Wu Liuqi in Marvel

Chapter 28 Gathering in the Middle East, Prologue (3)

Tony Stark.

Dreamer, Genius, Patriot...

Made a circuit board at the age of four, made his first engine at the age of six, and graduated from MIT with honors at the age of 17...

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"Ladies and gentlemen, it is my honor to present this year's highest honor to Mr. Tony Stark."

"Tony?"

"Tony??!"

The black colonel standing on the podium is a bit embarrassed...

In his hand is the trophy that was supposed to go to Tony, so where is Tony?
"Ahem... As you know, the biggest advantage of Tony is that once he starts working, he tends to forget to sleep and eat. I guess he must be tired and collapsed on the desk now..."

at this time……

Tony Stark is in a casino.

"Forget about eating and sleeping?!"

It doesn't exist, geniuses don't need to sleep and forget food, only ordinary people need to spend time to accumulate achievements, but he is different.

He's a genius, a genius mechanic, an entrepreneur, a philanthropist, a playboy, Tony Stark.

"Trust me, pressure!"

The gamblers next to him hurriedly placed their bets, and two sexy girls were feeding wine beside him.

"I'm small."

There was an untimely voice at the gaming table.

Tony looked towards the source of the sound.

The speaker was an Asian man in a black suit, his face was angular, and his meticulous attire was out of place in this casino.

"Hey! You're going to lose badly, Asian, you better beat me!"

The man gestured to the dealer with his eyes.

The plump and beautiful dealer politely opened the sifter in his hand.

"Two, three, one, small."

"Damn!"

"Oh! f***!!, sh!!"

There was a burst of complaints on the gaming table, and Tony also hammered the table in disappointment.

The croupier pushed the chips in front of the man, and the man asked the person directly opposite him, "Mr. Stark, do you want to play again?"

Tony said: "Play! Of course play! Today I must beat you!!"

"Sorry, let me go, sorry, let me go."

A black colonel with medals on his chest pushed his way through the crowd.

"Tony! Do you know? I think it would be better if you go to accept the award today." As he spoke, he was about to hand the trophy to Tony.

"You keep that thing away from me, yes, that trophy, don't let him touch me!!"

The black colonel said: "No, this trophy belongs to you, I can't take it, you know I took it for you! Damn! You must know, okay, that's it, this trophy is for you, take it, don't give it back I."

Tony said: "No, no, no, don't give it to me, I don't want it, I can't let go of this thing anymore, I just plan to clear the place where the trophy is placed, so that I can make room for my luxury car."

"I don't care, I gave it to you anyway, take it to me! You damn son!"

Tony angrily threw the trophy on the gaming table.

"I bet on this, it's better to be big!"

The man opposite smiled unabated.

"I'm going to keep pressing."

The black man said angrily: "You are a fairy board!! Don't gamble! Even if you can make a circuit board at the age of four, it does not prove that you have any talent at the gambling table."

"Also! I'm not your nanny! It doesn't matter how much you spend. I just want to remind you not to be late tomorrow."

Tony said, "Got it, thank you anyway."

The croupier once lifted the sieve, "Two, two, three, it's still small."

"sh*t!!"

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Tony is gone.

It's a bit outrageous that the Asian man on the opposite side is lucky, but it's also possible that he has been unlucky recently.

The fat bodyguard opened the sports car door for him.

"Mr. Stark, I'm sorry, please wait, Mr. Stark."

A lady in a professional suit trotted over.

"Excuse me, I'm Christine, a reporter from Vanity Fair, and I want to ask you something."

Tony interrupted.

"If you want to spend the night with me, I can think about answering your question, but I'm in a bad mood today, so I'm very sorry, I don't want to answer your question."

He closed the door of the sports car, the fat bodyguard slammed on the accelerator, and the red Audi supercar sped away.

"Don't be late tomorrow!" The black colonel ordered.

Christine threw the notebook on the ground angrily.

Today is the day Stark received the honorary award, but he did not give a speech at the award ceremony, so Christine wanted to interview him about his acceptance speech, his views on the war in the Middle East, and the new missile developed by Stark Industries ……, so that the headline of tomorrow’s magazine can write her report.

The man in the black suit picked up the notebook and patted the dust off it.

"Ma'am, I guess you must be in trouble. Is there anything I can do to help you?"

Christine took the notebook and looked at the Asian man who came suddenly.

He was pretty handsome, but he might not be able to help her.

"Thank you, but you may not be able to help me. I need a piece of news with enough weight."

The man smiled, and he put his right hand into the inner pocket of his suit, as if there was some earth-shattering secret hidden in it.

"—bang~"

Christine was taken aback.

There is an extra dove in the man's hand.

"The world's number one magic master kid, the news that he is going to quit the magic world, I wonder if it can be considered big news?"

Christine froze for a moment.

"The world's number one magic master? Quit the magic world?!"

Is that even a question?
Of course forget it!

The world's number one magic master kid.

and many more……

He is kid? ? ! kid is leaving the magic world? !

Christine smelled a big event, and she quickly opened the notebook.

"It's a great honor to interview you, Mr. Kid, please tell me the reason why you quit the magic world..."

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Afghanistan, Butland Air Force Base.

"Americans have been doing the same thing since time immemorial, and that is, a good weapon only needs to be fired once!"

On the high mountain in the distance, the Jeffrey missile newly developed by Stark Industries exploded from the sky, setting off a wave of scorching air, and destroying the entire mountain top.

"You just need to find a reason to launch this missile, so the terrorists in the Middle East will not dare to show their faces."

He patted the gold star on the shoulder of some general.

"For the sake of peace, I wish you all the best."

Tony got into a yellow armored car.

"Drive quickly and take me out of this ghost place."

The black colonel tapped on his car door.

"This is my car, you have to sit in the back!"

Tony said: "Stop messing around, dear Colonel, remember the bet yesterday? This time I'm still betting big! As for the small car in the back, I'll leave it to the loser...Hahaha, Colonel, good luck. "

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Until he got blown up by a Jeffrey missile, it was a good day anyway.

It is ironic that a weapon he developed himself should be used on himself.

Consciousness gradually blurred.

He couldn't help but think of the Asian gentleman from yesterday, who has been having bad luck recently.

"Damn it!! I knew I should suppress it!"

　Godzilla II is really good-looking, I strongly recommend it

　　
　
(End of this chapter)