"Lawyer?"

Pepper's almond-like eyes widened, and he asked puzzledly, "Why are you still involved with the lawyer?"

Tony muttered a few words, but didn't answer.

He couldn't answer, what would Pepper think of the boy's misunderstanding if he spoke up?

"You also 'instigate and lead minors in and out of prostitution places', you little bastard thinks it's quite beautiful, just your height that can't even hold someone's neck, which blind model can look at you!"

After losing a "I don't know what to do" in his heart, Tony, who was gradually deflated, walked out of the room with Pepper in his arms.

The start of the race was in the afternoon, and it was almost time to go.

The news that Tony Stark will be participating in the car race as a special guest was released by the organizers a few days ago.

At this time, the shadow of the "New York riots" had just subsided, and the reputation of Iron Man, who had always been active in the front line of the rescue, was in full swing.

Among them are not only residents of New York, but also Iron Man fans from other regions and even other countries, who have forcibly brought a slightly niche competitive sport out of the atmosphere of a national event.

Of course, these gatherers are not all admirers of Iron Man, but also some pure motorsport enthusiasts, as well as a few Tony Stark hostiles, such as Ivan Vanko.

The burly Russian looked at the crowd in front of him with a bitter face, and the resentment towards Tony Stark in his heart increased a little.

"Friend, come buy a ticket?"

The inquiries from behind him made Ivan Vanke's face darken, and his enemies only showed their intention to compete, and countless fanatics from all over the world came to watch.

And the first step on the road to revenge is to compete with the enemy's endless fans for tickets to the arena.

The sense of humiliation brought by the contrast made the stubborn Ivan angry, and his already unkind face became more and more hideous, so that after turning his head, the white guy who was almost accosted in fright turned around and ran.

"Hey, buddy, don't be impulsive, I'm just asking," Rooney retreated, and at the same time soothed the Siberian man who seemed to be eating people: "I want to transfer the ticket in my hand, and see you hanging out of the crowd, so I asked more, don't be angry, I'll leave." ”

"Wait—"

Ivan stopped the white guy who was trying to flee and asked, "Do you have a ticket?"

"Yes...... There is one. ”

Rooney stretched out a finger and measured it, looked at the other party's height of nearly two meters, and swallowed with a smile.

"I want it!"

Ivan Vanke took his wallet out of his pocket and motioned for him to give him the ticket.

Rooney didn't rush to take out the ticket, but gritted his teeth for a long time before he gritted his teeth and said: "A total of 5,700 dollars." ”

Ivan, who was taking the dollar bill from his wallet, stopped what he was doing, turned his head to look at the white guy who was making the offer, and asked in a cold voice, "How much?"

"Uh...... $5700. ”

"No, buddy, don't be impulsive, my wife bought a high-priced ticket at the time, and I gave you a $300 discount here......"

Looking at the Russians who were gradually approaching him, Rooney hurriedly explained: "I don't mean to sit on the ground and raise the price, buddy, you really can't buy a ticket at this price now, this is a rare opportunity to meet Tony Stark." ”

Evan Vanke loosened his clenched fist, he is not a person who follows the rules, and he honestly came here to grab tickets.

In the immediate aftermath of the "New York riots", any excesses would provoke a thunderous blow from the authorities, who were still on high alert, and he was not afraid of the police and the military, but he had to consider whether their intervention would affect his revenge.

"$570, if it doesn't work, I'll go find someone else. ”

Ivan Vanko's tone was a little impatient, and the look in his eyes at Rooney was also a little coercive.

The so-called finding someone else is nothing more than an excuse to use some unconventional means.

He kept to himself so that outside influences wouldn't disrupt his revenge against Tony Stark, but if the consequences of following the rules were that he couldn't even see Iron Man, then he wouldn't hesitate to use laser whips on ordinary people.

"You'd better beat me up, buddy, because I'm going to sell the high-priced tickets she managed to grab, and that is going to divorce me, I ......"

"You don't like Tony Stark?"

Rooney's words were interrupted by Ivan Vanke, who looked at Rooney who was complaining more and more, and asked in a loud voice.

"Uh...... My wife loves it, I ......"

