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Power stone, please
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"Of all people, you know who I am…who the world needs me to be. I'm Wonder Woman."-Wonder Woman
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"So... why are we here? How many car modifications do you want to steal?" the old bartender asked silently.
New Jersey is located in the northeastern part of the United States, not far from New York. Ocean City is a coastal city with extensive connections, convenient transportation, and prosperous business and trade. The two of them drove all the way and took a shortcut into Ocean City. Not long ago, the two of them found a place to disguise themselves and make things easier. The old bartender escapes all year round and is very good at making up. For him, pretending to be himself is the most basic way to save his life.
Under Downey's repeated requests, the two came here. The largest and most famous racing track in the area coincided with the start of the racing competition.
was crowded with spectators on all sides, the vast auditorium was full, and the atmosphere was warm and emotional, making people secretly smacked. From time to time, I saw people shouting frantically with flags and trumpets, waving flags, and cheering.
"To meet someone, a very interesting person, a **** and an arms dealer, I didn't expect to run into him here."
Downey stared at the racing track, reaching out to scratch his head from time to time. The wig on this end made him extremely uncomfortable. Fortunately, he didn't stick it on like the old bartender but simply put it on.
The broadcaster turned on the broadcast, narrated passionately to the audience, and focused on introducing a racing driver on the field. Every word he said made the already popular atmosphere of the audience to a higher level. In the end, it was almost crazy! Especially some young and beautiful women, emotionally excited amid the crazy screams, their faces flushed, and they were about to faint.
"Let us welcome the last racer, the famous genius, the helm of Stark Industries-Tony Stark!"
The whole audience exploded in an instant, and countless spectators jumped up, roaring and screaming, the sound of trumpets one after another, countless bright flags waved sharply, and all the auditoriums were like splashes of water in a hot oil pan, and they were full of joy.
"Tony! Tony! Look here! Oh, God, I'm not good anymore, he is so handsome, so charming, I think he is more handsome than Wayne...I'm going to die!" A young woman was holding her chest, tall and straight With intense breathing, the two peaks continued to rise and fall, and the eyes of all the animals next to him were straight.
The old bartender was also shocked by the people's madness. He leaned into Donnie's ear and shouted, "You just want to see him? What's so good about him, let's get to the business!"
The old bartender has been obsessed with killing vampires since he set out. He has to personally make the group of things pay a painful price.
In the arena, a middle-aged uncle waved his arms in all directions, and every movement would cause the audience to cheer once until all the auditoriums only left a unified voice: "Stark! Stark! Stark!" !"
The middle-aged uncle bowed deeply to the audience, with impeccable standards of action, and then continued to blow kisses to places with many women. Many women were so excited that they fainted on the spot.
Even if he was far away, Downey could feel the slapstick feeling rushing over his face.
Some men are jealous, jealous, chattering with each other, extremely dissatisfied, and envious.
"Have you heard that the **** Stark slept the cover girl of the latest issue again last night? It's really amazing. Did he sleep all the cover girls of last year's Maxim magazine?"
"In the gossip weekly news, it is said that he was not scheduled on the itinerary in March, so he had to reluctantly let it go, but in December it was twins, and that guy slept full twelve."
"I'm also very handsome, why don't women take the initiative to find me?"
A voluptuously dressed mature woman heard the voice and turned around enthusiastically to take a look at the look of the boastful guy. She was a squinting old man, probably in his seventies or eighties, and turned around and vomited on the spot.
Downey laughed out loud, really couldn't help it.
"What are you doing, young man, do you have any opinion on how handsome I am?" The boastful grandfather was very annoyed, "When I was young, that was also a fanatic."
The uncle put his hand on Downey's shoulder, not wanting Downey's hair to be a bit long, accidentally pulled a few of them, and then pulled off the whole hair...
A bright and blind bald head appeared in front of the world, reflecting countless sunlight, blinding the eyes of countless innocent people without warning, and causing scolding!
"Who is so wicked and brought the mirror here? What about good quality?"
There are a few big guys who are blinded and scolded, looking around, they will find the guy with the mirror to have a punch.
Downey darkened his face and stared at the uncle fiercely: "I hate others moving my hair the most, you are done with you! Don't think I dare not beat the elderly!"
The uncle looked at him, he was a bit embarrassed at first, but when he heard this, his temper came up and he was immediately stunned: "What's the matter, isn't it just a bald head? You are allowed to be bald but you are not allowed to watch it? I was a fitness enthusiast when I was young, and you beat me. Try it. Nowadays young people really don't know what to say, what kind of guys like Downey, take the lead in killing Matt and spoiling young people, I didn't expect to meet you with such a bald head today. Suntan lotion is often put on his head. Right? How else could it be so bright!"
More and more people joined the journey of looking for the mirror because another group of people was blind. They shouted, trying to find out that hateful guy, what mirror should the audience take? It's too much.
"You, you, you..." Downey stared at the uncle fiercely, aggrieved and helpless, quickly put on a wig, finally let out a cruel word, turned, and left, walking sullenly.
The old bartender followed him and had a good time. He chuckled and laughed at how much Donnie sunscreen was put on so that Downey kicked him annoyed.
"You haven't told me yet. What do you see that Stark is doing? That guy is highly respected and talented. All the big guys in the United States are holding him. Everyone wants to see him make more powerful weapons. You want him to give Do you build a chariot?" The old bartender stood up nonchalantly and chased Downey to ask why.
"I said I was attracted by the propaganda slogans along the way. Do you believe it... Okay, I'm considering investing in Stark Industries. I want to buy some shares in the Stark family. Money makes money. The quick way~www.mtlnovel.com~ Downey explained that he already has eight or nine million dollars in his hand, and he is about to attack Dickon, and he will also **** a batch of valuables such as antiques, calligraphy, and painting. As soon as I realized that I had more than 10 million US dollars on hand, it would be better to buy all the shares of Stark Industries.
The old bartender sneered. Ten million dollars looked like a lot, but it would be a big splash when it fell into the trillion-dollar conglomerate of Stark Industries.
"Not many people will easily sell shares of Stark Industries, and the sellers will also ask for a high price." said the old bartender.
"Don't worry about this, just look at it." Downey knew very well that when Stark disappeared, and when he returned, announcing the closure of the Weapons Department would cause the stock price of Stark Industries to plummet, and that would be his shot. The best time.
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On the other side, Tony Stark took off his helmet, revealing his sweaty face. He often participated in this exciting activity of racing when he was young. In recent years, he has not enjoyed as much fun as it is today, because some people will stop him. He, he is not allowed to participate in such dangerous events.
Tony walked slowly to the bathroom, and his faithful bodyguard, Hapi, stood outside the door like an iron tower. He wanted to follow up but was rejected by the arrogant Tony.
"Hapi, I don't like that when I go to the bathroom, a man is staring at me behind my back. You just have to stand at the door." Tony said.
But what he didn't know was that a few people in strange costumes who had been waiting in the bathroom for a long time were quietly preparing. Taking advantage of Tony's coming in, they were unprepared and held him from behind. A piece of medicine cloth instantly covered him. Snout.
In his last consciousness, Tony barely saw a few weird guys wrapped tightly around him, and the gaze behind those lenses seemed to be mocking.