Chapter 26 Damn rich people!!
This corridor was very long, and the floor was covered with thick carpets.
John and Mark walked forward one after the other, specially controlling themselves so as not to make any unnecessary noise.
The expressions of the two were extremely gloomy.
Thinking this was a one-sided Carnage, as a result, before even seeing the target's face, they lost a powerful combat force.
This was a humiliation for them.
As they gradually approached the door of the suite at the end of the corridor, some strange sounds began to reach their ears.
Although the hotel's soundproofing effect was very good, the two had undergone genetic modification, and their hearing far surpassed ordinary people.
He could clearly hear the sultry sounds coming from the room.
That was the charming laughter of several young women, and the flippant conversation of Tony Stark.
Their words came through the crack of the door, appearing very relaxed and cozy.
"Right, sweethearts, just like that. Don't be too nervous. Come on, take it slow, I'll teach you how to play with this dark and hard thing."
Tony seemed to be giving some guidance, and his tone was full of teasing.
"Listen, you can't just use force right from the start. You should carefully stroke it with your hands first, feeling the temperature and unique texture. Then slowly grip the key part. Remember, your fingers must be placed in the right position."
Immediately afterwards, the cheerful laughter of several models came from the room.
"Oh, Mr. Stark, this thing is so big, I can hardly hold it." A woman said coquettishly.
"Hold it steady, sweetheart. If you use too much force, it will spew things out." Tony replied with a smile.
Subsequently, Tony's voice turned to another person.
"Hey, Ethan! What are you doing standing in the corner? Don't just stand there like a fool, come over here too, everyone needs to have a good time tonight!"
Hearing these sounds, the two people standing outside the door instantly felt as uncomfortable as if they had eaten shit.
Damn Stark!
Such a huge explosion had happened in the corridor, and the whole building shook along with it.
As long as it was a normal person, hearing these commotions would have long been scared to hide under the table.
But what about these two bastards?
They actually still had the mood to pick up chicks in the room! And they were even doing a group activity inside!
Mark recalled the tortures he had suffered in the laboratory.
To gain Superpower, they were forcibly injected with an unknown potion, hurting so much every day that they wished they were dead.
Yet these capitalists were enjoying beauties in the luxury suite.
The huge contrast made Mark curse wildly in his heart.
Damn it! Damn rich people!
John stood in front of the door, his expression calm.
But his eyes had become cold to the extreme.
In his heart, he had already issued a death sentence to Tony and Luca.
No matter what tricks these two playboys were up to inside, tonight, they must die here.
John turned his head and exchanged a glance with Mark beside him.
Mark immediately nodded, indicating that he was ready.
John extended his right hand and gently rested it on the doorknob.
The next second, he used his Superpower.
His palm began to accelerate, performing high-frequency vibrations.
This was one of his abilities.
Generating vibrations of a specific frequency through the increase of speed.
And the frequency of this vibration would destroy the lock core inside the doorknob.
The process of destruction was very brief, and not a single sound was emitted during it.
"Click."
A slight crisp sound.
The door opened.
At the moment the door lock broke, John and Mark instantly entered combat readiness.
John raised his foot and kicked hard against the door.
"Bang!"
The door was kicked open violently, slamming heavily against the walls on both sides.
Before John could move, his teammate had already rushed in, shouting loudly at the same time to vent the anger in his heart.
"Damn Stark! Your doom has arrived!"
Mark shouted, his hands already ready to gather Water, intending to drown everyone in the room.
However, thoughts are often great, but reality is cruel.
After the two rushed into the room and saw the scene inside clearly, they were stunned.
The expressions on their faces became stiff, and their movements stopped directly in mid-air.
Just because what was presented before their eyes was not the scene they imagined at all.
In the center of the living room.
Six hot female models were lined up in a row.
And beside them, a middle-aged man wearing glasses was also standing there.
This man was precisely Ethan.
What was most fatal was that all seven of these people were holding a pitch-black tactical assault rifle in their hands!
Only at this moment did they understand.
Turns out, the dark and hard things they talked about inside the door just now were really guns!
Seven gun barrels aimed uniformly at the newly kicked-open doorway, or rather, at John and Mark's heads.
Tony Stark sat on a sofa in the back watching the show.
Seeing the moment John and Mark rushed in, Tony slightly raised his wine glass and shouted loudly.
"Right now. Fire, sweethearts. Let them witness the firepower of Stark Industries."
As soon as the words fell.
The seven people pulled the triggers simultaneously.
"Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat!!!"
The deafening gunfire instantly exploded in the living room.
Seven gun barrels simultaneously spewed dazzling tongues of fire, and dense bullets poured toward the doorway.
Mark, rushing at the very front, couldn't react at all.
The distance between him and the gun barrels was really too close, less than five meters.
Although the activation time of Superpower was a fraction of a second.
But the speed of the bullets far exceeded his reaction speed.
Dozens of bullets ruthlessly tore through the combat uniform and fiercely hit into his body.
Blood splashed out.
Mark didn't even have time to let out a scream before he was beaten back repeatedly by the powerful impact force and directly beaten into a sieve.
Then he fell heavily to the ground, dying on the spot.
He widened his eyes, dying with unfulfilled grievances.
And he could never have imagined that when death was imminent, he would actually be shot to death indiscriminately by several models.
When someone is unlucky, someone is lucky.
John's reaction speed was much faster.
The moment he saw the situation in the room was wrong, he had already activated Super Speed.
Almost instantly transforming into a blurred afterimage.
Bullets brushed past his scalp and clothes, shattering the wall behind him.
John's speed completely surpassed human limits.
His figure constantly flickered and jumped in the living room.
Sometimes appearing on the chandelier, sometimes appearing behind the sofa, constantly dodging the dense rain of bullets.
For a time, the room was filled with the sound of gunfire.
Shattered glass wine cabinets, smashed precious oil paintings.
Pillows were torn apart by bullets, and white feathers fluttered all over the sky in mid-air.
Poor Mark had long been beaten into a sieve lying in a pool of blood, but all this was not over yet.
The several models who had already drunk quite a bit of alcohol felt the recoil and destructive power brought by the shooting...
So... they seemed to have completely gone wild playing.
They screamed excitedly, holding down the triggers stubbornly without letting go, strafing everywhere in the living room.
Until all the bullets in the magazines were completely shot out.
Tony drank wine in the back, loudly commenting from time to time.
