David didn't know about the Presbyterian Hospital conference room, Martina and Strange's argument, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

For the sake of the Ancient One, he has a higher tolerance for the future Doctor Strange than the others.

After all, he is the heir of the elder, and he is more or less a second generation.

Face must be given.

After confirming Marlene's recovery, David and Wilson immediately discharged Marlene from the hospital and then happily returned to their home in Hell's Kitchen.

Night.

Vanessa finished her work with her stomach held up, and her maternal brilliance was moving.

The family was happy, and Marlene was overjoyed.

After the dinner, David and Wilson stayed overnight for the first time in a long time.

I stayed for three days.

After confirming that Marlene was not in any physical condition, Wilson took Vanessa and left.

David thought that the construction of the stadium on the National Mall had not yet been completed, and the Macallan Group Arms Expo had not officially begun, and was still in the preparation stage, and even if he went to Washington, D.C., he would sit in the office of the Occult Investigation and Defense Agency, waiting to fight with a bunch of politicians, and simply stay with his mother.

Afternoon.

The mother and son sat on the sofa and watched TV, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

Bell bell bell!

Suddenly, a phone call breaks the atmosphere in the house.

David picked up his phone, and the caller was Wesley, surprised.

"Wesley, what's the matter?"

"We've caught a guy and we don't know what to do with it, maybe you should come over and take a look."

This sentence intrigued David.

"I'll come right here."

He didn't ask any questions, told Marlene, and went to the company.

Fisker Pharmaceuticals.

When David arrived at the scene, he saw a man named Stephen Strange sitting in the conference room, surrounded by Wesley and other big men, with cold sweat on his forehead and not daring to move, with a slightly strange face.

He didn't expect that the Ancient One had just reminded himself that Strange had just broken into his life out of nowhere, and in this way.

"What's going on?"

David found a chair and sat down, curious.

"He sneaked into our company and tried to take the research samples from the lab."

Connors said solemnly, "We were going to take him directly to the police station and prosecute him directly, but Morbius knows him, the genius doctor at Presbyterian Hospital, Stephen Strange, Martina's colleague."

There was a pause: "We have consulted Martina and confirmed his identity, according to Martina, he should have no ill intentions, and according to his own words, he was there to find ...... Evidence of Fisker's new technology curing Marlene's terminal illness."

"With that in mind, we felt that if we took him directly to the police station, it might cause some unnecessary trouble."

Connors spread his hands and said helplessly, "So I have to let you deal with it."

Sending Strange directly to the police station would cause unnecessary trouble.

David grasped the point, thought about it, and understood the meaning of this sentence.

Marlene's terminal illness was cured, and it was a difficult cancer.

The matter is currently under secrecy, and even inside the Presbyterian Hospital, David has blocked the news through some means.

If Sharps were to be sued directly, he would inevitably expose the matter on the spot in court.

If Fisker Pharmaceuticals really had such technology, it would be fine.

The problem is no.

But when the facts are told, will anyone believe them?

At that time, it is inevitable that there will be all kinds of rumors and gossip.

It's not a big problem, but it's best to avoid it.

"Well done."

David nodded, pondered for a moment, and waved his hand to everyone, "You guys go out, I'll talk to him."

"Okay

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Wesley, Connors, and the others didn't hesitate at all.

The chairman personally stepped in, and it was pointless for them to stay.

No matter what decision David makes, Fisker Pharmaceutical, as David's word, has no power to overturn his decision.

Crunch –

The door to the conference room was shut.

David cocked Erlang's legs, looked at Strange, who was in a cold sweat and extremely nervous, and looked carefully with interest.

"Mr. Fisk...... I, I really don't have any ill will."

Strange was stunned and stuttered in his speech: "I admit that I did something wrong, my brain is hot, and I am willing to sincerely apologize for the mistakes I made and pay the price, but I want to ...... I hope you will see that the damage caused is not too great, and you will be open to me......

"Stephen Strange, I know you."

Suddenly, David interrupted him and said to himself, "The genius doctor at the Presbyterian Hospital, who can perform the world's most difficult neurosurgery at a young age, is the pride of heaven......

"You operated on my friend...... About a few months ago, a guy who almost completely broke his arm, remember?"

David said naturally the gunsmith and butcher who were seriously injured in the Luke Cage incident.

"Remember!"

Strange nodded as if grasping at a life-saving straw, "Mr. Fisk, I remember that the operation was very successful."

"Do you think it's a great success if you don't keep your hand?"

David asked rhetorically and said, "My friend eats by hand, and you took away the weapon he needed to survive, although I don't blame you, but I don't think it's a successful operation."

"I ......"

Strange smiled bitterly.

Isn't this a success?

If a normal person's hand becomes like that, not to mention that he will definitely not be able to keep his hand, and after a little time, his life will inevitably be in danger.

I had the surgery, and on the same day, I was out of danger!

Isn't this called success?

In that case, God came, and I was afraid that he couldn't save that guy's arm.

"Huh!"

David chuckled, and when he saw the immature Doctor Strange in front of him, he lost the idea of continuing the conversation, and waved his hand: "Forget it, you go, don't let me see you again."

"Huh?"

Strange was stunned, he didn't expect the other party to let him go so easily.

"For the sake of our fate, I'm willing to give you a chance."

Davy's tone was calm, but there was no doubt: "However, this is the first and last time, and I don't want to see you again, and I don't want any rumors about Fisker Pharmaceuticals from the outside world. As soon as any news spreads, I will immediately think that you are deliberately spreading it!"

"So, you'd better pay attention to yourself."

As the words fell, he raised his head at Strange and signaled that he could go.

Goo Dong!

Strange swallowed his saliva, both aggrieved and helpless, and nodded: "I will definitely walk around when I see Fisker Pharmaceutical in the future."

