Plane replacement

Chapter 61 You Have 10 Minutes to Teach Me

Natasha followed behind Wang Hua, and before she reached Tony, she relied on her understanding of people's hearts to think about how to provoke the relationship between Tony and Wang Hua.

Because only when there is a crisis of trust between the two, can Natasha get the information she wants, such as what is Wang Hua's purpose?
A black household without any information appeared next to one of the few wealthy businessmen in the world. Anyone who thought about it could guess that he had something up his sleeve.

"Tony, there is a beautiful woman here who wants to see you." Wang Hua said.

"Huh?" Tony and Pozzi turned their heads at the same time. Tony's eyes lit up when he saw Natasha's beauty, while Pozzy pinched the elbow of Tony who was in a daze with a look of wariness.

"Your romantic debt again? Mr. Tony?" Bozi asked in a strange voice, paused, and said angrily, "You can handle it yourself!"

"Hey, no, listen to me." Tony didn't realize at all that, as the boss, he didn't need to explain anything to Pozzi.

"Well, beauty, you saw it too, because you, my right-hand man, let me go, you'd better give me a reasonable explanation." Tony said seriously.

"Hello, Mr. Tony, I'm Natasha Romanov from the Stark Technology Legal Department." Natasha revealed her identity arranged by Fury this time, and continued: "As a member of the company, from It’s a disappointment not to have met your boss.”

"I'm sorry for Miss Bozi's reaction. If I had the chance, I think I should leave the legal department and change jobs." Natasha's meaning was obvious, and both Tony and Wang Hua could hear it clearly. Among the beauties Tony met, there were many like Natasha, but Natasha was more fascinating than before.

"You will have a chance, but not now." Tony doesn't want to talk about this in public. If he is photographed by the unscrupulous media, he will definitely publicize it and subtly discipline his employees.

"Mr. Tony, I heard that your party is for Mr. Wang Hua. I'm curious. Is Mr. Wang Hua also in the arms business?" Many people who are curious about Wang Hua's identity want to know the most.

"Hua? He doesn't sell weapons. His products are much more advanced than mine." Tony vetoed, but the ambiguous words made Natasha and the curious crowd unable to understand. This Wang Hua What is it about.

Why does Tony, who is Iron Man, think he is inferior to Wang Hua? What is the origin of this Wang Hua?
"Mr. Wang Hua, can you satisfy everyone's curiosity? What kind of technology is more advanced than steel armor?" A Caucasian man in the crowd asked curiously, and this was what Natasha expected things.

"Don't take it seriously, Tony is burying me. I'm not good at technology." Wang Hua paused, pretending to be envious and said: "His steel armor is the most advanced technology at the moment."

"If you want to see the most advanced technological products, you can definitely go to the Stark Expo in New York. During the one-year expo, there are many eye-catching inventions." Wang Hua changed the subject and took the opportunity Sent an ad to Tony.

Natasha remained silent on the surface, thinking in her heart that since Tony said that he was inferior to Wang Hua, it must be groundless, but Wang Hua himself avoided this question, and coupled with the contact with Hammer just now.

"There must be something strange here."

But Natasha can't do anything to Wang Hua. Taking a step back, her mission is to investigate whether Tony Iron Man is qualified to join the Avengers.

The investigation of Wang Hua is only out of personal interest.

There's no need for Wang Hua to have trouble with S.H.I.E.L.D. He still has a lot of plans that he hasn't carried out, and making a fortune silently is the kingly way.

Natasha didn't get much useful information, but based on her intuition, Natasha directly listed Wang Hua as suspicious.

"Hua, do you know how to drive F1? Are you interested in participating in racing competitions?" Tony asked after avoiding Bozi.

As in the original plot, Tony participated in the competition privately without discussing with Pozzi. However, as the main sponsor of this competition, Tony does have the right to temporarily change the contestants.

"Okay, I came here for the racing car, why don't you go up and play with it?" Wang Hua said so, and said in his heart: "Why don't I go with you, and I will meet the whip lock later, how can I stage it?" A scene where the hero saves Iron Man."

"If you are not careful, you will be killed by the chain, who will help me tailor the steel armor."

Tony quickly helped Wang Hua arrange the corresponding procedures. The two put on the special protective clothing for the competition and waited in the waiting area for the upcoming competition.

"Tony, how long is it until the game?" Wang Hua asked suddenly, looking anxious.

"There are still about ten minutes." Tony looked at the time. He thought Wang Hua's performance was due to nervousness before the game, so he comforted him: "Don't be nervous, it's like this for the first game, just get used to it. Wait a while Go up, you can drive as usual."

"Well... Tony, I have never been to an F1 car before." Wang Hua's abrupt words stunned Tony for a long time.

"You've never driven a race car?"

"No?" Although Wang Hua has never been here, relying on his innate strength, it is not difficult to master the rules and skills of F1 racing in a short period of time. "However, you still have 10 minutes to teach me how to drive an F1 car."

Tony only knows that Wang Hua is a mutant with passive replacement ability, and he seems to be able to use some ninjutsu to cover his eyes. He has never seen Wang Hua's real strength.

If you don't understand, you naturally don't trust it.

"There are still 10 minutes, and there is still time. I will ask the organizer to replace you or judge you to retire." Tony does not think that Wang Huan can learn F10 racing in 1 minutes.

Compared with family cars, F1 racing cars are very difficult to control. Its speed can be increased to 100 kilometers per hour in three seconds and 200 kilometers per hour in five seconds.

It is difficult for ordinary people to control an F1 car to run in a straight line, let alone Monaco, the world's top racing competition. F1 racing people.

Tony was using his private rights to replace the two drivers he sponsored. If something happened in the race later, after checking, Wang Hua didn't even have a driver's license, then this Monaco race would be interesting.

"Don't worry, you just need to hand over the most basic things to me." Wang Hua didn't want to continue arguing over the question of whether to retire or not, and wasted a little time. He decided to make a quick decision and learn early. He also has more time to reflect.

"Are you sure? Hua, this is not a joke." Tony regretted asking Wang Hua to compete with him, and said in his heart: "You said you have never driven an F1 car. Once I let you participate, you promised to compete with the old driver for many years." It's just as random. What kind of trouble is it going to be?"

Ten minutes passed quickly, and Tony couldn't hold back Wang Hua. After briefly teaching him the basic driving skills, Wang Hua and Tony stepped into the racing track one after another and parked beside their respective cars.

"Now the Monaco F1 race is about to begin!"

"Wait, we saw a familiar face on the field. He is Tony the Iron Man." All the cameras focused on Tony, and the background happened to be Wang Hua who was familiarizing himself with the condition of the car.

"Asshole! He actually participated in the competition without telling me." Bozi saw the live broadcast of the stadium, hurriedly contacted Hogan, and went to the stadium.

"He's also participating? I'm getting more and more interested in him." Natasha took a sip of the red wine, brushed her long golden hair with her hands, and said with a meaningful smile.

"Hey, the one behind Tony, isn't it the Middle Eastern businessman just now!" Hammer pushed his black-rimmed glasses, wondering.

"Stark family, today is the time for you to pay the price." Whiplock Ivan straightened his yellow-brown service uniform, hatred had already swallowed his mind.

"Monaco Grand Prix: Five! Four! Three! Two! One! ... GO!"

(End of this chapter)