Although the figure of the Iron Man fan in front of him was quite intimidating, Rooney still decided to tell the truth that his wife had to divorce him because she couldn't see the face of the playboy, and as a man, he felt that he couldn't admit it in this regard.

However, what happened next was beyond Rooney's expectations, and the Russian on the other side not only did not hit him, but threw the wallet in his hand directly into his arms.

"$6,000 in total, give me the ticket. ”

Looking at the white guy who was shrunk like a quail in the water, Ivan Vanke urged coldly.

"Huh?" Rooney was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted, taking the ticket out of his pocket and handing it over, opening his wallet with one hand and roughly counting the number of bills with his thumb.

Ivan, who got the ticket, turned around and left, but as soon as he took two steps out, he suddenly remembered something, and turned his head to call Rooney, who was satisfied with his departure: "A word of advice to you, young man, then a wife who has no level of appreciation, divorce is a relief for you." ”

“......”

Looking at the Russian who turned gorgeously from a blackmail villain to a life coach, Rooney's swear words brewed on his lips, but after considering the comparison of the force value of the two, he finally gave up cleaning up the guy who cursed him for divorce, and took his $6,000 harvest to go home to appease his wife who was still angry.

On the other side, Ivan Vanke, who bought a high-priced ticket, left the sales point and went to the entrance to line up, secretly thinking about how to give the self-righteous Iron Man a good look at the time, and how to denounce the hypocrisy of Stark and his sons, so that the world knows what kind of hero they are talking about.

However, before he could get to the place where he could line up to enter the venue, the crowd that was running away in a riot attracted his attention.

Stopping a panicked young Hispanic man, Ivan Vanke asked, "What's going on up ahead, is Tony Stark coming?" ”

The Latino guy who was stopped was just about to scold, but as soon as he looked up, he saw the burly figure of the master in front of him, and his courage suddenly weakened a little, and he struggled a few times and found that he couldn't break free from the palm of the other party's shoulder, so he had to explain quickly: "The Hulk has appeared in New York City, hurry up and find a place to hide, otherwise there will be no place to ask for compensation if you are trampled to death." ”

"Hulk ......"

In order to develop the "Mourning Whip Suit" to deal with Iron Man, Ivan Vanke spent a lot of time on the black market, both collecting materials and collecting funds.

Ignoring the government and S.H.I.E.L.D. intelligence, it would not be an exaggeration to say that the black market that supports countless gangsters and supercriminals is the most well-informed place, and Ivan Vanko, who has worked there, certainly has not heard of the name "Hulk", although most of his fear has now shifted to the "Drama Master".

"What about Tony Stark?"

Not paying attention to the anxious expression of the Hispanic guy who was stopped, Ivan Vanke continued to ask.

"Of course Iron Man is going to fight the Hulk!"

Anxiety overpowered fear, and the answerer angrily scolded the sick Russian.

"So, he's not coming to the race?"

"I said buddy, when is it, are you still thinking about the game, the Hulk has appeared in New York, of course the game is canceled!"

As he spoke, the Latina boy wriggled his body, took advantage of the Russian's stunned effort, broke free from his clamps, and disappeared into the crowd in a few steps.

Ivan Vanke ignored the fleeing answerer, and looked at the high-priced ticket in his hand that he had spent all his wealth on in a daze.

I even have a draft of how to ask Tony Stark, but that guy didn't come because he was going to stop the Hulk wreaking havoc in New York?

As the news of the Hulk spread, the otherwise orderly crowd fell into a riot.

Ivan Vanke looked blankly at the fleeing crowd, wondering if he should teach the big green guy who had to sleep on a park bench at night, and clean up the Iron Man who put his pigeon in it.

PS: There have been a lot of things in the past two days.,The update is not powerful.,The old knife apologized like everyone's fists.,But don't worry.,As long as it's not completely out of time and writing state.,I won't break the update.。

First keep the current amount of updates, and when I'm busy with the things at hand, I'll add more to everyone, friends who are familiar with me know that once the old knife is added up, it's like a ...... Like a wild horse that has taken off the leash, it can't stop at all.

Just so much chatter, the lightning rod is a little off, I'm going to straighten it.

By the way, I will send the list of thanks for the reward in May to the work in a moment, thank you again for your support, thank you for the old knife.