"Sweetheart! Control the recoil! Control the recoil, understand! The recoil let the muzzle drift up to the ceiling, are you fighting mice in the ventilation duct!"
Tony guided loudly.
"Ethan! What are you shooting with your eyes closed for? You missed!"
"That shot just now almost shattered my favorite wine glass! Aim at that freak!"
Chapter 27: Losing Teammates Before Even Seeing the Target, Is This Reasonable?
A dozen seconds later.
"Click, click."
All seven assault rifles made the sound of their bolts locking back empty.
Obviously, they had run out of ammunition.
The deafening gunfire finally ceased.
The room was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder and acrid smoke.
The six beauties and Ethan were panting heavily, finally lowering their guns.
However, before anyone could figure out whether they had actually hit the guy,
suddenly, a dark blur flashed through the gunsmoke.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang!"
A series of heavy thuds echoed through the room.
Before the beauties and Ethan could even make out his movements, they felt a massive impact to their stomachs or backs.
Everyone cried out in pain, their guns dropping to the floor.
Clutching their stomachs, they tumbled onto the carpet in agony.
This was John's attack.
The instant the gunfire stopped, John used his Super Speed to rush over and counterattack.
But John's real target was Tony Stark, sitting in the back.
After knocking everyone down, his figure appeared right in front of the sofa.
Seeing Tony sitting on the sofa holding a wine glass, John's eyes filled with murderous intent.
Furious to the extreme, John grabbed Tony by the collar and hauled him up off the sofa.
"Damn you, Stark! How did you know all this?! How did you know we were coming to assassinate you?!"
Thinking back to the missile in the hallway earlier, John could not quell the fury in his heart.
"You actually installed a missile in the hallway beforehand?!"
"Damn it! Are you crazy?! This is a civilian hotel! This is downtown Los Angeles, California! You blew up a hotel—aren't you afraid the federal government and the Military will send people to investigate you?!"
Although Tony was being hoisted roughly by his collar with his feet off the ground,
he didn't panic at all in the face of the interrogation. Instead, he shrugged and replied calmly.
"Oh, as for that, I'm sorry to say, but the federal government probably has no say in this."
"Five hours ago, I bought the entire building, including this hotel."
"In other words, the floor you're standing on and the hallway you walked through are all my private property. If I want to detonate a missile in my hallway just to hear the bang, that's my freedom. The Police can't do anything about it."
John:???
John, whose face had been filled with murderous intent, instantly went completely blank.
What do you mean 'I bought it'?!
Fuck! Is that even something a human would say?!
This is a five-star hotel in downtown Los Angeles!
The land and construction costs alone are an astronomical figure!
So, just to guard against an assassination, just to legally set off a missile in a hallway, you went ahead and bought the whole hotel?!
Is this how top billionaires think?!
Can someone tell me why the richest man in the World would go to such lengths to trick a nobody like me?!
Damn rich people!
Losing two teammates before even laying a finger on the target—is this reasonable?!
John felt his worldview severely shaken.
This dimensional strike powered by pure capital left him feeling utterly helpless.
Driven to anger by embarrassment, John shook Tony violently and continued his interrogation.
"Cut the crap! How on earth did you know we were coming? Who tipped you off?!"
It wasn't strange for John to ask this.
He was worried that there might be a traitor inside HYDRA, causing their operation plan to be exposed.
But on second thought, John decided not to overcomplicate things.
No matter how Stark knew, as long as he killed them all tonight, the mission would be complete.
So, he let go of Tony's collar, letting him fall back onto the sofa.
Then, with a flick of his wrist, he swiftly pulled out a dagger from the strap on his outer thigh.
Before Tony could answer, John said cruelly:
"Forget it, none of that matters anymore."
"Stark, you killed two of my teammates during this mission. So now, I'm sending you to hell to have a celebration party with your brother!"
With that, John raised the dagger above his head and prepared to plunge it hard into Tony's heart.
Lying on the floor, Ethan and the beauties paled in shock at the sight, shouting out in panic.
But Tony didn't panic in the slightest, not even making a move to dodge.
"Is this all you've got, speed boy? You're just gonna flail around with a trashy knife? Fine then. Before you stab me to death, why don't you take a look behind you?"
Hearing Tony's words, John's heart skipped a beat.
The next second.
A broad, powerful palm rested silently on John's right shoulder.
The moment that palm appeared, a chill ran down John's spine.
He was a Mutant with Super Speed! His perception far surpassed that of ordinary people.
Yet someone had managed to walk up behind him without him noticing!
John swallowed hard and turned his head stiffly.
Behind him,
a tall, well-built young man stood silently.
The man was shirtless, revealing intensely powerful muscle lines.
He was extremely handsome—John felt that if he were a woman, he definitely wouldn't be able to resist.
But what terrified him was that the man's eyes were glowing with a blinding blue-white light.
The energy contained within that light seemed ready to blast out and annihilate everything at any moment.
And this person was none other than Lucas Stark, who had just stepped out of the bedroom.
John didn't dare hesitate.
An assassin's instinct told him that against this man, he had zero chance of winning.
In an instant, he abandoned his plan to assassinate Tony and unleashed his Superpower at full strength.
Rapidly turning into a dark blur, his legs burst with maximum speed as he tried to flee toward the front door.
The idea was wonderful, but reality was harsh.
Luca's growth wasn't limited to controlling and firing energy.
For instance, his neural response speed, visual tracking ability, and physical attributes had all been vastly enhanced.
Luca tilted his head.
In his eyes, everything around him seemed to slow down.
John, who was so fast he appeared as a blur to others, looked like he was moving in slow motion to Luca.
Luca could see every single step John took with absolute clarity.
Too slow.
Luca smiled slightly.
Then, he vanished from his spot in an instant.
It was a display of ultimate speed.
The next second,
Luca appeared at the front door.
Meanwhile, John, sprinting head-down, hadn't noticed at all that another person was now standing in front of him.
"Bang!"
John slammed hard into Luca's chest.
And the reaction force was staggeringly immense.
John felt like he was seeing his late grandmother as the massive force blasted him backward into the air.
After flipping twice mid-air, he crashed heavily onto the floor.
Forced out of his high-speed blur by the heavy impact, John looked toward the doorway with a face full of disbelief.
He had no idea what had just happened.
Had his Superpower failed?!
No, impossible!
Could it be...
"How... how can you be so fast?!"
John pointed at Luca, his voice trembling.
"Didn't the intel say you were ordinary people?!"
Luca slowly squatted down and looked at him with a smile.
