Not to mention Tony Stark, who has become a genius darling in the global technology and business fields in recent years, is the "gentleman son" of the once famous old Stark family, and Tony has never lacked a young and beautiful female companion by his side.

But the delicate and flowery "lark" has seen a lot, and suddenly meets a heroic "female eagle", which suddenly makes the young Mr. Stark instantly forget the charming female reporter in front of him, and the second half of the sentence in his mouth also stumbled.

·. As for the prospect of Fang, Ark technology .. Well, this one is more complicated, ahem, I still have something to do, and I lost the reporter's wife."

Tony scribbled his hand at Harpy, the not-so-professional bodyguard had just unbuttoned his suit, and his ass had sunk deep into the leather sofa, so he had to squirm up in frustration.

"Hmph. Not only beautiful ladies, but it seems that you have to be aware of the changes in your preferences at all times...

Harpy Hogg, who is five big and three rough, seems to have more than an ordinary employment relationship with Tony, and he muttered a few words helplessly, blocking Tony's side and asking the female reporter who still doesn't plan to give up.

...

"What? The most noble lady in the transcendent world deigned to come to an ordinary little bar, and I don't have any wine here that can get you drunk."

With long silver-white hair coiled up high, and a face much more delicate than that of most African women, the dark-skinned beauty slowly walked from the mouth of the spiral staircase under the guidance of the waiter.

The young female proprietor of this bar, who rarely appears in front of people, stands behind the bar in a chic manner, her fingertips randomly picking out bottles of good wine, and jokes at the bored woman in a black suit sitting on a high chair.

"What about you, Oloro, Eric wanted to give you the responsibility of guarding the Whip of Order, but Stormgirl actually started a bar owner in Manhattan, New York, and to be honest, I thought you would go with Jean."

Oloro Monroe finally picked a bottle of gin of the right vintage, poured a third of the dark amber liquid into each of the square glasses, leaned over the mermaid skirt with the hem of it and sat opposite Laura, touched it lightly, and drank it down.

"Lord Lanshel's invitation was a great 'job,' but I'm not interested."

Stormgirl poured two more full glasses of gin, without adding ice, and the fingertips of her hands moved to gather two clouds of frosty white mist in the palms of her hands, but it did not affect the ambient temperature in the bar at all, and the frost quickly formed on the walls of the glasses.

」.... Grey is weird right now, I can't say anything bad, but it always makes me feel a little strange... You forgot that when I was at the academy, I liked to sneak to the bar in town for a cold beer, and several times you helped me cover in front of Madame, hehe.... It's nice to open your own bar~"

Laura glanced at Oloro angrily, the storm girl who had always been diligent and hardworking in the academy was actually full of a little rebellious spirit, and she asked her to help carry the black cauldron.

In fact, because of Laura's existence, the partners in the same period were set off and looked a lot more well-behaved, attracting the vast majority of the attention of the principal "White Queen".

The two young ladies who were only in their early twenties, and could still be called "girls", were chatting energetically, tidying up the collar and hem of their suits a few times, Tony Stark sat down beside Laura generously, and said to Oloro quite gentlemanly:

"Miss, please bring me a martiny, and your hair is so beautiful."

Tony smiled confidently, but only reaped the casual glance of the Storm Girl, and a professional sommelier with gray temples came to Mr. Stark at the right time, and the movements in his hands were very exquisite.

"Sir, allow me to serve you."

As soon as the sommelier finished speaking, Tony was gently pushed in front of him with a glass of martini with green olives, swirling in the clear liquor.

"Tony, Tony Stark, don't mind, two young ladies, there aren't many people here to drink and chat with."

"Stark?"

Laura blinked her cheeks a few times, always feeling that the surname was very familiar.

Especially "Tony Stark".

A name, she seems to have seen it in her father's study, in the notebook that James treasured, with old leather and full of Chinese language.....

"Hehehe, Mr. Stark, I know you... Laura, he's been kind of stealing your family's business lately."

