"Uh, okay. Then I ......"

"Tony! Dali was introduced by my aunt. ”

Tony Stark took a sip of the red wine in his glass to relieve his embarrassment, and was about to say something more, when Pepper, who looked displeased, suddenly walked through the door.

"Well, I just...... Well, you know that. ”

In the face of Pepper's glare, Tony made a few gestures helplessly, and the words 'care about you' couldn't be said at the end, so he simply changed the topic.

"I didn't know you had an aunt."

"You didn't ask me!"

Rolling his eyes at Tony angrily, Pepper turned his head, hesitated for a moment under Tony's gaze, and said to Wang Dali.

"Dali, when Tony returned to the company today, did you notice anything wrong?"

"What do you mean?"

As a client, Tony looked at Pepper and then at Wang.

"What's weird?"

"Tony, Dali has a sixth sense that is far beyond the average person, and can judge whether others are hostile or not. In your absence, he helped me a lot. ”

In as simple a sentence as possible, Pepper explained to Tony what Wang Dali was capable of.

"Oh?"

Although Pepper is only an understatement, Tony Stark can imagine what kind of situation Pepper is in during the three months of his disappearance, and Pepper, who has exercised power in his place.

He narrowed his eyes, and though he didn't say anything, he decided to let Jarvis check it later, and replied.

"Needless to say, I also know that even in Stark Corporation, there are quite a few people who look at me unpleasantly. But whatever they do, it's up to me how they want to live. ”

"No, you guessed Mr. Stark wrong."

Wang Dali shook his head slightly, negating Tony Stark's words.

"Actually, there aren't many people at Stark Corporation who are hostile and malicious to you. Just ......"

"Huh?"

Seeing that Wang Dali looked inconvenient to say much, Tony Stark chuckled with some disdain. Looking at him like this, Pepper knew that what he was going to do next was definitely not a good thing.

"Tony!"

"Okay, okay, I'll listen."

Faced with the only woman he had no choice, Tony raised his hands in surrender, but showed no mercy under his mouth.

"But Pepper, you have to believe in science. Like divination, prediction or something, just have fun, don't care. ”

Looking at Tony Stark's appearance, Wang Dali knew that if he told the truth, what he faced next might not be a good result.

However, entrusted by others, loyal to people. Before Pepper apologized for Tony's rudeness, Wang Dali was the first to speak.

"Although there are not many people in Stark Corporation who have malicious intent towards Mr. Tony Stark, one of them has surpassed malice and reached the level of murderous intent."

"Killing Intent?!"

"Killing intent?"

At Pepper's exclamation, Tony put down the wine glass in his hand, and for the first time a serious look appeared on his face.

"Who's that man?"

Asking this, Tony Stark was not ready to believe the name of the person Wang Dali said next. After being imprisoned by terrorists and attacked by missiles invented by himself, he also felt that someone in the company might be selling arms to terrorists behind his back and making huge profits.

Therefore, he will investigate this matter himself, rather than relying on some keen sixth sense.

"It's Obadia Stan."

"Who do you say?!"

As expected, Tony Stark, who heard the name, reacted quite loudly. After all, he was watched by Obadiah and raised as if he were his own uncle.

"Whoever sent you, get out of here!"

Blood quickly rushed down the capillaries onto Tony's cheek, and he glared at Wang Dali with a blushing face, pointing his right hand in the direction of the door.

Without saying anything, Wang Dali nodded to Pepper with a complicated expression, got up from the chair neatly, and left Stark's house.

When he rode his electric car back to his rented place, he received a text message from Pepper.

[Sorry, vigorously.] You may not be suitable to come to work at Stark during this time, and we have the opportunity to get together. 】

Along with the text message, there was also a $50,000 bank account remittance notification.

"So, I'm fired?"

Wang Dali, who had already expected this ending, sighed softly, with his situation, it was not easy to find another legitimate job with a monthly salary of 20,000 US dollars.

The salary of the bodyguard for three months is 20,000 US dollars, plus the severance pay of 50,000 yuan and the expenses of his own work before, excluding the living expenses, Wang Dali still has 150,000 US dollars left in his hand.

In New York, $150,000 is enough to buy a house in the suburbs. But in the bustling Manhattan district, it's enough for a down payment.

Moreover, Wang Dali does not want to move out at the moment.

At about eight o'clock in the evening, Wang Dali, who had served a dinner with beer and fried chicken, received a call from Catherine, saying that she was going to catch up with the newspaper all night tonight and would not come back, so Wang Dali would pick her up early tomorrow morning.

So the next day, Wang Dali, who had changed into a set of casual clothes, was about to go out on his beloved electric car, but was stopped by a white man who looked to be about 30 years old and was wearing a black suit.

"Hello, Mr. Wang. My name is Phil Coulson, and I'm from the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Agency. ”

He smiled and stretched out his right hand, shaking vigorously with Wang, who was still a little unclear about the situation.

"What kind of bureau are you talking about?"

This awkward name made Wang Dali sound a little familiar, but he couldn't remember when he had heard of it.

"Territorial Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau."

Looking at the expression on this Mr. Phil-Coulson, I'm afraid it's not the first time I've been asked like this.

"I still have something to do, can you wait until I get back to talk."

Catherine's side was about to leave work, and she was called back by her boss on vacation, and she was on a night of work, and her temper was not very good at this time.

"No problem."

Although he was a government worker, the other party seemed to be quite talkative, and turned sideways to get out of the way. Wang nodded to him and rode his electric car towards the New York newspaper office.

Behind him, Phil pulled out his dedicated satellite-encrypted agent phone.

"Director, the target's attitude is mild, and the preliminary judgment is consistent with the information, I will continue to make further contacts."

……

On the way to the newspaper, Wang Dali still didn't remember what this bureau was doing, after all, it was a memory of 20 years ago.

At the door of the New York newspaper office, Catherine's face looked a little sleepy because she had not slept all night. After rejecting several male colleagues' invitations to send her home, Wang Dali finally arrived belatedly.

In their envious, jealous and hateful expressions of Wang Dali, Catherine glanced at Wang Dali expressionlessly, and got into the black electric car, which was less than three hundred dollars.