Mei Man: Starting from the Dimension Demon

Chapter 69 Is This Photo Clean?
S.H.I.E.L.D., Director's Office.

"I need you and Hawkeye to protect Tony Stark.

According to the latest information we have, the Ten Rings have sent a powerful killer to New York in secret."

Sitting behind the desk, he raised his hand and handed Coulson a piece of information, Nick Fury said with a gloomy face.

"Colson, find this killer as soon as possible!"

Looking at the murderous-looking killer on the document, Coulson smiled wryly.

"Director Fury, Mr. Stark's attitude towards our S.H.I.E.L.D. has not been very friendly.

This time, I am afraid that the other party will not easily accept our protection."

He felt a headache when he thought of the past few experiences and the dismissive look of the other party.

With the light behind him, Nick Fury's eyes flickered, and he threw a photo expressionlessly.

"He will."

Coulson read it intently for a while, and carefully studied it with the most professional attitude, but he didn't see why.

"Director Fury, what happened to the orange cat in this photo?"

There was silence, and the atmosphere at the scene was a little awkward.

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Taking a sneak peek, Fu Rui silently stretched out his left hand to cover the photo, while the other hand was busy under the table for a long time.

Coulson only saw Director Fu Rui's right hand shaking back and forth under him, and the table on top began to tremble. Finally, his body trembled, he let out a long sigh of relief, and threw a photo on the table with an afterthought expression on his face. Pretend to be calm.

"He will."

Coulson: "."

Did he repeat his previous lines again?

And this photo is it clean?
With a troubled expression on his face, Coulson hesitated for a long time. Seeing that Director Fu Rui was getting impatient, he stretched out his right hand to pinch the photo on the table.

Snapped.

"Why so ink?"

Grabbing Coulson's wrist with his right hand, Nick Fury stuffed the photo into his hand and waved.

"Hold the photo and go out quickly."

Staring at the place that was grabbed by the right hand, Coulson looked dull.

I'm not clean?
……

Stark Industries Building, in the hallway.

"Tony, what shall we do next? After this time, your uncle Obadiah Stanis will definitely not let it go so easily!"

Carrying the box, Pepper Pepper followed Tony step by step with a worried face.

"Uncle? If it counts as making false accounts, embezzling company property, smuggling weapons and selling them to terrorists, then he is really a good uncle!"

With the powerful artificial intelligence of Jarvis, Tony didn't spend too much time investigating the shitty things that Obadiah had done in the company over the years.

To this end, he wore the newly designed Mark-3 light power armor and went to the Middle East to rescue hostages and deal with the problem of weapon smuggling.

On the way back, he even had friction with the military and accidentally damaged an F22 armed fighter.
tread.

Stopping, Tony looked at the sun in the sky through the window in the corridor silently.

The sun was not brilliant, like the afterglow of the setting sun, with a hint of twilight.

He sighed: "Hopefully, we won't get to the point where we meet each other in battle."

……

In the hazy night, on a luxury cruise ship on the Hudson River.

Obadiah Stanislav met a killer secretly in the room.

The man had long hair like a hedgehog, poorly dressed, was 2 meters tall, and looked like a savage giant.

He sat on the single sofa, which completely filled the space of the sofa, making him even taller.

Swinging away the waitresses around, Obadiah personally opened a bottle of high-end red wine and poured a glass for her.

"Mr. Woking, how sure are you against Tony Stark?"

Looking at the red wine in the glass, Wojin picked it up and drank it down without any hesitation.

His rude appearance made Obadiah feel contemptuous.

"Hahahaha, don't worry, brother Stanley, he's just a spoiled playboy, simpler than any chicken I've ever killed!"

Madness!

Obadiah didn't like it in his heart. What he needed was not such an arrogant guy, but a cold-blooded killer who was calm, meticulous, fully prepared to achieve his goal, and hid in the dark with a fatal blow.

For the previous assassination in Afghanistan, he had made so many detailed plans and arrangements in advance, and in the end Tony Stark still narrowly escaped death.

Now, the other party dared to boast like this alone, which made Obadiah's face quickly turn cold.

"Wojin."

You only call Mr. Face if you give it to you, but you don’t even say Mr. Face if you don’t give it to you.

He leaned on the sofa seat behind him, narrowed his eyes coldly, and said coldly.

"If you still want to get the 1000 million US dollars in reward, you should use all your strength, honestly complete the task, and never have any accidents. I say this, do you understand?"

Obadiah's threatening language, combined with subtle facial expressions, can bring great psychological pressure to people.

But these pressures, to Wo Jin, who was born in a chaotic city like Meteor Street since he was a child, it was a fart, and he didn't even feel a little bit.

He put the cup on the table without using any tools, just waved it with one hand.

Swish!
With a crisp sound, the upper body of the red wine bottle flew out obliquely, and slammed into the wall with a snap.

The fracture is as smooth as a mirror, without any unevenness, which shows its fast speed and exquisite strength.

"Haha. Drinking like a woman with a small cup, without any energy, it's refreshing!"

Grabbing the wine bottle, Wo Jin raised his face and poured it into his mouth.

ton ton ton.
As expected of a killer from the Ten Commandments gang, he should not be underestimated.

Looking at the half bottle of wine stuck on the wall, Obadiah raised his eyebrows in surprise, his heart moved slightly, and his view of Wojin changed again.

clap clap.

He clapped his hands, and the waiters outside the door filed into the room carrying delicious food and famous wine.

Obadiah smiled and introduced Wo Jin affectionately.

These dishes come from all over the world and are exquisite in appearance and unique in taste. Even the red wines paired with them are also different, full of the luxury of a kind of upper-class people.

"Gudu."

Hearing that it was so delicious, Wo Jin grabbed it with his hands without using a knife and fork.

"Oh, it's delicious. The meat quality of this prawn dish is really fresh."

With his mouth puffed up, Wojin looked admiring.

Obadiah sat on the side without doing anything, and looked at him with a demeanor and a smile.

But this wait is an hour.

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With a stiff face, Obadiah cursed inwardly, are you a fucking idiot?How can it be so edible? !
The next moment, his stomach growled.

Gollum.
"Yo~Brother Stanislav, are you... Didn't eat?"

Leaning on the sofa chair and patting his belly comfortably, Wo Jin joked while shaving his teeth with a toothpick.

"No, how is it possible, you heard wrong!"

Obadiah blushed and denied it dryly.

But in the next second, his stomach groaned again in an embarrassing way.

Gollum.
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[Mood value from Obadiah Stanislav +643]

(End of this chapter)