"Dude, who told you I was an ordinary person? I've never claimed in any public setting that I was ordinary."
Luca tapped his own head with a finger and mocked,
"As for your speed... sorry, I gotta be honest. In my eyes, you really are as slow as a turtle."
"Full of openings, totally fragile."
Chapter 28 Look In My Eyes
Hearing Luca's taunt, John shut down.
But he was unwilling to lose the mission just like that.
After all, he was a super soldier of HYDRA!
HYDRA never yields!!
John gritted his teeth, trying to activate his ability once more to find another route to escape.
However, Luca would not give him any more chances.
Just the moment John prepared to get up,
Luca quickly caught the trajectory of John's intended movement.
The next second!
His eyes lit up with a blue-white glow once more.
"Bzz!!"
Two beams of light shot out instantly, and John couldn't react in time at all.
Following closely was the energy piercing directly through both of his thighs.
"Ah!!!"
John let out a painful scream.
His legs were instantly pierced by the high temperature, losing all strength, and he collapsed to the ground once again.
John clutched the wounds on his thighs, trembling all over from the pain.
Meanwhile, he looked in disbelief at Luca, who was slowly getting to his feet.
Now he finally understood why Happy had felt so confident letting them come up.
"You... You are no ordinary person at all! You're a superhuman!"
Luca shrugged indifferently.
The glow in his eyes slowly dissipated, returning to his normal pupils.
"Think whatever you want. You can call me Mr. Stark, or you can call me that glowing handsome guy."
Luca looked at Tony, who was sitting on the sofa drinking, and spoke casually.
"We can start the interrogation now. I crippled his legs; he can't run away anymore."
Tony sighed helplessly and made a sarcastic remark.
"For God's sake, Luca. Can you mind your angles the next time you fire lasers?"
"That last shot burned two holes right through the carpet."
Although he was complaining, Tony still put down his glass and stood up.
He glanced at Ethan and the few models still moaning on the ground, and instructed,
"All right, girls, stop playing dead. I know that guy didn't hit you hard. Ethan, take them to the bedroom to find some ties or belts, and tie this cripple on the ground to a chair for me."
Only then did Ethan and the beauties snap out of their shock.
They quickly scrambled up and, following Tony's instructions, clumsily dragged the incapacitated John to a chair.
During this process, Luca and Tony conversed as if no one else was around.
"Don't you think these people have something wrong with their brains?" Tony pointed at Mark, who was dead at the door, and complained.
"Who would sneak into a hotel in tights in the middle of the night? Do they think they're the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?"
"Obviously, their IQs aren't very high." Luca poured himself a glass of champagne from the wine cabinet and nodded in agreement.
"Especially this fast-running guy. He actually wanted to use a knife to kill you. I bet he didn't even pass middle school physics. He didn't know your glowing toy is harder."
"Hey! Don't call my glowing toy that! That is a work of art!" Tony retorted immediately.
"Come on, I think it looks just like a light bulb!" Luca retorted mercilessly.
The two of them bickered back and forth like this.
Soon, John was tightly bound and secured to the chair.
He lowered his head, his legs still bleeding, looking ashen-faced.
Tony walked up to John and turned to look at Luca beside him.
"All right, it's time for business. You ask or I ask?"
Luca leaned against the back of the sofa, adopting a posture of watching a show.
"You know, Tony. I've always been good at using my hands, not my mouth. Leave rough work like interrogation to you."
Hearing this, Tony couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"Please, Luca! Have some shame, will you! If your mouth isn't good at moving, then no one in North America is better at it than you!"
"The nonsense you use every day at parties to trick female models into bed is more than what I say in the board of directors all year!"
Luca wasn't angry at being exposed and immediately retorted with a smile.
"Thank you for the compliment, Tony. That is my personal charm. Someone like you who dates wrenches all day won't understand."
Tony ignored Luca's bragging.
Instead, he looked at John, putting away his joking expression, and his eyes turned serious.
"All right, freak. Let's play a Q&A game."
"Talk. Who the hell are you guys? Which organization do you belong to? Who sent you to kill us?"
John raised his head, his face full of unwillingness and anger.
He looked at Tony and sneered.
"Want me to say the name of the organization? Sure. Then you must first tell me, how on earth were we discovered? How on earth did you guys see through our plan?"
Hearing this request, Tony spread his hands and shrugged.
"Hear that, Luca. He's asking you. After all, you gathered the intelligence."
Luca was somewhat speechless and couldn't help shaking his head.
"What a pain."
Afterwards, he slowly walked up to John.
Seeing John's puzzled face, he smiled slightly.
"To be honest, buddy. I really don't know how to complain about your so-called assassination organization. Your confidentiality work is worse than doing nothing."
Luca bent down and stared into John's eyes.
"This afternoon, when we were holding a press conference at the Stark Industries headquarters, people from your organization were hiding in a black sedan two hundred meters away from the gate."
"They were whispering quietly, saying that tonight they would take care of me and Tony, and by the way, seize control of the company."
Luca spread his hands and made an innocent expression.
"Although their voices were very small. But it's hard for me not to hear them."
Hearing Luca's explanation,
John was once again completely dumbfounded.
He felt like his brain wasn't quite processing things correctly.
"Although I don't know the situation at that time, the person in charge of keeping watch in the organization must have been hidden in the dark hundreds of meters away! And absolutely sitting in a sealed car! There were still so many reporters making noise around!"
Speaking of this, John widened his eyes, finding it even more incomprehensible.
"Damn it, then how did you hear it?! Whispers from hundreds of meters away, you're telling me you could hear them?!"
John felt this was utterly absurd!
Is he even human?! Did this guy have a radar installed in his ears?!
You could hear conversations from hundreds of meters away, and you still blame us for poor confidentiality work?!
"Look In My Eyes!!"
"Are you human?! Huh?!"
"Speak!!"
John was so angry he laughed.
Meeting a person like this, what else could he say?!
Chapter 29: You At Least Let Me Speak!!
Some rejoiced while others worried.
Seeing John looking like he was about to break down, Lucas Stark smiled, patted his cheek, and explained.
"Oh, I am very sorry. I forgot that your intelligence system is too backward to know this piece of information."
Lucas Stark coughed and said with a straight face.
"As everyone knows, I am Superman. Aside from having greater strength and being able to shoot lasers, I also have super hearing. Therefore, I can hear sounds hundreds of meters away crystal clear."
"Including the conversation you had before even entering the hotel. Understood?"
