Stark didn't come in again in his steel suit this time.

When he came in, he saw the world of red maple flowing water, and looked left and right, but he was not surprised.

Apparently by other means, it was clear in advance.

As he approached, he raised his hands and waved exaggeratedly at the crowd:

"WoWo~, there are a lot of big people, hello everyone~"

After all, he was a hot celebrity some time ago, and his exaggerated behavior also attracted a lot of attention.

He walked in front of Lin Yun.

opened his mouth, looking like he wanted to say hello to Lin Yun, but he didn't know how.

He suddenly pointed to the empty food box next to him:

"In the future, I will take care of Prophet Lin's drinks and food!"

The tone is domineering, who else is me.

Others just watched it as a joke.

Lin Yun also smiled.

He was happy to get Stark to put on a show like this, and he got out of the way.

As for the issue of catering contracting.

Lin Yun did not refuse.

This is indeed the hotel's shortcoming.

He also needs to eat, but the hotel can't conjure up food.

Sooner or later, this problem will need to be resolved.

Before, it was only a stopgap measure to control others from bringing food in. But just once, a group of people have already found an opportunity to bring food boxes.

Instead of letting a group of people have their own agendas, it's better to just let Tony Stark come.

At least Iron Man, a lone ranger, is more trustworthy than the intricate forces.

It's better to return favors.

So he acquiesced.

The people around were still waiting to see the joke.

But as Lin Yun fell silent, Stark's face grew brighter and brighter, and he began to be stunned.

And then couldn't sit still:

"Mr. Lin, we can also provide three meals for the hotel!"

"We have several Michelin stars ......"

"Lin Xian, we have two restaurants under our umbrella that can serve you specifically!"

A crowd of people scrambled to be the first.

I also regretted it.

If they knew that they could sell it to Lin Yun by doing such an easy thing, they would have opened their mouths a long time ago!

I don't know if there is any other remedy......

Lin Yun now rejected them one by one.

He smiled politely.

Laughing very earnestly.

Sure enough, once a person is successful, the people he meets are friendly and kind.

Perhaps these forces, these people, in the eyes of others, are all fierce and domineering. But now these people are facing him, and they are sincerely greeting him, and they start to think about him from every detail.

The reason why Lin Yun smiled sincerely.

His prophetic persona.

It's kind of standing.

......

Meanwhile.

Triple Wing Building.

Nick Fury stood straight.

One-eyed stared at the many screens in front of him without blinking.

One by one, the videos recorded from the interior of the Lin Yun Hotel were staggered with noisy sounds, but Nick Fury did not move, and Hill and other agents behind him did not dare to interrupt his train of thought.

After a while, Nick Fury turned around, and his one-eyed gaze:

"In the Security Council, I'm under pressure first."

"I want someone to monitor the hotel 24 hours a day, and pay close attention to whether Lin Yun will go out."

"During this period, I want you to record every word and punctuation mark that Lin Yun said, is it clear?"

Hill and the other agents looked at each other.

Then nodded:

"Understood!"

......

The same three-curved wing Daxia.

Upstairs on the other side.

Former S.H.I.E.L.D. chief, Alexander Pierce is standing in front of a floor-to-ceiling glass window with a glass of wine.

Looking at himself reflected in the window, he took a sip of wine.

Then I pressed the headset.

Speak in a deep voice:

"Since he knows about Hydra, but he doesn't say it, then it's okay to talk about it."

"Look for an opportunity to leave the others alone, talk to him, ask him what he needs."

"Whatever he wants, tell him, and we can give it to him."

"It's okay, he has that value."

Alexander Pierce took a sip of the wine from his glass, then lowered his voice:

“Hail Hydra.”

......

Clouds linger.

The Red House.

Dekov leaned back in his chair and stared at the screen that filled the wall in front of him.

The screen is full of pictures of Lin Yun in the hotel.

Dekov's face was gloomy.

But suddenly, he laughed again.

He laughed very unscrupulously, and when he had laughed enough, his low voice sounded:

"He took Natasha, that's good, isn't it?"

"Since he likes our widow, give her to him."

"Pick the prettiest and smartest."

"There is only one requirement: I want all the people around him to be mine!"

In the room, the imitation master and the female agent, who were as motionless as wood, immediately bowed down and walked out.

......

Wakanda.

King's Building.

On the screen projected by Qi Mo Yuzhu, Lin Yun's smiling face was frozen.

But everyone in the hall was black-faced.

Old King Richard turned.

His gaze lingered on his son T'Challa for a moment, and then he looked at the screen again, his voice old:

"Since we have been hiding for so many years, we will continue to hide it deliberately, outsiders will bring calamity, but the god of the black panther will protect us."

"Just let the Okoye and the others reach out to him and find out how much he knows."

"The tranquility of Wakanda cannot be shattered because of this."

His old eyes, looking at the young and handsome face on the screen, said slowly:

"Long live Wakanda."

"Boom!"

A group of female guards slammed their spears on the ground and shouted in unison:

"Long live Wakanda!"

......

At the same time, all the forces on the planet, large and small.

As long as they know the hotel and Lin Yun, they all begin to take the initiative.

All over the world, groups of people began to move towards the hotel in an orderly manner.

......

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