It's the height of summer, but not many people come to the wetland park at night.

The Reem district is not an important neighborhood where the rich and dignitaries gather, and law and order is like that.

Especially after the collapse of the "Black Eagle Gang", several gangs that wanted to take the top position began to merge as soon as the sky was dark, and people's brains were about to hit the dog's brains.

"Stump, Tread, Tread—"

The sound of leather boots on the stone slabs could be heard far away in the silent night, and the burly figure sitting on the park bench did not look back, but his hands were already touching his waist.

"Mr. Ivan Vanko," said a middle-aged Hispanic man who had a relationship with Deadpool, walked to the bench and stood still, his tone not as arrogant as before, but much colder than the average person: "Tony Stark is spending all his time in the villa, talking to four or five models in depth, and you can only sleep on a park bench, and you can't even afford a special beer can." ”

Ivan Vanke glanced at the middle-aged man, and there was no look of annoyance on his rough face.

He turned his head, bent down to pull a can of beer from a battered duffel bag at his feet, opened it, and turned to the visitor with a blank face and took a sip.

“......”

The middle-aged man looked away a little embarrassed, only to feel that the other party's drinking action had an indescribable mockery.

"Ahem, cough, cough," a few dry coughs broke the silence between the two, and the middle-aged man continued to play the role of his guest: "I brought a big business, a big business of 3 million US dollars, as long as you nod, I can pay a ten percent deposit in advance." ”

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man pointed to the travel bag at the other party's feet: "Although the money is not much, it is enough for Your Excellency to eat and drink well, so that it will not fall into the situation of robbing the homeless man's territory to rest and forcing him to salute." ”

"Someone from the military?"

Glancing at the other party's shoes, Ivan Vanke spoke slowly.

Setbacks make people grow, and after seeing Tony's level at this time, he has calmed down his inner resentment, and he is not as extreme and irritable as he used to be.

Of course, the hatred never went away, but only intensified, and if it weren't for the fact that he really didn't have the funds to continue to provide himself with the research of new weapons against Tony Stark's suit, he wouldn't be here to communicate with an inexplicable person.

Following the other party's gaze, the middle-aged man saw the old-fashioned leather boots on his feet.

Most people don't wear these shoes on their feet in the middle of summer, and only those who are too old-fashioned or meticulous among the military will choose this outfit.

"Not exactly!"

After a perfunctory remark, the middle-aged man didn't speak again, just looked at the other party quietly, waiting for his decision.

"What do you want, reactor technology?"

Ivan Vanko's voice was a little cold, and he had always been less patient with hyenas that smelled fishy.

"No, no, no, we don't have any interest in the reactor technology you have, and while it's really good, we don't need it. ”

The person who came obviously did his homework, and immediately spoke out to dispel the other party's concerns.

Seeing Ivan Vanke's eyes change from wariness to doubt, the middle-aged man continued: "We want to hire you as a researcher and development personnel for new weapons, 3 million ......."

"I'm not going to do anything for the U.S. government, whether you change the unit words after 3 million for pounds or rubles. ”

At that time, his father was kicked out of the United States, not only Howard Stark's "credit", but also the US government also contributed a lot.

But developing new weapons for the military?

Fuck it!

"I'm not here on behalf of the government. The middle-aged man walked up to the Russians and explained.

Ivan Vanke, who was holding a can of beer, turned back and stared at the lake not far away, without saying a word

"Well," said the other after a long silence, the man put aside the disappointment in his heart, and proposed, "We will each take a step back, and I will make a bid of one and a half million dollars for your research on the laser whip." ”

The stubborn Russian still doesn't speak, as if the person who can't even find $150 on his body is not himself.

"Plus the right to use a laboratory with a sufficient level of R&D. ”

The middle-aged man continues to increase his stakes.

Ivan Vanke looked away from the lake, looked people up and down, and asked, "Do you count?"

"Of course," seeing that the other party's attitude was somewhat relaxed, the middle-aged man hit the railroad while it was hot: "As long as you agree, I can pay you ten percent of the deposit in advance, and the rest of the money will be delivered to you together with the laboratory after we verify the accuracy of the records." ”

"However, we need to keep all of the experimental records of the laser whip. ”

"Whether it's a mistake you've made or any other immature idea, don't miss it, and make sure we have a record of every step of your development process. ”

"I don't think that's a difficult thing for Mr. Ivan Vanke, right?"

The Russians did not reply, but fell into thought.

Laser whipping is no threat to Tony's current Warframe, and if its related technology can be exchanged for funding and access to high-end laboratories, Ivan Vanke is not unacceptable.

The only thing that made him worry was whether the guy in front of him from the military was worth trusting.

"How long can I use the lab?"

Ivan Vanke drained the beer in his hand, threw the can in his footsteps, and asked the Hispanic next to him in a hoarse voice.

"Three months, that's the limit I can commit. ”

The middle-aged man gave an answer without the slightest hesitation, and decisively let the frowning Russian look at him twice.

"I don't want assistants, I don't allow visits, I don't accept any surveillance. ”

"I'll give you a portion of the manuscript first, and then I'll give you the rest when our collaboration is over. ”

Ivan Vanke did not express any objection to the middle-aged man's answer, but continued to put forward conditions.

"Yes!"

The middle-aged man nodded in agreement, and after seeing that the other party had no other objections, he admonished in a serious tone: "We appreciate and respect Mr. Ivan Vanke's talent very much, so we have accepted the conditions you have proposed, but if our good intentions lead to deception, then ......"

The other party's words were not finished, but this did not prevent Ivan Vanke from understanding the meaning of the threat.

But he just waved his hand angrily and didn't say much.

"In that case, then I'll take my leave. ”

Ivan Vanke nodded to ignore him, and the middle-aged man turned and left the park.

Although the Russians were not invited to help this time, the purchase of the information on the laser whip in his hand can be regarded as achieving the expected goal to some extent.

"When this batch of materials falls into the hands of the military, the organization can take over Ross's 'Super Soldier Program' in its entirety. ”

Thinking of this, a sneer appeared on the middle-aged man's face.

Who would have thought that General Ross, who has always been a hawk, would take the lives of the soldiers at hand as an opportunity for him to change his court, and also want to throw this black cauldron that shocked the world on the back of his own organization.

"In that case, you might as well die in the name of 'secretly researching laser weapons and trying to frame Evan Glazer for stealing military technology to force him to comply,' so as to help the organization's biological research technology take a big step forward. ”

The organization will soon be able to take over the happy events of Rose's family in its entirety, which makes the middle-aged man feel good, and even the stupid boss who has nothing to do is not so angry now.

However, this good mood did not last long before it was broken by a call from an unfamiliar number.