"What was it you guys were just talking about? HYDRA, right? Didn't that organization disappear decades ago?"
As soon as Lucas Stark finished speaking.
Tony, standing nearby, couldn't listen any longer and unceremoniously roasted him.
"Please, Lucas Stark. Don't use the phrase 'as everyone knows' for yourself."
"Before tonight, the entire World only knew you as a hopeless playboy and scumbag. No one knew you were Superman."
Hearing Tony tearing down his act, several beauties couldn't help laughing out loud.
Hearing these words, John felt the blood rush to his head, and he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.
Fuck!
As everyone knows my ass!
The intelligence agencies all over the World have written in your file that you are [a rich second-generation heir who loves beauties and alcohol], okay?!
Besides, you already said you are Superman.
Their conspiracies hidden hundreds of meters away could be heard crystal clear by you.
This is completely a one-sided crushing defeat!
What else is there to say?!
The mission was impossible to succeed from the very beginning!
John was truly in despair.
But he still had one major question in his heart.
Thinking of this, he stared dead at Tony.
"Fine, even if you heard the plan in advance. When did you guys plant that missile in the corridor?!"
John's voice was filled with unwillingness.
"Intelligence shows that ever since you left the company in the afternoon, you've been partying on a yacht, and finally came straight to the hotel."
"You didn't bring any bodyguards or technicians with you either. How could you possibly have time to install Stark weapons in the corridor?!"
Facing John's confusion, Tony laughed smugly.
"This is the unparalleled genius thinking of the Stark Family!"
Tony pointed at his head and smiled with a raised eyebrow.
"I guess you must have met Happy in the lobby just now."
"That's right, that personal bodyguard of mine."
"He is not only a good bodyguard, but also a good employee with decent work efficiency. In fact, he wasn't fired by me at all; that was just a play acted out for you to see."
Tony walked forward and patted John's shoulder.
"While we were preparing for the party, we already had him go and install the missile in the corridor. This is a welcome gift Happy gave you on my behalf. How is it? Were the fireworks of the explosion good-looking? Do you like them?"
Hearing these words, John was already numb.
He was truly in despair!
Damn it! Turns out they had already stepped into a pre-arranged trap from the very moment they walked into the hotel!
And Happy, who seemed to be complaining about his boss, was actually verifying their identity and location!
They had even foolishly thought they were hunters hidden in the dark, having these two playboys in the bag.
In the end, after all that fuss, they were the Joker being played in the palm of someone's hand!
John took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
His pride was shattered.
Realizing that it was absolutely impossible to walk out alive today, he had already prepared himself to die.
As the saying goes, HYDRA will never be enslaved!
As soon as Tony saw John's look of closing his eyes and waiting for death, he knew the psychological warfare had worked.
Now was the best time for interrogation.
Thus, he looked at Lucas Stark and gave a look, meaning it was his turn to go.
Lucas Stark shrugged.
"I knew I'd have to end up doing the dirty work."
However, he still stretched his wrists and came before John.
Seeing John who had already closed his eyes waiting for death, he smiled.
"Looks like you like acting like a tough guy, and your mouth is still so stiff. Very good, I just like your temperament of rather dying than submitting. Only then is it more interesting to beat you up."
Hearing Lucas Stark's words, John opened his eyes and let out a cold sneer, expressing his unshakeable stance.
"I will absolutely never betray the organization! Don't even think about extracting a single word from my mouth!"
As an elite member cultivated by HYDRA with massive resources, he had long been prepared to sacrifice himself for the organization at any time.
It is absolutely impossible to sell out HYDRA's intelligence!!
Even if these two people beat him to death alive!!
However, just as John finished these bold and heroic words.
The next second.
"Slap!!!"
A loud slapping sound exploded in the room.
Lucas Stark directly slapped John on the left cheek.
"You'd better honestly confess to me right now! Tell me what is going on with your organization?!"
The force of this slap was extremely heavy.
John's left face instantly swelled up, leaving a clear palm print on it.
John was hit so hard that his head tilted to the side, and his ears were ringing.
He widened his eyes, seemingly wanting to open his mouth and say something.
However, Lucas Stark didn't wait for John to have any time to react at all.
"Slap!!!"
Another loud slap viciously struck the right cheek.
"I told you to speak up quickly! Are you deaf?!" Lucas Stark severely questioned again.
John's cheeks on both sides were already swollen like a pig's head.
He was beaten dizzy, his mouth open, mumbling and making some vague sounds, not knowing what he was saying.
Seeing this appearance, Lucas Stark immediately furrowed his brows.
"What bird language are you mumbling? Are you chanting a spell in front of me? Make it clear to me right now!"
Finished speaking, Lucas Stark's arm waved again.
"Slap!!!"
The third slap swung across fiercely.
This time the force was even heavier.
A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out of John's mouth, accompanied by several bloody teeth flying out.
Before John could even spit out the blood in his mouth cleanly.
Lucas Stark's slaps were like a storm, mercilessly striking once again.
"Slap!"
"Are you talking or not!"
"Slap!"
"Who on earth is it!"
"Slap!"
"Do you look down on me!"
John suffered a series of heavy blows once again.
He felt his head being constantly battered, and his soul seemed about to ascend to heaven.
At this moment.
He regretted it.
He felt that perhaps the organization wasn't that important anymore.
Confidentiality orders were just a joke in front of life.
If the damn Lucas Stark didn't stop his hands, he would really be slapped to death right here!
However, Lucas Stark hit way too fast, completely giving him no gap to open his mouth and speak!
John dared not hesitate any longer, immediately shaking with all his strength to signal Lucas Stark to stop for a moment.
Lucas Stark's about-to-fall slap stopped in mid-air, and he said somewhat impatiently.
"Are you going to talk or not? Do you know how precious my time is? Do you know how much money I can make in a minute? Can you afford to waste my time?"
John raised his head, his face swollen like a pig's head looking too terrible to look at.
Along the way, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood mixed with broken teeth from his leaky mouth, and then stammeringly opened his mouth.
"I'll talk! I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!"
John was aggrieved to the extreme, despairingly complaining.
"But you have to give me a chance to speak!! Slapping me one palm after another, not letting me open my mouth to speak, how am I supposed to talk?!! "
As soon as these words came out.
Tony was stunned.
Ethan and the six beauties were also stunned.
Lucas Stark was even more dumbfounded among the dumbfounded, a flash of embarrassment crossing his face.
