The plastic ghost baby appeared outside Zhang Yuning's door with a tablet, looked at Zhang Yuning, who was packing simple luggage inside, and asked:

"I saw that comment, do you think that person is him?"

Zhang Yuning put a few makeup bottles into the toiletry bag, closed the zipper, and said without looking back:

"So Sao Bao's way of fighting, who else can he be? Anyway, help Ron Benzm, help this kind of sake, I've done my best, the perfect human will soon notice this hotel, I'm leaving here and heading back to Pike Street, New York, and you'll figure out the rest. ”

After speaking, Zhang Yuning planned to leave with her leather bag.

Upton Dupont hurriedly raised his hand to stop him:

"Wait a minute, Zhang, I'll find a way to confirm his identity, I'm going to the city too, you can take me with you."

Then, the plastic doll added: "However, before leaving, you wait for me for a while." ”

Zhang Yuning stood in place, watching the plastic doll run into the clean storage room on the floor for some reason, took out a saw, and went straight to the master bedroom.

With a cruel smile on the plastic doll's round face, Upton jumped on the bed with a saw and said:

"I don't think his silver-white metal arms look like mortals, you wait for me for a few minutes, I'll cut it off and take it away!"

As he spoke, Upton grabbed the handle of the saw with his two small hands, and began to saw back and forth at the junction between the man's steel arm and his flesh, "click-click-click", and the blood was sprayed with fine flesh foam.

Zhang Yuning looked at this hideous plastic doll with a bloody face and thought to herself that this was the real ghost baby's resurrection.

The style of painting is finally right.

Zhang Yuning is a reincarnation of the supernatural side ability, and is not interested in things other than evil spirits, ghosts, and supernatural knowledge, this dead reincarnation is obviously a guy with the ability of the technology side, the kind that plays with cyber prosthetic limb modification, Zhang Yuning is not very interested in his steel arms, and Upton will take it if he wants.

……

The next day, the early morning sunlight poured into the spacious bedroom, shining on the hardwood floors and the clothes with messy floors.

Fu Qinghai got up from the big bed refreshed, and there was a woman lying next to the bed covered with a thin quilt, revealing light brown buttocks and thighs, Fu Qinghai didn't care about this woman who had been tossed by him all night, and was already exhausted, walked into the bathroom and washed up, put on her clothes and went downstairs.

Under the park building, on the side of the road, there was already a black Cadillac Escalade waiting.

The passenger driver's window was lowered, revealing Nathan Lemmon's unsmiling face, and the man looked at Fu Qinghai and said:

"Mr. Quentin, Mr. Hammer invites you to the Long Island Villa."

Fu Qinghai nodded, opened the rear door, and simply sat in the back seat.

The Cadillac launched, joined two bulletproof cars of the same model in the middle of the road, and then merged into the traffic of New York and drove towards the affluent area of Long Island.

Fu Qinghai looked at the two bodyguard cars through the car window, one in front and one behind, and asked curiously:

"Security is going to be so tight now?"

Nathan Lemmon in the passenger seat said lightly:

"New York City has been very unpeaceful lately, with gunfights, fights and explosions in the news."

After speaking, Nathan Lemmon glanced deeply at Fu Qinghai through the rearview mirror in the car, and said meaningfully:

"Mr. Quentin must know better than we do, doesn't he?"

Fu Qinghai smiled when he heard this, shrugged his shoulders and did not speak.

Hammer Industries, of course, knew that Fu Qinghai was involved in the Battle of Manhattan.

Because the Pittbilt heavy truck equipped with the blue shell power armor was provided to Fu Qinghai by Hammer Industries, and Fu Qinghai also drove the truck into the New York police blockade, and after the accident, it was also Hammer Industries who managed to settle things and repair the truck and get it back.

Seeing that Fu Qinghai didn't mean to deal with himself, Nathan Lemmon didn't say anything more, and three black SUVs crossed the bridge across the sea and arrived at Justin Hammer's mansion.

A few sunglasses and black suits were left outside the door, and Fu Qinghai followed Nathan Lemmon into the villa, directly through the spacious living room, and came to the backyard of the mansion.

It's a huge Greek-style pool, with ivory-white marble slabs that dazzle white in the midday sun, surrounded by sculptures of seahorses, shells and broken-arm Venus, surrounded by clear blue water, gently undulating shallow waves, verdant lawns, busy servants at smokeless barbecues, and waiters walking around with cocktail trays.

The entire hillside backyard with a wide view, there are many more servants and bodyguards than the owner.