Oloro smiled, the necklace of large pearls around her neck glittering in the light.

The little girl who first came to Chaoying Courtyard when she was a child, spoke stiff English and had a strange Mohican-style hairstyle, has become a unique "Black Pearl".

The clever Tony didn't think much of it, and soon had a guess about the identity of the young lady next to him who made his mind "down".

Although he still maintained a calm and self-contained look, there was no easy ridicule at the beginning between the words.

"Does this young lady have anything to do with the Howlett Group? Actually, the "Ark Project" I studied is not a competitor for you, after all, everyone can see that the Howlett family has never regarded that kind of high-energy energy block as a product that can be sold in large quantities."

Tony watched the mysterious young lady from silent thinking, his eyes became shining little by little, and finally he suddenly stared at him like a she-wolf with a ghostly eye, and a chill ran up his spine inexplicably.

"Yes, that's you, Tony Stark!"

Laura clasped her palm against the silver-white bar top made of alloy, and it didn't seem to use much force or make a loud noise, but when her palm left the table, a clear sunken handprint was deeply imprinted on it, as if the bar was made of plasticine.

"You must come home with me, Tony Stark, and come with me to meet Mother."

Tony's trembling gaze hadn't taken away from the handprint on the bar table, and the spitting foam in his throat was stuck halfway, and he couldn't swallow it even more when he heard Laura's sudden request.

Not only the young Mr. Stark, but even Oloro looked at Laura in horror, wondering which one she had come up with.

"Ahem, this young lady, isn't our progress too fast!"

Before Tony could finish his words, he was grabbed by the collar by Laura and lifted up, he had never felt such force, and his slender white palms were like pincers made of steel, and he staggered and was dragged by her to the door of the bar.

"Hey! Drop my boss!"

Harpy, Tony's bodyguard, who had left plenty of personal space, shook his long hair and walked towards Laura with a roar.

But before he could get closer, two security guards who were bigger than Harpy grabbed his arms left and right, tapped him somewhere on the ribs, and Harpy immediately fell low in pain and didn't move.

"Oloro, is your shuttle nearby? Mother is still in the wolf's den, give me a ride."

"Savage woman! Your Howlett family has been overbearing to the point of robbing—hey! Oooooooooo

Tony tried to break the young lady's knuckles with both hands, and before he could finish speaking, Laura, who was a little annoyed, lifted his hand above his head and carried it on his shoulder, and raised his eyebrows at Storm Girl.

"Franz, appease this Mr. Stark's bodyguard, let's go Laura, I'll go back with you, I haven't seen Madame in months."

Ororo was very curious about Laura's strange behavior, and led Laura upstairs in a hurry with the mentality of watching the excitement, not caring at all about the poor Mr. Stark, who was inexplicably deprived of his freedom.

As the roof of a small single-family building full of avant-garde design in Manhattan rotated apart, the small silver-gray spaceship burst into the sky, instantly breaking through the thick clouds in the sky, and imprinting a starlight and moon on the dome.

Thousands of miles away from New York City, far farther away than Greenland, on another continent with vast fields and dense forests.

Two black men armed with M16 assault rifles and dressed in rich tribal robes and leather armor burst out of the bushes and stopped the rickety figure with brown linen hoods and canes.

"Hmm.... The country that belongs to the 'Black Panther', the birthplace of vibranium, has fallen to

With this kind of big road goods, tsk, if you are really poor to this extent, then I am poor

The old lame man ran away for nothing!"

The man was tall, but apparently did not have a few taels of flesh on his body.

The right half of his body seemed to be supported by the crutch in his hand, his gray hair drooping from the corners of his eyebrows, covering his wrinkled cheeks, and his hoarse and rough voice sounded a little uncomfortable.

"Go to T'Tchaca, hmm~ He shouldn't have died of old age, anyway, go and inform your 'Black Panther' king, that the person who can stop him from suffering and sleepless nights and live in nightmares is here."