Giving two dry coughs, he withdrew his hand somewhat sheepishly.
"Ahem... Oh. So that's how it is. My bad, I got too used to hitting. Well, you can talk about it now."
Chapter 30 Isn't this bullying an honest person?!
John saw Luca, who said "sorry" with a completely relaxed face, and his swollen face twitched slightly.
He felt a wave of lingering fear.
Damn Lucas Stark, how is this guy's strength so immense!
Being slapped in the face was even more agonizing than being hit by a car!
He was a genetically modified super soldier, and his bone density was several times that of an ordinary person.
But those few slaps just now almost scrambled his brains!
Just that close!
If he had taken just one more slap, he really would have gone to see the damned God today!
Luca didn't care what he was thinking. He casually picked up the towel on the table to wipe away the bloodstains, and then spoke with interest.
"Buddy, I don't quite understand."
"Weren't you very firm just now? Didn't you say that even if we beat you to death, it would be absolutely impossible to pry a single word out of your mouth?"
"What? Don't plan to stick to your great faith now? Actually, I can continue to cooperate with your performance. I'm a person who is particularly helpful."
Hearing this, John shuddered in fright.
He definitely didn't want to experience the feeling of his soul ascending to heaven again.
Confidentiality agreements and organizational faith could go to hell!
Surviving right now was the most important thing.
John wanted to take a deep breath, but accidentally tugged at the wound on his face, inhaling a sharp breath of cold air in pain.
With no other choice, he had to try his best to make his expression look very sincere.
"No! I'm not firm at all!"
Afterwards, he immediately put on a righteous look.
"Actually, as a righteous person, I sneer at the HYDRA organization's assassination plan against Mr. Luca and Mr. Tony!"
"This is definitely a completely wrong decision!"
"Who are Mr. Luca and Mr. Tony? Those are World-class important figures! Stark Industries has made indelible contributions to the development of this World! Without you, the World's technology would regress by at least fifty years!"
The more John spoke, the more excited he became, as if he were truly a loyal fan of the Stark Family.
"Today I actually suffered the bewitchment of those bastards in the organization and ran over to assassinate two great people!"
"I really deserve to die! It's simply unforgivable! I am willing to tell you everything I know to wash away my sins!"
At these words.
Everyone was stunned for a moment.
Luca was also stunned for a moment, seeming not to expect this guy's face-changing speed to be faster than turning a book.
Immediately after, several beauties really couldn't help laughing out loud.
The tense atmosphere was instantly broken.
Tony also heard it, but instead of feeling it was hypocritical, he nodded approvingly.
Then, he patted John's shoulder with great appreciation.
"Very good, freak. Although you look very ugly and like to wear tight clothes in the middle of the night, your vision is very good."
"I strongly approve of your statement. Well said, we are the people who change the World like this. The fact that you can realize your own mistakes shows that your brain is not completely broken yet."
Hearing Tony say this, Luca was so angry he laughed.
"Bro, can you have some shame? He was clearly talking about me, it was my personal charm and powerful strength that conquered him and made him see the error of his ways. Where did he mention you? You're completely patting yourself on the back."
When Tony heard this, he became unhappy.
He immediately turned his head, pointed at Luca's nose, and retorted loudly.
"Nonsense! He clearly just talked about the huge contribution of Stark Industries to the World!"
"Weapon research and development at Stark Industries is all done by me alone. Every day, aside from soaking in the laboratory researching those glowing things, you're out picking up chicks!"
"What contribution have you made to the World? You've only contributed to the sales of condoms in Los Angeles!"
Luca was poked in his sore spot and immediately raised his voice to retort.
"That is my personal hobby! Furthermore, once my scientific research achievements are announced, they will definitely shock the World!"
"Besides, I was the one who beat this guy down just now, and this is solid combat power! Without me, you would have already been stabbed through by him with a broken knife!"
"Bullshit! Even if you didn't lift a finger, I could still survive!" Tony stated haughtily.
The two brothers started arguing loudly over the topic of who was greater.
At this time, John silently observed the two brothers arguing until their faces turned red.
Seeing this, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Before setting out to execute the mission, to ensure nothing went wrong.
He specially sneaked into the intelligence database and collected more life reports about the two Stark brothers.
And facts told him that the reports indeed hadn't lied!
Everyone in the Stark Family was a megalomaniac!
Their bones were filled with arrogance, thinking that the World couldn't spin without them.
As long as he followed their temper, heavily flattered them, and satisfied their vanity, maybe he could really keep this little life today!
John silently gave a thumbs-up to his own little cleverness in his heart.
It seemed that as long as he acted subservient enough, this hurdle would be considered passed.
However, thinking about tonight's encounter, John still felt a twinge of heartbreak.
What a pity for two powerful teammates.
One was blown to death alive, not even leaving behind an intact corpse.
The other was shot into a hornet's nest by an assault rifle.
This was simply the biggest and most disgraceful mistake that had ever occurred since HYDRA executed missions!
John lowered his head, his eyeballs rolling wildly in their sockets.
He was still daydreaming that if he could escape by luck today, he would definitely report everything that happened here.
He must bring back a fully armed Superpower army to fiercely avenge today's grudge!
Just as his mind was wandering and a sneer couldn't help but appear at the corner of his mouth.
Suddenly.
"Slap!"
Another loud slap landed on his face.
John, dumbfounded, looked completely dumbfounded.
He felt his head buzz, seeing stars.
He had no idea what he did wrong again.
He clearly hadn't said anything!
Before he could react, Luca, who had just been arguing with Tony, looked at him with an extremely displeased face.
"What are you spacing out here for? Your eyeballs are rolling around like a windmill."
"Looking at that wretched smile of yours, at first glance you must be plotting in your heart how to bring people back to take revenge on us after escaping, right?"
John's heart sank, scared out of his wits.
How could this guy's intuition be so terrifying!
He hurriedly shook his head and denied it loudly.
"No! How could that be! There's definitely no such thing!"
"My admiration for the two Mr. Starks is as endless as the waters of the Mississippi River, and like the flooding of the Missouri River, completely out of control!"
"With me being like this, how could I possibly have those rebellious thoughts!"
Hearing this sentence, Luca was amused.
He crossed his arms over his chest, watching John's comical appearance.
"Buddy, your vocabulary is quite rich. But to be honest, compared to how you look right now, I still prefer your unruly look from just now."
John just wanted to curse.
Like hell you do!
When I was being tough just now, you almost beat me to death!
Now that I've caved in, you pull this routine again!