A chubby black maid came to Fu Qinghai with a tray in both hands, and in the tray was a set of swimming trunks, flip-flops and a white bath towel, and the maid said respectfully:

"Mr. Quentin, please come with me to the locker room."

Fu Qinghai changed into loose beach pants in the locker room, put on flip-flops, and came to the pool with a naked and strong upper body.

Under the parasol, a thin old man wearing sunglasses and a silk bathrobe sat up from the recliner and beckoned to this side, Nathan Lemmon in a suit stayed where he was, while Fu Qinghai walked over casually.

Fu Qinghai came to a chaise longue next to Justin Hammer, sat down with a big grin, and then lay down the whole person.

In the shadow of the parasol, Justin Hammer slouched back on a chaise longue, sunglasses on his hooked nose, and his naked back could not hide the age spots and wrinkles on his face and neck.

Fu Qinghai pillowed his hands, put his feet together, and also closed his eyes on the recliner to recuperate, and did not speak.

After a long time, Justin Hammer slowly spoke:

"You're really hard for me to figure out, Mr. Quentin."

"Oh, yes."

Fu Qinghai lazily replied with a nonsense that was not nutritious.

Justin Hammer looked ahead and continued:

"Your abilities, your identity, your magical knowledge...... Even your name, until now, I don't know what your real name is. ”

A waiter in a white suit and black bow tie happened to walk by, Fu Qinghai snapped his fingers and ordered:

"A glass of dry martini, three parts gin plus one part vodka, half a part vermouth, shake well with ice cubes, and one part peeled thin lemon."

The waiter bowed: "Yes, sir." ”

Fu Qinghai added: "Remember, shake well, don't stir." ”

"Okay."

After giving the order, Fu Qinghai turned around and said to Justin Hammer:

"Everybody has their own secrets, right, Mr. Hammer? We just need to take what we need and get what we want, and as for the process and the source, it's not that important, is it? ”

Justin Hammer grinned, smiled, and said:

"If it were in the past, when I was younger, I would have very much agreed with your rhetoric, simple and crude logic, like a straight to the point of the transaction...... But now, I'm a little worried. ”

Fu Qinghai asked with a puzzled face:

"What are you worried about, Mr. Hammer? I don't understand, what else is there to worry about in this world for one of the world's richest people, a man who lives in a single-family mansion in a wealthy area of Long Island, and that Hammer Industries has taken from me something that it has not been able to get in the last hundred years, and that is not enough to satisfy you? No, are you now worried that refugees in Haiti won't be able to get vaccinated, or are you worried that black people in the slums of Baltimore won't be able to get an education? ”

After asking, Fu Qinghai winked at Justin Hammer.

Justin Hammer laughed and said:

"Doesn't match your top killer size, you're not cold, Mr. Quentin, on the contrary, you have a very funny and humorous side."

Justin Hammer, an evil capitalist who is not willing to do charity in the sense of pretend, when will he care about Haitian refugees and slums, Fu Qinghai's words directly amused him.

Fu Qinghai is now in a normal human body shape of 1.9 meters, but the strong muscles and faintly exposed metal interfaces on his body will not disappear with the Pym rays, so he has the evaluation of Justin Hammer's "top killer body type".

At this time, the bartender wearing a vest put a cocktail on the low table on Fu Qinghai's side, Fu Qinghai took the wine glass, opened the lemon peel hanging on the rim of the glass, and took a sip gently.

Justin Hammer looked up at the bartender and said:

"Bring me a drink, too, the same as Mr. Quentin."

"Yes, Mr. Hammer."

Justin Hammer said slowly:

"What did you find in that abandoned military base that Nathan Lemon found?"

Fu Qinghai put down his wine glass and said with a smile:

"I know it's not good for you, Mr. Hammer, and of course, if you're really curious, you can have Nathan Lemon send someone in to take a look."

Fu Qinghai's suggestion is purely to watch the excitement and not think it is a big deal.

Justin Hammer sighed and changed the question:

"You went to Manhattan that day and got involved in that battle, for what?"

"Emmmm......" Fu Qinghai thought for a while and said:

"You can understand it this way, I have a vendetta against S.H.I.E.L.D., and I went to make trouble for Nick Fury that day. Actually, if you want to count it this way, we are in the same camp, Mr. Hammer, you see, S.H.I.E.L.D. Nick Fury single-handedly contributed to the formation of the Avengers, and your old enemy Tony Stark is a member of the Avengers. ”

Justin Hammer shook his head with a wry smile.

