NOVEL NEXT Marvel's The Dark Knight Rises
Chapter 145 Now is the time for sniping
Chapter 145 Now is the time for sniping
After finally processing the documents that had piled up for more than half a month before, Tony handed over the daily operation of the group to Pepper, although Little Pepper was still a little unconfident about whether he could run a behemoth like the Stark Group well, But Tony did it, a little headstrong, but it was his style.
Running an education fund, giving lectures at universities, and continuing to bicker with the military who wanted to use his combat uniform technology, Tony had a lot of fun in the past ten days. When his interest faded a little, he seemed to think of himself. There is also a "career" that I took over from my father in the Arctic Circle.
He quickly dialed the number of the station, and in the answer mixed with Feng Xue, he got a news that surprised him enough.
"You mean, Bruce left ten days ago? With the guy he took? Wait, we haven't sent a plane to you guys lately, how did they leave?"
"Borrowed a S.H.I.E.L.D. support vehicle, and they left after a short farewell, sir." The person in charge replied somewhat helplessly. Even though the arrival of S.H.I.E.L.D. Bruce's sudden departure also makes no sense.
"Why didn't you explain this to me in advance? Did Bruce tell you where he went?" Tony said with some dissatisfaction.
"Actually, sir, it was you who did not accept our report. Also, when he left, he left nothing behind. He just told us that he was going to deal with a matter." The person in charge said a little unfairly.
"Me? How could I." As if he suddenly remembered something, Tony stopped complaining and slapped his forehead. Bruce left ten days ago, but at that time he was preparing to create a new education fund, and he specifically asked Pepper turned down all calls to him at work, so it looked as though he was actually turning down staff reports himself.
"Okay, okay, keep busy." After hanging up the phone, Tony frowned and thought for a while, then called his driver in Los Angeles again, "John, you go to the beach house now to see if there is anything left. People are living, let me know the result immediately after checking."
After a while, John called back and told Tony that the villa was empty, and judging from the tidy furnishings and a little dust in the room, those people had been away for a few days.
Putting down the phone, Tony's eyes showed a trace of doubt and boredom that he couldn't explain clearly.
He doesn't have many friends, and before today, he didn't think that he and Bruce could be considered friends, even though Bruce and the others lived in his home casually for more than a month, he even made a special gift for them for the first time. Equipment, after Remy Loeb arrived, he caused trouble for himself almost every day. Bruce and his five subordinates often had a cold face, as if they were living in his house.
After thinking about it for a while, Tony suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly. After putting the phone back into his pocket, a lonely look flashed across his face, and he quickly returned to the joke that he didn't care about anything. appearance.
"However, since I inherited the group, I haven't lived with others naturally for such a long time. I know that you will leave sooner or later, but at least you have to say hello to me, damn it boys"
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"Actually, you can bring them, or ask one of Logan or Victor to come with you. Aren't they on vacation now? Why do you have to call me?"
On the side of the street under the rain, Remy lowered the brim of his hat, tightened his purple windbreaker, and said in a barely audible voice, but only a slight breathing sound could be heard in the headset. He couldn't help being a little annoyed, and said angrily: "You're not asleep, are you? Damn it, you let me out in this rainy weather, but you hid yourself in a warm and clean place and fell asleep! I"
"At ten o'clock, across the street from you, the target appears. You'd better follow up now." A low-pitched answer sounded from the headset, and at the same time, a dark red light flashed by Remy's eyes, and he subconsciously squinted to cover it , the next second, as if thinking of something, he jumped away from the spot with his eyes wide open, "Don't point that damn scope at me, Bruce!"
After all, Remy raised his middle finger towards the general direction of the light spot, then ran across the street and looked towards the target.
"Sherry Hotel? I like this name." Looking at the gorgeous and modern hotel in front of him, Remy whistled, then dodged into an alley beside him, and groped for the back door of the hotel.
In the lobby on the tenth floor of the Cherry Hotel, the door of a spacious box next to the window was suddenly pushed open, and all strong black men in suits entered from outside the box. They quickly lifted the sofa in the box, picked up the instruments in their hands to scan, Then came the sandalwood table, the walls, and the four corners. They did not stand in batches in the four corners of the room until it was confirmed that there was no monitoring equipment. The leading black man respectfully opened the door to the maximum. A middle-aged man of blood came in.