Isn't this bullying an honest person?!
Chapter 31: A Younger Brother Who Doesn't Want to Be an Older Brother Is Not a Good Younger Brother
Although he thought this in his heart, John still maintained a submissive and timid appearance on the surface.
Right now, he just wanted to quickly finish confessing the intelligence and then leave this damn place.
Lucas Stark couldn't be bothered to chat idly with this guy anymore.
It was already late, and he still planned to go back and catch up on some sleep.
Therefore, he pulled over a chair and sat opposite John.
"Alright, cut the crap."
"Quickly spit out everything you know. What on earth is going on with all of this? Who on earth sent you guys to kill us?"
"And why did your organization, which should have perished decades ago, suddenly appear again? Make it clear, and don't think about lying to me."
John originally still wanted to fool around a bit more and keep a few of the organization's secrets.
However, when he saw the seemingly calm smile at the corner of Lucas Stark's mouth, he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.
In the end, he still planned to answer honestly.
Otherwise, he wouldn't even be able to see the morning Sun.
"As for who exactly hired us to kill the two gentlemen, I really don't know about this."
Seeing Lucas Stark frown, John hurriedly explained.
"I swear I am not lying! Because we are just operational personnel of the organization, specifically responsible for executing assassination missions."
"This is the rule within HYDRA. The authority of people at each level is clearly separated; we only need to follow the superiors' instructions to complete the mission, and we neither need nor are qualified to know who the employer is."
"Knowing too much means dying faster."
Hearing this, Tony interrupted impatiently.
"Aren't you just saying nothing at all? It's all nonsense! We kept your life not to listen to you talk about these damn rules."
Lucas Stark also curled his lips and complained.
"It seems keeping you has no value either; we might as well just chop him into pieces and flush him down the toilet."
As he spoke, Lucas Stark raised his hand, gesturing as if to activate the lasers from his eyes.
Seeing this posture, John was so scared that his heart was about to jump out.
He hurriedly struggled violently and shouted loudly.
"Wait! Wait! Don't do it! I have other news! Very valuable news!"
Only then did Lucas Stark stop the action in his hands and issued a warning.
"Listen, buddy. My patience is limited. Next time you have anything to say, you'd better finish it all at once. Otherwise, I can't guarantee you'll walk out of this door alive."
John nodded desperately.
Damn it, he almost said goodbye to this World!
"After hearing this news, you might find it hard to accept. But this is absolutely true."
Hearing John say this, Lucas Stark raised an eyebrow, becoming a bit interested.
"Oh? Hard to accept? Let's hear it. I'd like to see what kind of news could make me feel it's hard to accept. I'm quite curious."
John glanced at the people around him, lowered his voice, and spoke mysteriously.
"Although I don't know the specific employer's name."
"However, according to some gossip I got in the organization's Base, plus my personal guess, the person who spent a huge amount of money to buy your lives is Obadiah Stane."
He paused and emphasized the identity of this name.
"Which is the veteran of your Stark Industries, that uncle you trust the most."
Fearing that they wouldn't believe him, John hurriedly added.
"This is what I accidentally overheard when my superior leaders were talking in the Base earlier."
"They said that as long as the two of you brothers die, Obadiah Stane will be the biggest leader and actual controller of Stark Industries."
"At that time, we HYDRA will be able to control the weapon manufacturing lines of the entire Stark Industries much more conveniently through him."
After finishing these words, John carefully raised his head and glanced at Tony and Lucas Stark.
Fearing that the two brothers would lose control of their emotions on the spot and then vent all their anger on him.
However.
As time passed second by second.
The room remained very quiet.
John was surprised to find that neither Tony nor Lucas Stark showed expressions of shock, anger, or incredulity.
Tony was still holding his wine glass and drinking, while Lucas Stark stared at him with a calm expression.
John felt very strange.
This plot isn't right!
When normal people hear this kind of news about being betrayed by a relative, they shouldn't have this reaction.
He couldn't help but speak up.
"Are you guys not shocked at all? This is your uncle! He watched you grow up! And yet he paid hitmen to kill you!"
Hearing John's fussing cries, Tony looked at John as if looking at an idiot.
"Do you really think we are fools? Do you think we've mixed in the business World for so many years by luck? Could we possibly not guess who wants our lives?!"
Tony sneered.
"Back when I was kidnapped, I already felt it was strange."
"The weapons in the hands of the Terrorists were all the latest equipment of Stark Industries. In the company, apart from Obadiah, there's no second person who could bypass me and ship out so many high-end weapons."
Lucas Stark also smiled, extended his hand, and gently patted John's face.
"Kid, you need to figure one thing out. We are just billionaires who like to enjoy life, not brainless idiots. Understand?"
"We already guessed the possibility of Obadiah long ago, and we've even made plans for counterattack."
"Now that you've told us this news, it just confirms our previous guess. There's no novelty to it."
After listening, John was dumbfounded.
It turned out they knew all along!
The smartest brains in the World were indeed not something a killer like him could compare with.
He felt like a Joker.
However, Lucas Stark changed the subject.
"However, anyway, you did provide a useful piece of news, saving me the trouble of verifying it. Consider that you've made a contribution."
Lucas Stark took a sip of Water and continued the interrogation.
"Now, keep talking. Tell me other things you still know, especially about your damn organization."
Hearing that he had made a contribution, John let out a huge sigh of relief in his heart.
He hurriedly nodded repeatedly and began to recount the intelligence he knew.
In fact, just as he said himself, as an operational personnel, the secrets he knew were not many.
Ever since he could remember, he had always lived in a HYDRA secret Base located deep underground.
Every day he had to accept all kinds of cruel training and inhuman genetic modification experiments.
He couldn't remember what his original name was, only knowing that he was a killing machine mass-produced by the organization.
He had no life belonging to himself.
This time coming to execute the assassination mission, the temporary code name assigned to him by the organization was John.
And in the organization's internal system, his code name was Lightning Warrior.
Hearing this code name, Tony, who hadn't spoken much all along, couldn't help but complain.
"Lightning Warrior? That sounds so awful! Did the people in your organization copy names directly from comic books of the last century?"
"I swear, the person who came up with the name definitely has no aesthetic sense."
Lucas Stark was somewhat speechless.
"Alright, bro. Why do you care what they're called? Be quiet and let him finish speaking."
Tony shrugged indifferently and stopped interrupting.
John secretly glanced at the two brothers.
He felt very strange.
