Marvel: I am the leader of the mutant race

Chapter 10
Amid the deafening applause and the endless sound of shutters, Tony Stark, the heir to Stark Industries, synonymous with genius, and the biggest playboy in the United States, walked towards the podium.

He skillfully answered various difficult or joking questions from reporters, and his witty answers attracted bursts of laughter.

Ten minutes later, he pressed his hands to indicate silence.

After making sure that all the cameras were pointed at him and all the cameramen pressed their fingers on the shutter, he first looked at Pepper Pepper, and then at Obadie, who was holding a cigar and smiling.

Just when the latter thought that this fat chicken was going to lay another golden egg, Tony took a deep breath and said firmly to the reporter: "I witnessed the young soldier being killed with my own eyes. He died in a place I wanted to protect." under their weapons.”

Obadiah's expression changed.

The reporters are excited!
"I also found that I was becoming part of this irresponsible world...I woke up and realized that I could contribute more to the world besides making weapons. So, I decided..."

Obaday strode towards the podium, but was stopped by Tony's loyal bodyguard, Happy. The sound of "clicking, clicking" cameras in the venue became one piece, and everyone was waiting for the next sentence of the people on the podium. Earth-shattering words.

"I have decided to close the Stark Industries Weapons Division, effective immediately!"

"Mr. Stark!"

"Can I ask..."

"..."

The whole place was boiling. Obaday, who was stopped by Happy, looked at his eldest nephew who was still talking bitterly on the stage, threw away the cigarette in his hand, and left the press conference without saying a word.

This surprise is so big!
……

"So, do you think this is true, Yuri?"

Mark looked up at the TV that had just been installed, and used a fork to remove a steak from the boiling hot pot and put it on his plate.

In fact, he was strongly opposed to this kind of Chinese dinner at first, but after Yuri's strong recommendation and the vivid description of the old man in the bookstore, he still tentatively made it.

"It's so fragrant!"

After Stark finished saying "Close the Stark Industries Weapons Department", Yuri held the computer for a while, and he was studying other traversers in his memory. At this great time, he used all the funds to madly buy Stark Industries' stocks .

After hearing Mark's question, he said without raising his head: "Who cares if it's true or not? Anyway, there will be many people jumping from the roof tonight, and there will also be many reporters writing hard all night. .”

Mark cut open the steak soaked in the base soup with a knife, picked up a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.As he enjoyed his dinner, he expressed his opinion vaguely: "I think it might be true!"

"You know, there is probably only one rich second generation like you on the planet who took the initiative to work in the Middle East for summer vacation. Tony Stark is just a playboy. After experiencing life and death in Afghanistan, he must have changed something."

"Perhaps...this is the change he made?"

Yuri nodded perfunctorily, and the old man only focused on stuffing things into his mouth. The two of them were busy with their own business, not caring about what Mark, who was full of knowledge, just said.

"Fuck!"

Mark cleared the meat on the plate and was about to denounce the two rude guys when he heard the doorbell being pressed.

Yuri and the old man raised their heads together: "Go and open the door!"

Mark greeted their immediate family members one by one, and angrily went downstairs with a meat-cutting knife in his hand: "This shop is closed! Are you so blind that you still come here to knock on...Tony Stark?!"

Tony was wearing a decent little suit and a retro and cool gentleman's hat on his head. He held a ceremonial staff with his two hands crossed on the front. He smiled and bowed slightly to Mark who smelled like hot pot: " So, you’re not going to let me in?”

"Oh, sorry!"

Mark put away the knife without leaving a trace, opened the door and let Tony in.

Happy, who was blocking Opadry on the TV just now, followed closely behind. After taking a few strong sniffs on the first floor, he asked a question that Tony also wanted to know: "What good food are you eating?"

"Fire boiler!" "Hot pot!"

Tony's eyebrows raised: What the hell is this? Can it be eaten?

Mark closed the door and led the three of them to the restaurant on the second floor.

"Hey! Yuri!"

As soon as Tony entered the door, he warmly greeted Yuri who had just finished his work. Then he took out two sets of cutlery from the cupboard, handed one to Happy, and unceremoniously squeezed in next to Yuri and the old man.

"This little guy is so rude, far worse than you, Yuri!"

Old Man Rogers moved his stool far away from Tony in disgust and complained outright about the conduct of this famous American playboy.

Yuri, who was innocently lying at gunpoint, raised his head in confusion. He once worked a summer job in the Middle East against an enemy of ten thousand and stubbornly retorted: "Don't compare me with him, I'm not bad!"

The host on the TV was explaining Tony's operation in an exaggerated tone, while the client was sitting at the steaming table, imitating Mark, using a fork to pick up a piece of mutton that Yuri had put in and put it into his mouth.

After chewing a few times, his doubtful face suddenly lit up with surprise. He pointed at the copper pot that looked like the evil wizard's potion bottle in a children's fairy tale, and nodded while gesturing with his thumb: "It smells so good! of!"

Three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

Yuri clinked glasses with Tony, who was sweating profusely, and asked, "So what are you doing here? To avoid the cover girls vying to jump on your bed, and to miss the deep friendship we established in the Middle East?"

"To hell with great friendships!"

Tony, who was a little drunk, patted the gentleman's hat that he refused to take off even though he was sweating profusely. He stood up with half a glass of wine and let out a long burp while holding on to the sofa.

"Come on, Yuri! Use your damn hypnosis on me!"

"I, Tony Stark, am fearless!"

Hearing this, Happy and Mark looked at each other. The former had no idea what his boss was talking about, while the latter vaguely understood the truth.

As for the old man?

This old man with the same name as Captain America obviously didn't have a super hangover ability, he fell asleep on the table after two bottles of brandy.

"mark!"

"Happy!"

Yuri and Tony looked at each other and said the next sentence in no particular order: "Please carry this old man back to his bookstore."

Happy and Mark looked at each other: These two looked like they had rehearsed, and those who didn't know thought they were filming here.

"Come on, Happy, give me a hand."

Mark held the old man's arm, and Happy lifted the old man's legs. The two guys, who had not received formal medical education, moved the old man out of the restaurant in the same manner as they would move a dead body on the battlefield.

When Tony saw the two of them disappear, the smell of alcohol on his body seemed to have faded a bit. He drank all the wine in his glass, stood upright with his ceremonial staff, and stared at Yuri who was still sitting at the dining table eating. .

"You know what, Tony?"

Yuri picked up the last piece of meat from the copper pot and stuffed it into his mouth. After chewing it, he swallowed it along with the wine: "I really want to be friends with you, but friends can't touch each other!"

"So, how about a deal?"

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(End of this chapter)