Walking out of the Army Officers' Club, Sean pulled the car door straight and got into a long-parked black Lincoln, where Harry, who had been waiting for more than an hour, yawned incessantly, looking bored and sleepy.

"You're out, I'll probably fall asleep if you wait." Harry put his hand on his friend's shoulder, "I'm so impressed that you can talk to a serious old man for so long. ”

Sean smiled faintly and loosened the tie that was tied a little tightly, the army general who was as majestic as a lion was not a casual fool, the other party had rich experience and sharp eyes, ordinary people would feel trembling when talking to him, Osborne wanted to negotiate with such a big man on an equal footing, it was undoubtedly a fool's dream.

Only by giving enough benefits and satisfying General Rus's appetite will he stand in front of Osborne and temporarily act as a towering tree sheltering from the wind and rain.

"As Osborne's at the helm, I thought you would go in with me." Sean leaned back in his seat, the driver started the car, and the scenery on both sides slowly receded.

Harry covered his head with a headache, looked like he was not awake from a hangover, and said with a smile: "It's good that you can handle this kind of thing, General Ross doesn't like to deal with a rich boy like me, and he admires the new generation of young geniuses in New York more." ”

Sean couldn't help but laugh and shook his head slightly, Harry seemed to have lost his enthusiasm for work since he was hit hard emotionally, and returned to his original life of being drunk and gold-addicted, and seemed to have a tendency to be on par with Tony Stark.

Maybe he wanted to numb himself and relieve the pain in his heart in this way, but in Sean's opinion, this was really a bit escapist.

"I heard that you haven't been in the company for a week, and you can't be seen on the board, and even the secretary doesn't know your whereabouts." Sean asked nonchalantly.

"This ...... Ha ha...... Let's continue to talk about General Ross, did he agree to Osborne's request? Harry laughed awkwardly and changed the subject stiffly.

During this time, Harry's life has indeed been a bit ridiculous, and Mary-Jane, who had a tendency to reunite, left angrily and disappointed after seeing him dance with many hot girls in her arms, and it is estimated that the young Spider-Man is comforting the goddess of her dreams at this time.

Regarding the division and merger between the three of them, Sean said that it would be good to silently move a small bench and be a quiet onlooker.

"He has no reason to refuse." Sean's tone was flat, he understood what General Ross wanted, so he could naturally do what he liked and hit the key point with one blow, "Osborne invested billions of dollars in the human enhancement program, and that general didn't spend a penny to pack it up, and all he needed to pay was to make Ambrella's new drug successfully marketed, as for whether Osborne would be wrathed by Watsonton's thunder in the future, it had nothing to do with him at all." ”

"Who wouldn't love a profitable business at their fingertips?"

Harry listened to his friend's explanation, and couldn't help yawning, there were heavy dark circles between his eyes, and it seemed that he hadn't rested well, in fact, Young Master Osborne had been partying too much these nights, so he was in poor spirits, and the whole person seemed quite sluggish.

Sean no longer paid attention to the indulgent Harry, crossed his hands and rubbed his eyes, looking through the glass car window, admiring the architectural style of Washington, D.C., as the capital of the United States of America, it is not as prosperous and lively as New York, with dense high-rise buildings, full of the sparkle of an international metropolis, but reveals a rare historical and humanistic atmosphere.

There are numerous museums and historical and cultural sites, such as the famous Washington Monument and the Lincoln Memorial, as well as a number of free museums, most of which display old World War II objects, the most famous of which is the Captain America Museum, which is the first place for many schools to organise events.

Through the car window, the classical style building went all the way back, looking at the vivid and real world outside, Sean closed his eyes, and the soft white light in his mind flickered slightly.

The world moves slowly according to its original trajectory, like the rumbling wheel of history, which will not be deviated by subtle changes, Tony Stark is building crude steel armor in the caves of Afghanistan, Bruce Banner is still a famous physics genius, not becoming the Hulk full of anger at that moment, S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra are still hidden behind the scenes......

No one knows the traces of the six gems, and beyond the distant galaxy, the overlord of the universe who has destroyed countless civilizations has not set his eyes on this blue planet for the time being, and human beings lie quietly in the cradle, waiting for the arrival of a new era in which superheroes will be born.

And what Sean has to do is to slowly accumulate strength before that new era comes, hold the good cards in his hand, until he has enough power to stand at the top of the pyramid, not driven and controlled by anyone, and become the final winner.

With a smile on the corner of the young man's mouth, a good hunter often has excellent patience and conquers Hell's Kitchen, whose turn will it be next?

…………

Stark Industries.

Pepper stepped on black high heels and stormed into the office of the company's top CEO, and Obadi-Stein, who was sitting in a chair, seemed a little stunned, knowing that Miss Potts, known as Tony's personal secretary and known as "Little Pepper", has always been a dignified and generous intellectual appearance, and rarely panicked like this.

"What's the trouble Tony is getting into again? No, he should have returned to New York from Afghanistan by this time. Obadai laughed, his seemingly kind eyes inadvertently revealing a gloomy glow.

He ...... Tony is missing. Pepper replied incoherently. The latest news that had just been received from Afghanistan was that Tony's convoy had been attacked by local militants and was almost completely wiped out, and Colonel Rhodes did not find Tony's ...... at the scene The body, but his phone's location was unresponsive, and Jarvis couldn't determine the location. ”

Obadai, who was the top CEO of Stark Industries, opened his mouth wide when he heard the news, showing a look of surprise in disbelief, and there was a hint of anxiety and panic on his face.

After he came to his senses, he opened his mouth to comfort the anxious secretary in his heart: "Those terrorists won't do anything to Tony, they may be for money, or they want high-tech weapons made by Stark, in short, Tony's own value is immeasurable, he has the most genius brain in the world!" ”

"I will contact the Ministry of Defense and ask them to continue the search for Tony's whereabouts, Stark Industries will also mobilize its own forces, we have a lot of friends in Afghanistan, and they will be willing to help......"

The bald CEO said a few more reassuring words, and then sent Pepper, who had regained his composure, out the door, and watched the tall back of Miss Secretary go away, and the smile on Obadai's face gradually faded.

"Goodbye, Tony." He said lightly.

Everyone says that Stark Industries has gone through two great eras, first in Howard's hands and then brought to the peak of glory by Tony, and everyone feels that this is the credit of Stark and his son.

As for Obadi, who cares about a guy standing behind the scenes, obscure?

Few people will notice that after Howard's unexpected death, it was he who stabilized the crumbling Stark Industries, and it was he who put this behemoth in the military industry into Tony's hands, and he worked hard to run the company for that playboy.

But in the end, he got nothing, all the glory and flowers belonged to Tony, and Obadai sometimes felt like a clown on stage, trying to perform for a long time, and in the end he only got a mocking laugh.

"I'm sorry, Tony, I'm going to have a great funeral for you." The bald chief sat back in his seat, looking down at his feet contentedly through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

Stark Industries, perhaps, should change its name.