After speaking, he hurriedly opened the door of the conference room and left quickly.

Then.

Wesley and Connors walked back in.

"You just let him go?"

The former was a little surprised, which seemed to be a little different from the David Fisk he knew.

"Or else? Do you want me to kill him?"

David shrugged his shoulders: "Although I used to be a killer, I am not a serial killer who kills people without covering my eyes, I kill people to collect money."

"Since I said this is the end of the matter, then no one should trouble him in the future, understand?"

At the end of the conversation, he looked at Wesley and Connors.

The latter two nodded seriously, not daring not to take David's words to heart.

……

A few days later.

The National Mall in Washington, D.C., is associated with the McCarran Group-sponsored arms fair, and the venue is completed.

After the intimacy stage, David and Marlene almost began to get tired of each other, and left home at the right time to fly to Washington.

"You're here!"

At the airport, James McCarron picked up David and quickly brought him to the National Mall, where he had already been built.

Most of the venues are open-air, and very few are covered.

Gorgeous light strips, hot air balloons soaring into the sky, beautiful models in hot clothes, etc., make everything in front of you look especially wonderful.

Of course, the most exciting thing is the Macallan Group's venue, which is covered by a black cloth and encased in a glass enclosure.

"You've brought Nano One here?"

David's radar sensed it, and without James taking the initiative to say, he knew what was under the black cloth, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "It seems that you can't wait to teach Stark Industries a lesson!"

"Of course, I've been waiting for this day, for a long time."

James McCarran laughed, his eyes were full of light, and he gritted his teeth: "When the Macallan Group was in decline, Stark Industries, Obadia Stanney's old thing, stole a lot of our business, and the share was constantly squeezed out, I have always been angry, and now it is our turn to fight back!"

"When does the fair start?"

David asked.

It's a shame to say that as the creative proposer of the Macallan Arms Expo, he actually doesn't know the specific details of the expo.

The biggest contribution was to come up with ideas, and the rest was discussed and refined by James and the military.

"A week later!"

James McCarron was also a little speechless, he knew that David didn't care much about this matter, but he didn't expect it to be so careless.

"So fast?" David was taken aback.

James explained: "The warm-up and publicity work of the expo began when the construction of the venue began, and this week is mainly for the relevant companies participating in the expo to allow time to enter the venue and set up the venue."

"If I didn't have to give them enough time, I'd love to start tomorrow."

He looked at everything in front of him, and the impatience in his heart was beyond words.

David glanced at James and thought only one sentence.

The world has been suffering for a long time.

Starting with Tony Stark's father, Howard Stark, the Stark family began an almost protagonist-like life.

Founded Stark Industries, participated in World War II, became Captain America's comrade-in-arms, created S.H.I.E.L.D. after the war, and gave birth to a son who is the future Iron Man, and his son Tony Stark, who had enough of the addiction of a playboy in the first half of his life, began to pay off his debts in the second half of his life, and lost count of how many times he saved the earth.

In this process, it is unknown how many people are scratching their hearts and lungs because of the existence of these two generations of Stark.

But what can be imagined is that there must be many people who are willing to pay the price for making these two generations of Stark unlucky!

James is one of them.

If Norman Osborne had been the chairman of Osborne, he would have been happy to be one of them.

"What did General Ross say?"

David thought for a moment and asked, "Is the military ready for the handover ceremony?"

"They've trained pilots for the Nano One."

James said, "Speaking of which, you should know him, he has the same name as me - James Rhodes."

"Rod?"

David raised his eyebrows, thinking of the previous Morbius incident, in front of everyone in Hell's Kitchen, leading the troops to kill the guy in the Horizon Lab building.

[In view of the general environment,

"It's him......"

There was no lack of surprise in the tone, and then

sighed in a low voice, "It seems that this guy was born with armor."

"By the way, Killian has contacted me, and they're planning to move something over today, maybe you'll want to check out their new set of weapons."

James suddenly thought of something, spread his hands to David, and said, "Of course, I can't accompany you, as the chairman of The Macallan Group, it is a little embarrassing to appear in the exhibition hall of Oscorp."

"Then you go to work, I'll go to the showroom of Osben."

David waved his hand.

A moment later.

After a few minutes of walking, he came to the Macallan Group showroom, an exclusive location in Osborne.

The radar senses and finds where Killian is.

At the same time, his face changed slightly, and he saw that there was something strange in the Osben venue.

At this time.

Rows of glass cabinets wrapped in black cloth are being set up on forklifts and carefully carried.

When David arrived, Killian spotted him as soon as he arrived, and he walked over enthusiastically.

"Hey, David, you're finally in Washington."

When Killian got closer, he noticed that David's face was extremely serious, and he was a little surprised for a while: "Why is it so serious?"

Then he opened his arms and planned to hug him: "Shouldn't you be happy to see an old friend?"

"Happy?"

David turned his head to look at him, with a smiling expression, "If I were you, I can't guarantee if I'd be happy."

"What do you mean?"

Monk Kirian was puzzled, scratched his head, and suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart: "What happened?"

"Did you inspect the contents before you shipped them from New York to Washington?"

David didn't answer the rhetorical question.

His words alerted Killian, who instantly received the hint and showed an incredulous expression: "Fake, how is this possible?"

"Open it and you'll know."

David shrugged.

Killian turned and rushed to the forklift.

"Hey, stop! Stop it! If you hear it, park the car for Lao Tzu!

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Killian was so anxious and angry that he didn't even wait for the forklift to stop before he reached out and tore off the black cloth that shrouded the glass case.

It was empty and there was nothing.

"Fake!"

Killian was stupid.

All the staff around were stupid.

"What's going on?"

Killian looked at David with a pleading look.

"You ask me, who do I ask?"

David gave him a helpless look.