"Familiar breath. Small ○"

At the New York airport, Meng Ao took a deep breath of air comfortably, and a kind of wanton smile appeared on his face.

"Old Al has arrived."

At a glance, Ida Wang caught a glimpse of several vehicles that felt familiar to her.

Understated, unpretentious, and seemingly ordinary.

"It seems that a qiēshun lì?"

Looking at Meng Ao who opened the car door and sat in, Al Au, the old butler who was sitting in the back seat of the car, looked at Meng Ao with a smile.

"It's not all smooth sailing, but there is enough foreshadowing in the current period to push the situation for a while, and inertia will destroy the blockers in front of you. Unless there is some powerful force that curbs this inertia. Meng Ao looked at the old butler Al: "Luck is on my side." ”

"So the mission is over?" The old butler Al glanced knowingly.

"No, it's just that my mission is over. I helped them solve their biggest problems, and after that, even if I don't need them, there are many people who can do it. I've been delayed over there too much. Meng Ao closed the door and watched the car start.

"Coulson, even if they are not close to people, they can't force a market value, well, now there are 200 billion?" Meng Ao tilted his head: "It's enough for me to help them do day jobs for so long." We have a lot of things to attend to in our own family. I help them do what they need me to do, and they're responsible for the finishing touch, rightfully so, isn't it? ”

Meng Ao's eyes glanced outside: "Has something happened at home recently?" ”

Although he asked like this, Meng Ao didn't really think that during his absence, there would be something difficult to solve in Storm Enterprise. Because when he went out on a mission with Coulson, although for the sake of secrecy, the old butler Al would not contact him for no reason and in every detail, but if something big happened, the old butler Al would definitely try to inform him.

As a member of the Storm family, Meng Ao trusts the old butler Al far more than Ida Wang and William Fars.

"Storm is doing well, and we are working hard to digest our last brilliant results. The meat thrown out by Osborne Industries takes a little time to digest. The old butler Al smiled and said, "Mr. Stark came with news yesterday that he wants to see you. ”

"See me?" Meng Ao turned his head when he heard this, and looked at the old butler in confusion.

"A lot has happened, young master......"

Al suddenly stopped the next words, and Meng Ao didn't ask, because his attention was completely drawn by the huge news screen in front of him, which was in a state of live broadcast.

The protagonist who is a little haggard and wolfish on the screen, with a long gun and a short cannon in front of the reporters, sitting on the stone steps, leaning against the podium, holding a hamburger in both hands and munching on it, is the protagonist he and the old butler are discussing, the character who declares his unique existence all the time: Tony Stark!

"Turn on the TV." Meng Ao commanded the driver. Don't look at the appearance of this car, it doesn't look amazing, but there are many luxury cars inside, and it has them. A large body brings a large space.

"What happened? It's just that I haven't seen him for a while, how did he become like this? I wasn't surprised that he ate a burger, and although I had never seen him eat it, we weren't familiar with it either. But what's the deal with his haggard wolf bèi? Shouldn't he always be glamorous in front of the media? ”

Meng Ao pointed to the TV in the car that was lit up, pointed to the news that was playing simultaneously with the screen outside, and looked at the old housekeeper seriously.

“…… I'm going to close the weapons research department at Stark Enterprise, and I'm not going to sell new weapons to the outside world......"

Without waiting for the old butler to speak, Tony Stark, who devoured the burger on the news, opened his mouth. He directly ignored the reporters' long guns and short guns and gossiping questions, just straightened up and turned around, backhanded the microphone on the podium in his hand, and announced to himself.

There was a moment of silence for the noisy reporters on the screen.

Meng Ao and the old butler in the car also opened their eyes wide together and opened their mouths unconsciously wide.

Looking at Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes, who was driving away reporters with a panicked face on the screen and explaining something loudly, and Obadis Stein, the de facto manager and head of Stark's enterprise, Meng Ao had a strange expression.

"It seems that he has been stimulated and hit by a lot." Meng Ao said.

"That's what I'm trying to say." The old butler replied.

"Is he serious?" Meng Ao looked at Tony Stark, who was exiting the game.

"It seems to be true. At least, it is now. The old butler Al obviously knows a lot about Tony Stark, who appears on the news pages all day: "If only he doesn't have the same whim as he used to be." He's like a kid. ”

"If this is true, he has also made up his mind, I'm afraid many people will go crazy about it." Meng Ao didn't know whether he should be better to gloat or give Tony Stark a moment of silence.

The same arms dealers can be said to be competitors, but one technology side, the other biochemical side, and the weapons used for war are also completely different.

Speaking of opponents, arms companies such as Stark Industries and Hammer Military are irreconcilable opponents.

The closure of Stark's industrial weapons division was probably celebrated by arms companies such as Hammer Arms.

But in addition to these arms companies with conflicting interests, many organizations, and even the military of this country, are afraid to go crazy, and even be driven crazy by Stark.

If you open a Chinese restaurant and tell customers that you don't sell egg fried rice or anything here, that's nothing, even if a bowl of egg fried rice is delicious, if you don't make it, you won't sell it, at most you will get a little criticism and dissatisfaction from customers. There are chefs in this world who can make egg fried rice and make it delicious enough. You don't do it here, we can go to another house to eat if we want to eat.

But you, a giant company that is closely related to the lifeblood of the country, bluntly said in front of reporters that it would close its own weapons department, which is not the meaning of egg fried rice to Chinese restaurants.

As a leading arms dealer on the scientific and technological side, Stark Industries has the same patents and technologies in its hands, just like the patents and technologies mastered by Storm Enterprises on the biochemical side, which is not a monopoly, but it can be regarded as crushing against other companies!

The organization that bought Stark's industrial weapons, and even the forces, will not be vulnerable groups that only know how to complain, except for complaining and dissatisfaction, there are not many means to make the boss change his mind.

Monopoly giant-level enterprises, it is not that you alone say that we don't sell anything, and then you can really not sell anything, even if you are the owner and owner of the enterprise. At least many organizations, as well as the state, and even the military of this country, will make angry protests and actions next, right?