An Iron Man he Justin Hammer can't deal with, and now add an Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D.? Trouble.

Justin Hammer asked again:

"The white-armored dragon slayer warrior who made a fuss on the Internet, is that you?"

"It's me."

Fu Qinghai generously admitted it.

"You used Tony Stark's Ark reactor and plasma propulsion?"

"That's right."

Fu Qinghai nodded.

Justin Hammer was confirmed, and suddenly looked a little excited, he sat up from the recliner, and said:

"Do you know what I paid to get this Ark Reactor? In order to get Anton Vanke out of federal prison, I went to prison myself, and that guy could only make a low-power version of the Ark Reactor, which was not comparable to Tony Stark's, the Ark Reactor, which means perfect clean energy, super output power, and everything Stark Industries! If you could provide me with the technology of the Ark Reactor......"

"That's right, that's right." Fu Qinghai raised his hand to interrupt Justin Hammer's words, calmed his excited emotions for a while, and said with the same serious tone:

"You're right, Mr. Hammer, but have you considered a question?"

"I can provide the technology for the Ark reactor at Hammer Industries, but what can I get from Hammer Industries?"

Fu Qinghai's sharp gaze fixed on Justin Hammer's eyes.

The formula of plastic steel and chalk given before has made Hammer Industries make a lot of money, Fu Qinghai doesn't owe anything to Justin Hammer for a long time, and Fu Qinghai is not a philanthropist, so there is absolutely no reason why you want me to give it.

Under Fu Qinghai's gaze, Justin Hammer was silent.

After a while, he spoke in a hoarse tone:

"What do you want?"

Fu Qinghai leaned back on the recliner and closed his eyes slightly:

"What I want, Hammer Industries can't give."

Justin Hammer was speechless.

At this time, there was a splash in the swimming pool next to her, and a young girl floated up from the pool, she closed her eyes, raised her hands to brush back her dark blonde hair, wiped the water on her face, and walked out of the pool step by step.

Black brown hair roots, hair tips dyed gold, a dark red bikini swimsuit, full and straight breast muscles, faintly visible vest line between waist twists, legs straight and slender and vigorous, wheat-colored healthy skin, this is the most popular color for American girls.

The young girl picked up the towel handed by the maid and wiped the water stains on her body, and her wet hair was stuck back, revealing a smooth forehead and deep eyebrows.

Fu Qinghai was wondering if this beautiful woman was a canary raised by Justin Hammer, but the girl came over, and the first sentence made Fu Qinghai slightly surprised:

"Daddy."

Justin Hammer's daughter?

Justin Hammer smiled and said:

"What's the matter, my dear Justine."

The young lady said:

"Can I invite this Mr. Quentin to apply sunscreen to me?"

Justin Hammer laughs:

"It's a matter between you young people, and you don't need to ask me if Mr. Quentin wants to."

Jia Stine turned his head, looked at Fu Qinghai with a pair of deep and wonderful eyes, and asked:

"And Mr. Quentin?"

Fu Qinghai sat up with a smile and said:

"I am very pleased, beautiful young lady."

Fu Qinghai got up and followed Justin to a soft mat by the pool in the sun.

Justin Hammer looked at the backs of the two, the smile on his face disappeared, and he pinched his eyebrows with a headache.

From the unexpected encounter in prison, to the gradual in-depth cooperation, and now Fu Qinghai's attitude towards Hammer Industries, Justin Hammer has already felt the taste.

This cunning old guy is not a fool.

Quentin Fu begged Hammer Industries to do things at first, and his attitude was quite modest and respectful, and then he began to go his own way, and on the day Justin Hammer returned to New York to invite him to the mansion, he directly refused Justin Hammer's invitation.

The reason turned out to be "I've been busy lately, so I'm not available." ”

If this Quentin Fu didn't have the slightest reliance, why would his attitude change so much.

It should be that from a certain moment, he was not afraid of Hammer Industries at all.

After guessing that the white-armored warrior in the Battle of Manhattan was him, Justin Hammer and Nathan Lemmon didn't dare to offend Quentin casually.

With a wealth of knowledge and great strength, this is really not one of those supervillains that Justin Hammer can handle at will.

Although Hammer Industries' gains from Fu Qinghai have far exceeded their efforts, Justin Hammer is still unwilling.

That's the Ark Reactor!

Justin Hammer and Tony Stark have fought all their lives, and defeating Tony Stark has become his long-cherished wish, and the Ark Reactor is an opportunity to bring Hammer Industries closest to Stark Industries.