According to the intelligence data, Tony Stark was the older brother, while Lucas Stark was the younger brother who was several years younger.
But looking at the current situation, it clearly seemed like Lucas Stark was the older brother in control of the overall situation, whereas Tony instead looked like the younger brother who occasionally interrupted and caused trouble.
The bond and interaction pattern of these two brothers really made people feel strange.
Completely unlike those wealthy family brothers who fought head-over-heels for inheritance.
Chapter 32 Cut off one head, two grow back!
However, John was currently in no position to protect himself and didn't have the guts to overthink these wealthy family feuds.
He quickly reined in his thoughts and continued speaking from where he left off.
He stated that the information management of the HYDRA organization was extremely closed-off.
Everyone was like an independent component, only able to know that tiny bit of information within their own clearance level.
Just like himself, he only knew that he was an assassin cultivated by the organization.
His mission was to take charge of and execute various extremely difficult assassination missions all over the World, clearing obstacles for the organization.
As for other plans, he had no access to them.
This was also HYDRA's most important hierarchical rule, and crossing boundaries was strictly prohibited.
However, there was a belief deeply rooted in the minds of every HYDRA member.
Speaking of this, a trace of fanaticism flashed in John's eyes.
"That is to continuously strengthen HYDRA's power! No matter what the price, HYDRA will eventually rule the entire World! Cut off one head, two grow back! Long live HYDRA!"
John shouted the slogan passionately.
Luca slapped the back of John's head, interrupting his fanaticism.
"Don't shout slogans at me here! This isn't a pyramid scheme site. Keep talking about something useful."
John shrank his neck and behaved himself.
If you want me to speak, just speak, why are you using your hands...
Can't you be a bit more civilized...
But he didn't dare to say much else; he couldn't beat him in a fight, nor could he win in an argument.
As for the initial origin of the organization HYDRA.
To be honest, John himself wasn't very clear about it.
He only knew that the organization had a very long history.
"You may have seen in history books that during World War II, Captain America defeated HYDRA and saved the World."
There was a hint of sarcasm in John's tone.
"Actually, those are all deceptions. Back then, the European branch of HYDRA led by Red Skull Schmidt was merely the only thing Captain America went through great lengths to wipe out. The true core strength of HYDRA had long infiltrated all over the World."
John glanced at everyone and threw out a bombshell piece of news.
"Furthermore, according to some fragmentary news I've obtained in the Base over these years."
"Schmidt, whom everyone believed died in the plane crash, seemingly didn't die either. Based on guesses, he simply went to a place where no one knows."
Having finished speaking about this history, John paused for a moment.
Then he threw out the doubt he had always held.
"Actually, there has always been one thing I couldn't figure out. This is also the last point I want to tell you."
"Logically speaking, for such a major assassination plan targeting the Stark Family, S.H.I.E.L.D. would definitely have caught some wind of it."
John shook his head, completely baffled.
"Since they knew you were in danger, why didn't they send Agents to protect you tonight? Just letting us sneak in so easily?"
"If you hadn't prepared yourselves, you would have died a hundred times tonight."
Hearing the question thrown out by John.
Tony and Luca's movements stopped at the same time.
Their gazes met in mid-air, seeing the solemnity in each other's eyes.
But neither of them spoke, silently digesting the information they had just heard.
Luca felt completely speechless.
He originally thought Captain America was badass, only to find out that what he risked his life to wipe out back then was merely a branch of HYDRA?
If this news were to spread outside, governments and historians all over the World would probably be shocked into speechlessness.
"Shocking! Captain America turned out to be this kind of person..."
"Shocking! A secret that has deceived everyone for decades..."
But regardless.
It seemed that the organization HYDRA was indeed a behemoth hidden in the shadows, with unfathomable strength.
Finding some time, he felt he must thoroughly investigate what was going on here.
As for S.H.I.E.L.D. mentioned by John?
Luca's mind immediately brought up the Agent with a pitiful hairline from daytime.
What did he remember that guy's name was again?
Oh, right, it seemed to be Phil Coulson.
This hairline-crisis man at the time claimed to be from the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division, abbreviated as S.H.I.E.L.D.
If what John said was true.
Then this S.H.I.E.L.D. was clearly a mysterious organization standing opposite HYDRA and likewise possessing massive resources.
Moreover, it was still hard to tell whether S.H.I.E.L.D. was friend or foe, as it was unknown what kind of business they were actually up to.
Luca turned his head to glance at Tony.
Tony was furrowing his brows tightly at this moment, clearly also pondering something.
He understood that the other party must also have realized the severity of the matter.
Originally, they only intended to deal with the traitors in the company.
As it turned out now, it seemed that without knowing it, they had already been dragged into the vortex between two mysterious organizations.
Just when Luca was still thinking of countermeasures.
Tony suddenly spoke up and interrupted his train of thought.
"These two damned organizations, their names are uglier than the other."
"One is called HYDRA, sounding like a disgusting reptile. Another is called S.H.I.E.L.D., sounding like a company that sells security tools."
"Can't they learn from Stark Industries and give themselves a name with a bit of a technological feel?"
"Why are you all looking at me?! Am I not right?"
Luca felt somewhat helpless.
How could Tony still be obsessing over the issue of names at a time like this.
Rubbing his temples, Luca decided to ignore the other's brain circuits.
After Tony finished speaking, he suddenly walked over to a briefcase in the corner of the living room.
He squatted down, opened the combination lock of the briefcase, and rummaged through it for a while.
Soon, Tony took out a miniature mechanical device flashing with a faint red light.
The front end of the device also carried a tiny syringe needle.
This device was only the size of a fingernail, extremely compact.
Holding this thing, Tony returned in front of John.
Under the other's dazed gaze, he rudely ripped open the combat uniform on his chest.
Then, the miniature machine in Tony's hand aimed at the location of John's heart.
With a soft puff sound.
Tony fiercely implanted the device near John's heart!
John was greatly startled, his eyes widened into circles.
He felt a tingling pain in his chest, as a cold foreign object burrowed into his body.
He was terrified, frantically twisting on the chair, trying to dodge.
"Damned Stark! What did you do to me! What on earth did you inject into me!!"
John screamed in panic.
Seeing Tony's action, Luca also became interested.
He quickly hurried over to look at the small red dot on John's chest and curiously spoke.
"Tony, what stuff did you inject him with? A new type of poison? Or a tracker? The workmanship looks a bit crude, like a product of the last century."
Chapter 33: This World is Full of Malice!