The man looked through the bodies of the two guards at a vast valley of lush pasture, and he could even faintly see that the towering mountains that wound around the edge of the Wakanda valley were empty as if they had been cut by the waist.

A mountain that should have been embedded in it has vanished, becoming a deep scar carved into the land of this country....

........ "Say it."

In the only barely majestic building in Wakanda, the leopard-faced king rested his hands on the stone throne and sat and stared at the strange old man standing in the hall.

Beside the Black Panther King stood a sturdy young man with his arms crossed, and a black man with an old face sat on a stone chair one section lower, and there was no one else in the palace except the three.

"Almost forty years ago, the most precious and miraculous metal on earth was looted from its place of origin, and the people who snatched it were not the little by little hollowing out that mountain-like deposit, but ......"

The old man's words made the breath and fists of the people in this hall tense, and only the man sitting on the king's throne, dressed in vibranium black armor, was still relaxed.

「.. More than 30 years ago, Wakanda was confronted by two 'devils', one white and one red, King Azuri was killed in battle, and the corpses of dead and wounded warriors filled this quiet and rich valley."

"Black Panther... Have you had a good night's sleep since that night?" Click:

The king held the helmet in both hands, twisted it slightly, and a resolute face that looked to be about fifty years old, and a gray and resolute face appeared in front of the mysterious old man, and finally spoke again:

"Stranger, your story is not accurate, my father Azuri did not die on the spot, but endured tragic injuries for more than ten years before finally dying, as for my sleep problems, you don't need to worry about it."

"Hmm... The power of the panther can indeed slow down aging, and my bad old man should be much younger than you..... yes, your sleep doesn't matter, but T'Chaca... You tell me, the holy mountain of the Wakandans! You have made a pledge to protect the treasure for generations! Doesn't it matter?"

The old man's hoarse shouts were more deafening than the other, his shriveled body seemed to be tall and mighty, and the corners of his mouth trembled with excessive excitement.

The prince's eyes were a little red when he stood beside T'Chaca, and he looked at his father, who was still silent with his eyebrows lowered, and opened his mouth, but he did not speak.

"That man, that family, not only has planted a lot of enemies on our planet, trying to provoke Howlett's enemies, I suggest you take advantage of the few years you still have to live, hurry up and take the latest starship to the universe to find the Kree, their hatred... It should be deeper than me."

"Black Panther" T'Chaka waved his hand disdainfully, signaled to his son to see off the guest, closed his eyes and stopped moving.

But the old man was not discouraged, he smiled and put down the mottled coarse cloth bag on his back, sat on it with a cane, and said:

"T'Chaca, hey! You can't catch up with James Howlett for ten lifetimes with this nonsense alone, and you're not interested in my arrival? So you're sitting here now meeting a strange old piece of shit... Haha, for what?"

His eyes wandered over the faces of the Black Panther King and the Prince, and the corners of his mouth widened.

"Your dependence. I'm just interested in hearing why you think you can reach out to the Wolf Emperor. Although he is not in this world for the time being, and some people even say that he may die, even if it is just to give birth to the mind of being an enemy of Howlett, he should reflect on his ignorance and stupidity."

The old man rested his cane on his shoulder

After fumbling around the hemp gray cloak for a while, he finally took out a folded stack of paper, like some kind of drawing, and handed it to the prince of Wakanda, who approached him.

He said indifferently: "What you just said is right, the backbone of the Kree Empire was broken by him, to say that the most hated Howlett and the most powerful force in this universe is still this dead and unfrozen interstellar empire, but... There are too many people in this world that you don't know!"

T'Chaka unfolded the drawing, looked at the dense and obscure lines and patterns on it, and read the various formula data quite carefully, not as if he didn't know how to pretend to understand.

」..... I know that you Wakanda have been boring to learn science and technology outside all these years, and you yourself should not have lived in vain for so long, look at it, arrange a place for me to live, and think clearly as soon as possible, we still have a lot of places to run."