The leading black man put a huge suitcase in his hand on the sandalwood table, and the middle-aged man looked out the window. After a while, a stocky man with slightly curly black short hair and a bushy beard walked in with a big smile. Behind him was the same number of black men as in the room, but their clothes were not so uniform, most of them wore jeans and leather jackets, but they all had bulging waists, so you don't have to think about it to know what it is.
"Cherkov, long time no see, my old friend." Sitting across from the middle-aged man, the short and stout man casually patted the suitcase on the table, his eyes full of greed, and said with a smile.
The man of Russian descent whom he called Cherkov was not as enthusiastic as he was. Instead, there was a trace of disgust in his eyes. He looked at the time and said with some dissatisfaction: "You are late again, Ulysses, if you don't With no other options, I never want to work with you again in my life."
Ulysses didn't care about the distaste in his words, he still approached with a smile, and spread his hands to Cherkov: "So you still have to trade with me, I am the only one who owns these treasures in the entire arms market... 20.00% price increase, do you still remember what I said last time?"
Cherkov pushed the suitcase with an ugly face, "Hurry up and deliver the goods, I really don't want to see your face again!"
Ulysses opened the suitcase, took a rough look at the full amount of dollars inside, his eyes nearly slit into a smile, closed the suitcase, took out an opaque bag from his pocket, and put it on the table.
"Happy cooperation." Ulysses gave Cherkov a strange gentleman's salute with his suitcase, and then he was about to go out, and Cherkov also picked up the hand-held bag on the table. Bag, rose under the escort of the Negro.
"puff!"
The floor-to-ceiling glass window of the box was suddenly shattered with a hole, and Cherkov's wrist holding the bag was also pierced with the sound of glass shattering, and the bag in his hand fell to the ground in pain.
Ulysses was also frightened by this sudden scene and was stunned. Before everyone could react, a blood hole appeared in the brain of a strong black man standing in front of Cherkov, and then he collapsed. ground, and a broken hole was added to the glass window.
"It's a sniper! A sniper is targeting us!"
Ulysses suddenly sprawled on the ground and quickly crawled out of the private room, yelling in a panic. At the same time, another bodyguard fell down.
On a tall building 2000 meters away, a figure in a blue-yellow tight-fitting uniform quickly pulled the bolt, ejected a cartridge case that was still emitting white smoke, and murmured: "Now, it's time for sniping."
(End of this chapter)
After finally processing the documents that had piled up for more than half a month before, Tony handed over the daily operation of the group to Pepper, although Little Pepper was still a little unconfident about whether he could run a behemoth like the Stark Group well, But Tony did it, a little headstrong, but it was his style.
Running an education fund, giving lectures at universities, and continuing to bicker with the military who wanted to use his combat uniform technology, Tony had a lot of fun in the past ten days. When his interest faded a little, he seemed to think of himself. There is also a "career" that I took over from my father in the Arctic Circle.
He quickly dialed the number of the station, and in the answer mixed with Feng Xue, he got a news that surprised him enough.
"You mean, Bruce left ten days ago? With the guy he took? Wait, we haven't sent a plane to you guys lately, how did they leave?"
"Borrowed a S.H.I.E.L.D. support vehicle, and they left after a short farewell, sir." The person in charge replied somewhat helplessly. Even though the arrival of S.H.I.E.L.D. Bruce's sudden departure also makes no sense.
"Why didn't you explain this to me in advance? Did Bruce tell you where he went?" Tony said with some dissatisfaction.
"Actually, sir, it was you who did not accept our report. Also, when he left, he left nothing behind. He just told us that he was going to deal with a matter." The person in charge said a little unfairly.
"Me? How could I." As if he suddenly remembered something, Tony stopped complaining and slapped his forehead. Bruce left ten days ago, but at that time he was preparing to create a new education fund, and he specifically asked Pepper turned down all calls to him at work, so it looked as though he was actually turning down staff reports himself.
"Okay, okay, keep busy." After hanging up the phone, Tony frowned and thought for a while, then called his driver in Los Angeles again, "John, you go to the beach house now to see if there is anything left. People are living, let me know the result immediately after checking."
After a while, John called back and told Tony that the villa was empty, and judging from the tidy furnishings and a little dust in the room, those people had been away for a few days.
Putting down the phone, Tony's eyes showed a trace of doubt and boredom that he couldn't explain clearly.
He doesn't have many friends, and before today, he didn't think that he and Bruce could be considered friends, even though Bruce and the others lived in his home casually for more than a month, he even made a special gift for them for the first time. Equipment, after Remy Loeb arrived, he caused trouble for himself almost every day. Bruce and his five subordinates often had a cold face, as if they were living in his house.
