Middle East, eastern Afghanistan.

Rustle rustle......

The blazing sun scorched the earth, and it was a city that was almost reduced to ruins.

The city was devastated and covered with yellow sand.

The pedestrians on the road wrapped their heads and bodies in a thick white cloth, kept their distance from each other, looked at each other vigilantly, and hurried along the way without saying a word.

This is the aftermath of the war, and it is the sorrow of the city.

Now, in an abandoned church somewhere in a corner of the city, members of the Phantom Brigade are assembling.

They sat or stood, without saying a word, quietly waiting for the order of a certain regiment commander.

The church was a little dim, with candles lit on the floor, a black coat, and the head of the regiment, Kurolo, was calmly flipping through a book.

Tread, step, step.

Crunch~

The wooden door of the church was pushed open from the outside, and one of the last members strode in.

"It's too slow, Wojin!"

Leaning against a stone pillar, the purple-red woman in a single ponytail rebuked in a low voice.

"Hahaha... Sorry, sorry, I met an interesting guy on the way here, I had itchy hands for a while, and I couldn't help but go through a few tricks with him. ”

The man named Wojin scratched his long hair and threw out a head in laughter.

He was muscular, burly, tall, with long, burly hair, and a black plush waistcoat with a white tank top and black shorts.

The members present seemed to have known his character, but they just glanced at him faintly, silently resting their eyes on the broken head.

Medium and short black hair, 2, 30 years old, with a face from the East......

"That's right... He seemed to say his name to me, what was it? ”

Scratching his face in annoyance, Wojin slapped his palm violently.

"Oh, I remember! He said his name was Shang and Shang Qi. ”

"Wojin, you almost don't even remember people's names, it doesn't seem to be a powerful character!"

With his hands on his chest and two mustaches, a man dressed as a samurai pouted and smiled.

"Hahaha... At least, his movements are quite fancy......"

Smack.

Clapping her hands, a blonde lady stepped forward and interrupted their conversation.

"Alright... Commander, all the members of the group have been gathered, what are your orders for summoning us this time? ”

Closing the book, Kurolo slowly turned, his handsome face emerging from the shadows.

"There are two purposes for convening this gathering."

Slowly glancing at everyone present, Kurolo said.

"First, I received a commission from the Ten Rings to kill a man named Tony Stark.

After the completion of the matter, the client will pay us 10 million US dollars. ”

"Second."

He pulled out a metal block the size of a baby's thumb and showed it to the crowd.

"This is a metal called vibranium, and its special molecular structure makes it not only very hard, but also conducts almost no heat and kinetic energy, and only a small 1 gram can be speculated on the black market for a sky-high price of 10,000 US dollars.

So, our next main task is to go to Africa, investigate the source of these 'vibranium', and if necessary, take them completely! ”

With that, Kurolo's gaze wandered, and he focused his gaze on Wojin.

"Wojin, the task of killing Tony Stark is up to you."

The tone was extremely flat, and it was like pinching a chicken to death.

"Hahaha... Just a playboy, watch me twist his head off and kick it as a ball! ”

With a clenched fist, he pinched the air in his palm, and Wojin laughed disdainfully and took on this task.

......

Stark Industrial Building, Boardroom.

"I refuse!"

Standing up from his chair, Tony Stark refused coldly, regardless of the face of Obadiah Stanley's uncle.

"Tony... Do you know what happens when you shut down the weapons research and development department? Look outside, what has our company's stock price fallen to now?! ”

Obadiah feigned grief as he secretly gestured to the shareholders who received the money.

Receiving the benefits in advance, coupled with the fact that their own interests were indeed lost, the faces of those shareholders who usually had no sense of existence changed, and they helped Obadiah to ask.

"That's it, Stark, take back your orders!"

"Don't be obsessed anymore, this company is not yours alone!"

"Stark, do you want to see this company go out of business?"

"What are you kidding? Do you know how much we've suffered, Stark?! ”

“......”

The more they talked, the louder they talked, and the louder they spoke, so that the room was buzzing.

Even the small shareholders who usually do not speak were affected by the atmosphere of the scene and began to criticize and write.

Pepperpepper Pepper Pepper stood behind Tony, clasping her palms with a worried expression.

Obadiah Stani leaned back comfortably in her chair, squinting at the scene triumphantly.

Hey... Tony, even if you are the largest shareholder in the company, you must weigh the price of offending all the shareholders present!

You don't agree to my offer? Then I'll force you to say yes!

Tony is the largest shareholder of Stark Industries, holding only 23% of the shares.

With Obadiah Stanley's 11 percent, and the other shareholders who oppose him, even Tony, who has always been self-centered, has to admit that this time he did cause him a little trouble.

Well... Just a little bit.

Glancing mockingly at Obadiah, Tony pulled out an ark reactor of the same size as his chest from the chest on the ground.

"Hehe~ friends, let's forget about those weapons that can't keep up with the trend of the times......"

He held the small ark reactor, with a confident face, with a powerful aura, and his eyes were sharp and looked at every shareholder on the scene.

It wasn't until those people couldn't resist the pressure and looked away that Tony's voice suddenly became louder.

"Look at this Ark reactor, the future belongs to the era of unlimited energy!"

The round ark reactor lay quietly in Tony's palm, glowing with a faint blue light, and the eyes of those shareholders changed, and they swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and even their sense of smell seemed to smell Mane......

Is that the Ark reactor? Wrong... That's unlimited dollars!!

With a sigh in his heart, Obadiah quickly turned around and found that the shareholders who had been scolding just now had closed their mouths and stared directly at the ark reactor, their eyes shining and imagining the future.

Even if he looked at him again and again, the shareholders who collected the money looked away one by one as if they hadn't seen it.

!

Obadiah was so angry that he was trembling all over, and he wanted to go up and kick them to death one by one.

What a fool who has not achieved enough and has more than enough failure!!

But no matter how angry he was, this palace forcing drama specifically against Tony Stark also completely failed.

I could only watch Tony look like a victor, leisurely take his assistant Pepper, and walk out of the room laughing.

Several shareholders beside him looked at each other, looked at him mockingly, did not say hello, and got up and left in twos and threes.

Compared to the little money of Obadiah, it is Tony Stark's infinite energy!

As the door slammed shut, Obadiah slammed his fist on the table in the empty conference room.

Bang——!

His eyes were vicious, his face was contorted, and he snorted at the bloody fists of his leacher.

"Damn Tony Stark! Why can't you honestly follow my orders?! ”

"As long as you're gone, this company will still be mine, and no one will want to snatch it from me without my orders!!"

"Stark! I don't allow, absolutely not allow......"