If you can't come hard, then you can only come soft, so Justin Hammer invited Fu Qinghai to come directly to the house, to the pool area in the backyard, and to have this conversation as a closer partner.

and not the status of the upper and lower subordinates.

But now, what can Hammer Industries come up with to impress this Mr. Quentin?

Headache.

Justin Hammer looked back at Nathan Lemmon, who looked at him as well.

Just last week, Justin Hammer's personal physician was doing a routine physical examination when he suddenly brought very bad news - Justin Hammer had pancreatic cancer, advanced.

Except for his henchman Nathan Lemmon, Justin Hammer didn't even tell his daughter about the news.

That's where Justin Hammer really worries when he says he's worried.

In this endless battle with Iron Man, he has already lost.

Lost to time.

Pancreatic cancer is one of the most insidious cancers, Justin Hammer himself is a dying old man, and Tony Stark is just a playboy under forty.

God seems to have decided the winner for these two people.

But Justin Hammer wasn't willing to give up.

……

Not far away.

The young girl lay on the cushion, her forehead against her hands, showing her beautiful figure in front of Fu Qinghai at a glance.

Fu Qinghai half-squatted on the ground, rubbed and melted the golden sunscreen in his palm, and then covered his palm over Justine's delicate back.

If he had to ask Fu Qinghai in his previous life to find a white girlfriend, he would definitely choose an American girl.

Compared with yellow people, the body hair of white people is very thick and long, and it cannot be seen from a distance, because the body hair of white people is light in color, and many of them are white and almost transparent, but if you get started, for example, your girlfriend is sitting next to you, and you reach out and hug it, you will feel that you are holding a plush toy.

(PS: The author's real experience, German girl, but not girlfriend.) ）

Compared with European girls, American girls are more fashionable and trendy, they not only like to sunbathe, but also like hair removal, hair removal all over the body.

As a result, many American girls have much finer skin than European girls.

Of course, this has to be a rich American girl, the rich rely on medical beauty, and the poor have to rely on natural beauty.

Fu Qinghai's hands were evenly smeared on the girl's waist and thighs, the feel of Jia Siting's body was really good, Fu Qinghai felt that she should have practiced, there were obvious traces of exercise, the muscles were elastic, and she was not a delicate lady who was lying on her stomach.

Fu Qinghai very gentlemanly skipped the full and straight buttocks, and only applied sunscreen to Justine's back, waist and thighs, and then stood up, took a hot towel from the maid's hand, and wiped off the remaining sunscreen in his hand.

The young girl turned over on the cushion, raised her hand to shield herself from the dazzling sunlight, and said:

"Thank you, Mr. Quentin."

"You're welcome."

Fu Qinghai Road.

……

Justin Hammer left Fu Qinghai behind for dinner in his villa mansion, a traditional Monegasque seafood feast paired with fine white wine, Château Imu Riesling.

The two raised their glasses and chatted happily, chatting all over the world, from depleted uranium armor-piercing bombs to porcini mushrooms in Yunnan, China, from housing prices in New York to how many partners Tony Stark's father had worked with.

Just don't talk about the Ark reactor.

When night fell, the mansion was lit up, and the drunken Justin Hammer was helped upstairs by the servant, while Fu Qinghai walked out of the door of the mansion with a drunken body.

On the asphalt road outside the lawn, a black Cadillac bulletproof SUV has been waiting for a long time, and two men in black suits and sunglasses are standing next to the car, ready to take Fu Qinghai back to the apartment.

Suddenly, there was a roar of the engine, followed by the screeching of tires against the ground.

"Squeak—"

A cool-looking supercar stopped in front of Fu Qinghai with a short drift flick.

A pure white child of the Pagani wind.

The car window was lowered, revealing Justin Hammer's delicate face, the woman was wearing light makeup, thin black eyeliner, curly and straight eyelashes, two large gold earrings hanging from her earlobes, and a simple dark red evening dress.

The young girl glanced at Fu Qinghai lightly and said:

"Want to go out for a ride, Mr. Quentin?"

Fu Qinghai smiled and said:

"Gladly, Miss Hammer."

With that, he opened the passenger door and sat down in the low seat of the Pagani Wind Child.

Justin Hammer leaned behind the wheel, his heels on tiptoe, and with a wave of air and the roar of the engine, Pagani disappeared into the night in the affluent neighborhood of Long Island.

Leaving two men in black suits and sunglasses looking at each other.

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