen years ago, as long as the luck of killing his father's enemy is not too bad, he will definitely be alive and well.
This revenge must be avenged no matter what!
"Sir, there is no such person, no information, as if he does not exist."
"Is face recognized?"
"Yes, sir...... Please mourn and change ......"
Jarvis was silent for a moment, then continued: "Also, based on the subtle differences I found in other similar videos, the truth may not be what you imagined......"
"Shut up!"
Tony said coldly: "I don't need comfort, I just want to find that bastard who deserves to go to hell." β
"Sir, you can contact S.H.I.E.L.D., they may have information on the identity of the killer."
"You're right!"
Tony patted his head, his mind was still a little confused, and he ruffled his hair a few times and said, "Jarvis, contact Nick ...... immediately"
"Sir, someone outside the house is delivering a courier."
"Put him at the door, and I'll pick it up when I'm done with what I'm doing."
"But it's an old man."
"Old man? Deliver courier? β
Tony was puzzled by how Jarvis had suddenly become a chatterbox, and he clicked on the screen next to him to check the surveillance in front of the door.
I saw a delivery truck parked outside the house, and an old man with gray hair walked down from the driver's seat, maybe the small truck was a little old, and the old man took a lot of effort to open the back door of the car.
It should be because the goods are too heavy, and the old man has not been able to take them out for a long time, so he lifted the sunglasses on his nose and began to hammer the door of Stark's villa.
"Is Tony Big There? There is your courier, if you hear it, come and get it yourself. β
Tony: "......"
The current courier is so arrogant, even if the name is mispronounced, the attitude is so bad!
Tony had never seen a courier with such a bad service attitude, and he dared to be more arrogant than him, he couldn't bear it, and he wanted to call to complain.
After thinking about it, I decided not to meet the other party in general, and I came out to work at such an old age, so I must be a person with a story.
In line with the principle of respecting the old and loving the young, he decided to forgive the other party, but only this once, not the next one.
Two minutes later, Tony pushed the door open, babbling and complaining.
"You're Tony, too slow? Hurry up and take the courier away, I have to go somewhere else to make a cameo, I don't have time to waste time here. β
Tony's brow twitched, and he took a few deep breaths in a row, warning himself not to be like the old man.
He walked to the back of the truck and looked at the tin box inside, frowning slightly.
After the visual inspection, you don't need to try, and you definitely can't move.
"Wait a minute."
Tony ran into the house with a puff of smoke, and after another two minutes, he walked out in a steel suit.
"What do you think of me, handsome?"
Tony straightened his chest and raised his head in a concave shape, signaling the old man to be polite, he himself felt naΓ―ve, but somehow, he wanted to do it.
"It's gone! Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and get things moving. β
"Huh?" Tony glared at each other, this time he really couldn't bear it.
"Huh!?"
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was glared at by the other party, Tony didn't say anything, he moved off his goods in a gray manner, confirmed his eyes, and seemed to be a very powerful person.
"Wait a minute, you haven't said who the sender is?" Tony raised his hand and shouted to the departing delivery van.
"I'll see...... Oh, and the sender is Howard Stark. β
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