Hearing Luca question his technology, Tony immediately puffed out his chest with absolute confidence.
"Put away your ignorance, Luca. This is just a miniature high-explosive bomb I casually made when I felt bored in the lab before."
Tony pointed at John's chest and explained in detail.
"Although this bomb is small in size, its power is enough to blow an elephant into minced meat."
"Right now, it has firmly attached itself to the surface of this guy's heart. And the bomb's activation program has been connected to Jarvis's core code."
Tony looked at the pale-faced John and sneered.
"Only I have the control privileges for this thing."
"As long as I open the computer and set a timer program. When the time comes, as long as the countdown reaches zero. No matter where he runs to the ends of the earth, or how thick the cover he hides behind."
"Bang! This bomb will automatically explode."
Tony made an exploding gesture.
"At that time, this guy's heart will instantly turn into a bunch of fireworks, and he won't be able to survive no matter what. Even if God comes, he won't be able to save him."
After hearing the explanation, John felt completely numb all over!
WTF?!
What the hell kind of demon brothers are these?!
He had already clearly confessed all the secret intelligence he knew, yet they still refused to let him go?!
Not only did they not let him go, but they were also going to implant a bomb in his heart?!
Can rich people just act so unscrupulously?!
John closed his eyes in despair, tears almost streaming down.
He felt that this World was full of malice.
Some are Happy while others are worried.
After hearing Tony's insane arrangement, not only did Luca not stop him, but he couldn't help laughing instead.
Because a brilliant idea popped into his head.
He stepped forward, looking down condescendingly at the ashen-faced John.
"Don't make that expression like your father just died. The good news is that your leg isn't broken; my laser just slightly pierced through your thigh muscle, so walking might be a bit difficult in the future."
"After all, when I made my move just now, I deliberately controlled the output power. I am a merciful person."
Luca smiled and said.
"If you really want to survive, I can give you a chance right now."
Hearing these words, John opened his eyes, as if grabbing a straw to save his life.
However, Luca immediately put forward his own conditions.
"However, there is no free lunch in this World. After you go back and see your superiors, you must report the situation tonight."
"You must tell them that the reason this assassination mission failed was entirely because S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents were ambushed in the hotel in advance! It was the people from S.H.I.E.L.D. who secretly protected us, killed two team members, and injured you."
Speaking of this, Luca reached out and patted John's cheek.
"And the most important point. You are absolutely forbidden to reveal to anyone that I have a Superpower."
"You must bite the bullet and insist that Tony and I are just playboys scared out of our wits. All the counterattacks were done by S.H.I.E.L.D."
"Do you understand?!"
John's expression began to change, and his heart fell into a struggle.
He was no fool and instantly understood why they were doing this.
This damned playboy was simply too dark-hearted!
He wanted to shift the blame for the failed assassination onto S.H.I.E.L.D.!
He wanted to instigate conflict between HYDRA and S.H.I.E.L.D.!
And this guy was so insidious, insisting on hiding his trump card of having a Superpower.
If he agreed to this condition of going back and lying to the organization.
But once the organization found out the truth, he would definitely face punishments far more painful than death.
But if he didn't agree, he was 100% sure he would be killed immediately.
No matter what he did, he would die either way.
But agreeing to Luca meant he could at least live a little longer for now.
This was a choice with absolutely no way out.
John let out a sigh, as if exhausting all his strength.
Clearly, his backbone bent completely.
Finally, John lowered his head and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"I understand what to do. It was all done by S.H.I.E.L.D. Mr. Stark is just an ordinary wealthy man."
Hearing the reply, Luca snapped his fingers in satisfaction.
"Very good. I just like doing business with smart people."
Subsequently, Luca waved at Ethan standing in the corner.
"Ethan, come over and lend a hand. Untie this suffering lightning warrior. Let him hurry back to report his mission."
...
Ten minutes later.
On a street not far from the hotel entrance.
A pitch-black Rolls-Royce quietly parked on the roadside.
The car engine was not turned off, emitting a slight humming sound.
The heating in the carriage was turned on fully.
Happy sat in the driver's seat.
His gaze occasionally glanced through the car window towards the direction of the hotel entrance.
At this moment, Happy's heart was very unsettled.
He was waiting for Luca and Tony.
To be honest, as the World's top wealthy individuals, the two bosses had actually encountered quite a lot of extortion and assassinations growing up.
Over the years, as their most trusted bodyguard, Happy had also blocked many open and hidden arrows for them.
But this time was different.
The situation tonight completely exceeded Happy's cognition.
This time, the bosses even used heavy weapons like miniature missiles!
The explosion just now was heard clearly even by Happy sitting in the car.
This undoubtedly illustrated the seriousness of the matter.
Happy sighed and rubbed his somewhat swollen temples.
Although Tony and Luca usually always showed a relaxed appearance,
and spent whole days partying, drinking fine wine, and flirting with beauties, as if they didn't take anything to heart and had a smiling face for everyone,
but Happy knew very well in his heart that this was just a disguise they used to paralyze outsiders.
In fact, he and Pepper had discussed it many times in private, and they had long guessed the truth of some matters.
As someone who could make a name for himself in a business empire full of scheming, none of them were fools, including him, a bodyguard who looked somewhat honest.
To be honest, by the side of the World's richest man, the bodyguard was actually one of the closest people.
Every day, Happy followed behind the two bosses, picking them up and dropping them off at various occasions, and coming into contact with all sorts of people.
And in this process, he naturally came into contact with some of the core secrets of Tony or Luca.
Therefore, Happy understood Luca and Tony's current situation very well.
Being betrayed by the uncle he trusted most, that feeling definitely didn't feel good.
For this kind of thing, no matter how sad they were inside, it wasn't convenient for them to tell others everywhere, they could only hold it in their hearts and use a life of debauchery to cover it up.
Moreover, Happy could guess without thinking too much.
The assassination mission tonight might have been sent by Obadiah.
Except for him, no one else could grasp the bosses' itinerary so precisely and get so many heavy weapons.
Thinking of this, Happy's eyes immediately revealed a fierce light.
Damned Obadiah!
The Stark Family didn't treat him poorly!
When Mr. Howard Stark was alive, he treated him like a brother.
Tony and Luca treated him even more like family, giving him countless wealth and status.
Why must he do this? Can human hearts really be this evil?
Happy clenched his fists, really wanting to rush to Obadiah's home right now, put a gun to the old bald head's head, and ask clearly.