Dimensional Restaurant in Marvel

"what did you say?"

The focused Hanmer didn't listen to Ivan Vanke and looked at him in doubt.

"It's nothing." Ivan Vanke waved his hand. He wasn't a fool, but he wouldn't say it again in the presence of Hammer, but talked about another topic.

"Give me some new material. Stark alone won't win Stark. We have to occupy the high-end market."

Hammer agreed to nod, if not for no product, he would have entered the high-end market.

"List what materials you need, and I'll send them to you tomorrow."

"Listed a long time ago and will be here tomorrow."

Ivan Vanke took a piece of white paper out of his clothes pocket and handed it to Justin Hammer. Hanmer took the white paper and looked at the contents. He suddenly got his cavities and took a breath. low.

Of course, if the price is not enough to surprise Hanmer, it is mainly because he requires a lot, and it is hundreds or thousands of pounds.

Each is a few hundred or hundreds of catties, which adds up to a lot of cost, enough to make him distressed for a while.

In the end, the idea of ​​defeating Stark prevailed, and Hanmer took a deep breath and said.

"What you want, I will send it to you tomorrow, but you must let me see the finished product as soon as possible."

Spending so much money, Hammer didn't want to end up all in the water.

"No problem, I will show you the finished product before Stark."

Ivan Vanke replied very happily. Almost as soon as Hammer had finished speaking, he took it.

Hammer scowled at Ivan Vanke, "You are sure you have enough time, and there is not much time for the Stark show."

"Not enough time?" Ivan Vanke chuckled a few moments, and there was almost a month before the Stark show, which was enough for him to make the objects he had conceived.

"Just rest assured that time is enough, Stark will definitely let you see the finished product before the show."

"What if? There is always one in everything. What's the use of guarantees alone?"

"Then use the previous experimental robot to attend the exhibition."

Ivan Vanke doesn't care.

"That's ..." Justin Hammer just wanted to speak, and Ivan Vanke interrupted him. "Don't talk, I'm going to start researching, just do your thing."

With that said, Ivan Vanke turned away and ignored Justin Hammer.

In this regard, Hammer was not angry, beckoning to call the two men who had previously monitored Ivan Vanke, and instructed.

"You two show me good things about him, don't let him run away like last time."

Some time ago, Ivan Vanke found him, proved his scientific research strength and gave a video of attacking Stark, so they hit it off and set up a team against Stark.

With his help, Ivan Vanke quickly produced a steel suit and remote-controlled robot.

However, before he touched the steel suit and remote-controlled robot, Ivan Vanke took them to Tony Stark, and after a fierce battle, Ivan Vanke was killed by Tony Stark. Xia lost boxing and was sent to prison.

If it hadn't already been prepared, Ivan Vanke would now be still in prison.

In order to ensure his own interests, he can no longer be allowed to run away.

"Just rest assured, boss."

The two bodyguards were confident, but Hammer was not as confident as them, and he was going to find something to control Ivan Vanke just in case.

Leaving the ground floor, Justin Hammer heads straight to the company's weapons lab.

Although in the movie, the weapon of the Hammer Group is black, but the Hammer Group is not a small group, and the specifications of the weapon research laboratory are not small.

Arriving at the laboratory, Hammer briefly stated his requirements, and soon someone brought a collar.

"Boss, this collar can release enough current to paralyze people's limbs. It should be able to meet your requirements."

"Very good. Does it have a name?"

Hanmer asked, holding the collar.

"No." The man shook his head. "After making it at that time, I found it to be of no use, and tossed it aside without giving it a name."

A collar that can paralyze a person's limbs at the moment of discharge, but provided that it is worn around the neck and used to control captives or other things, it has no other purpose.

Therefore, there is no excuse for being captive.

"Then no name."

Justin Hammer didn't bother to name it, threw it back to the collar, and said, "Take the collar a bit more powerful but not lethal. It will be difficult to remove after putting it on."

"No problem, boss, it can be done in a day," the man said, thinking for a moment.

"Then I will pick it up tomorrow afternoon."

To achieve his goal, Justin Hammer left directly. As the company's chief executive, he needs to do a lot of things every day, because he is not Tony Stark, and is not as capable a secretary as Little Pepper.

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Time slipped away quietly, after Coulson was full of satiated meals, he left his restaurant and flicked his teeth to return to Blick Street ~ www.readwn.com ~ Look at the sky, the moon is high in the sky, and the night is full.

Take out the phone, enter a number and dial it out. After a few rings, you will be connected.

"How are things going? Have you bought the building?"

"Report to the sir, no."

The voices on the opposite side of the phone were ashamed. As agents of the SHIELD, they couldn't even buy a few buildings, and suddenly their hearts were filled with inferiority and shame.

"No?" Coleson was surprised, thinking that it would take a half-day vacation at most, but he didn't expect it to end.

After a small surprise, Coulson wondered, "Tell me, why didn't you finish it?"

Agents of the SHIELD are rigorously trained, not to say that they are all-powerful, but they wo n’t even be able to buy a house.

"Everything went well in the front. We bought second-hand houses and even third-hand houses of residents at a premium for new houses. They were very willing to ..."

Yeah, obviously giving money, of course, other people are willing, even if the other party scolds you for wrongdoing while holding the money you gave, but the house has already been bought, why did it fail?

Coulson was curious and listened silently to the phone.

"But when we went to buy the last house, the owner of that house said nothing to sell. After we showed our identity, we were beaten up."

The tone on the opposite side of the phone thought of depression, and it seemed that no one dared to slap someone from SHIELD.

If they are the people who kill the SHIELD, they can understand it. After all, if the killing kills, if there is no detection, you don't need to worry about the SHIELD revenge.

But the people who stun SHIELD are different. That is a fair and provocative provocation. No accident will definitely be retaliated by SHIELD.

"How many people are there?" Coulson asked with interest.

Opposite the phone was very depressed, "Alone."

"A person?!!!"