After thinking about it for a while, Tony suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly. After putting the phone back into his pocket, a lonely look flashed across his face, and he quickly returned to the joke that he didn't care about anything. appearance.
"However, since I inherited the group, I haven't lived with others naturally for such a long time. I know that you will leave sooner or later, but at least you have to say hello to me, damn it boys"
********
"Actually, you can bring them, or ask one of Logan or Victor to come with you. Aren't they on vacation now? Why do you have to call me?"
On the side of the street under the rain, Remy lowered the brim of his hat, tightened his purple windbreaker, and said in a barely audible voice, but only a slight breathing sound could be heard in the headset. He couldn't help being a little annoyed, and said angrily: "You're not asleep, are you? Damn it, you let me out in this rainy weather, but you hid yourself in a warm and clean place and fell asleep! I"
"At ten o'clock, across the street from you, the target appears. You'd better follow up now." A low-pitched answer sounded from the headset, and at the same time, a dark red light flashed by Remy's eyes, and he subconsciously squinted to cover it , the next second, as if thinking of something, he jumped away from the spot with his eyes wide open, "Don't point that damn scope at me, Bruce!"
After all, Remy raised his middle finger towards the general direction of the light spot, then ran across the street and looked towards the target.
"Sherry Hotel? I like this name." Looking at the gorgeous and modern hotel in front of him, Remy whistled, then dodged into an alley beside him, and groped for the back door of the hotel.
In the lobby on the tenth floor of the Cherry Hotel, the door of a spacious box next to the window was suddenly pushed open, and all strong black men in suits entered from outside the box. They quickly lifted the sofa in the box, picked up the instruments in their hands to scan, Then came the sandalwood table, the walls, and the four corners. They did not stand in batches in the four corners of the room until it was confirmed that there was no monitoring equipment. The leading black man respectfully opened the door to the maximum. A middle-aged man of blood came in.
The leading black man put a huge suitcase in his hand on the sandalwood table, and the middle-aged man looked out the window. After a while, a stocky man with slightly curly black short hair and a bushy beard walked in with a big smile. Behind him was the same number of black men as in the room, but their clothes were not so uniform, most of them wore jeans and leather jackets, but they all had bulging waists, so you don't have to think about it to know what it is.
"Cherkov, long time no see, my old friend." Sitting across from the middle-aged man, the short and stout man casually patted the suitcase on the table, his eyes full of greed, and said with a smile.
The man of Russian descent whom he called Cherkov was not as enthusiastic as he was. Instead, there was a trace of disgust in his eyes. He looked at the time and said with some dissatisfaction: "You are late again, Ulysses, if you don't With no other options, I never want to work with you again in my life."
Ulysses didn't care about the distaste in his words, he still approached with a smile, and spread his hands to Cherkov: "So you still have to trade with me, I am the only one who owns these treasures in the entire arms market... 20.00% price increase, do you still remember what I said last time?"
Cherkov pushed the suitcase with an ugly face, "Hurry up and deliver the goods, I really don't want to see your face again!"
Ulysses opened the suitcase, took a rough look at the full amount of dollars inside, his eyes nearly slit into a smile, closed the suitcase, took out an opaque bag from his pocket, and put it on the table.
"Happy cooperation." Ulysses gave Cherkov a strange gentleman's salute with his suitcase, and then he was about to go out, and Cherkov also picked up the hand-held bag on the table. Bag, rose under the escort of the Negro.
"puff!"
The floor-to-ceiling glass window of the box was suddenly shattered with a hole, and Cherkov's wrist holding the bag was also pierced with the sound of glass shattering, and the bag in his hand fell to the ground in pain.
Ulysses was also frightened by this sudden scene and was stunned. Before everyone could react, a blood hole appeared in the brain of a strong black man standing in front of Cherkov, and then he collapsed. ground, and a broken hole was added to the glass window.
"It's a sniper! A sniper is targeting us!"
Ulysses suddenly sprawled on the ground and quickly crawled out of the private room, yelling in a panic. At the same time, another bodyguard fell down.
On a tall building 2000 meters away, a figure in a blue-yellow tight-fitting uniform quickly pulled the bolt, ejected a cartridge case that was still emitting white smoke, and murmured: "Now, it's time for sniping."
(End of this chapter)
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