American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

#69 - This photo...is it clean?

S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters, Director's Office.

“I need you and Hawkeye to protect Tony Stark.

According to the latest intelligence we have, the Ten Rings has dispatched a powerful assassin to New York in secret…”

Sitting behind the desk, Nick Fury raised his hand and handed Coulson a file, his face gloomy.

“Coulson, find this assassin as soon as possible!”

Looking at the ferocious-looking assassin on the file, Coulson smiled wryly.

“Director Fury, Mr. Stark's attitude towards S.H.I.E.L.D. has never been very friendly.

This time, I'm afraid he won't easily accept our protection…”

He felt a headache just thinking about the previous experiences and the other party's disdainful look.

Backlit, Nick Fury's eyes flickered, and he threw out a photo expressionlessly.

“He will.”

Coulson concentrated and studied it carefully with the most professional attitude, but he couldn't see anything special.

“Director Fury, what's wrong with the orange cat in this photo?”

Silence, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

“……”

Sneaking a glance, Fury silently covered the photo with his left hand, while his other hand was busy under the table for a long time.

Coulson only saw Director Fury's right hand shaking back and forth under his body, even causing the table to tremble. Finally, his body shuddered, and he let out a long sigh of relief, throwing a photo on the table with an after-the-fact expression, pretending to be calm.

“He will.”

Coulson: “……”

Did he just repeat the previous line?

And this photo… is it clean?

Looking tangled, Coulson hesitated for a long time. Seeing that Director Fury was getting impatient, he reluctantly reached out his right hand to pinch the photo on the table.

Pa.

“Why are you being so slow?”

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

“Take the photo and get out of here.”

Staring at the place that right hand had touched, Coulson looked dazed.

Am I… unclean now?

… …

Stark Industries Tower, in the corridor.

“Tony, what are we going to do next? After this incident, your uncle Obadiah Stane will definitely not let it go so easily!”

Carrying the box, Pepper Potts looked worried, following closely behind Tony.

“Uncle? If doing fake accounts, privately misappropriating company property, and smuggling weapons to terrorists counts, then he really is a good uncle!”

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

To this end, he wore the latest designed Mark-3 light-duty powered armor, personally rushing to the Middle East to rescue hostages and deal with weapons smuggling issues.

On the way back, he even had friction with the military, accidentally damaging an F22 armed fighter jet…

Step.

Stopping, Tony silently looked at the sun on the horizon through the corridor window.

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

He sighed: “I hope we don’t eventually come to blows…”

… …

Night fell, in a luxury cruise ship on the Hudson River.

Obadiah Stane secretly met with an assassin in the room.

The man had spiky hair, dressed shabbily, and was 2.5 meters tall, looking like a savage giant.

He sat on a single sofa, completely filling the space, making him look even taller.

Waving away the surrounding waitresses, Obadiah personally opened a bottle of high-end red wine and poured a glass for the other party.

“Mr. Uvogin, how confident are you in dealing with Tony Stark?”

Looking at the red wine in the glass, Uvogin picked it up and drank it in one gulp without any politeness.

His rude appearance made Obadiah feel a burst of contempt in his heart.

“Hahahaha, don't worry, Stane, old brother, he's just a spoiled playboy, simpler than any chicken I've ever killed!”

Arrogant!

Obadiah was unhappy in his heart. What he needed was not this kind of arrogant and conceited guy, but a cold-blooded assassin who was calm, meticulous, prepared to do everything to achieve his goals, and hid in the dark to deliver a fatal blow.

During the previous assassination in Afghanistan, he made so many detailed plans and arrangements beforehand, but Tony Stark still escaped death.

Now, the other party dared to make such a boastful statement alone, which made Obadiah's face quickly cool down.

“Uvogin.”

I only call you 'Mr.' when I'm giving you face. If I'm not giving you face, I won't even say 'Mr.'

He leaned back on the sofa seat, narrowed his eyes coldly, and said in a cold voice.

“If you still want to get the $10 million reward, then show your full strength and do the task honestly. Absolutely no accidents are allowed… Do you understand what I'm saying?”

Obadiah's tone was threatening, and coupled with subtle facial expressions, it could bring great psychological pressure.

But these pressures were nothing to Uvogin, who was born and raised in a chaotic city like Meteor City. He didn't even feel a trace.

He put the glass on the table, without using any tools, just with a wave of his hand.

Swish!

With a crisp sound, the upper half of the red wine bottle flew out diagonally and stuck to the wall with a 'pa' sound.

The cut was as smooth as a mirror, without any bumps, showing its speed and precision.

“Haha… Drinking from a small glass like a sissy is never satisfying. This is the way to do it!”

Grabbing the wine bottle, Uvogin raised his face directly and poured it into his mouth.

Glug glug glug……

As expected of an assassin sent by the Ten Rings gang, he is indeed not to be underestimated.

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

Clap clap clap.

He clapped his hands, and the waiters outside the door entered the room one after another, carrying delicacies and famous wines.

Obadiah smiled and warmly introduced them to Uvogin.

These dishes came from all over the world, with exquisite appearances and unique flavors. Even the matching red wines were different, full of the extravagance of the upper class.

“Glug…”

Hearing him say it was so delicious, Uvogin didn't use knives and forks, but directly grabbed it with his hands.

“Mmm… delicious, delicious, the meat of this prawn is so fresh…”

With his mouth bulging, Uvogin looked admiring.

Obadiah sat aside, not moving, watching him with a polite smile.

But this wait… lasted for an hour.

“……”

With a stiff face, Obadiah cursed inwardly, 'Are you a rice bucket? How can you eat so much?!'

The next moment, his stomach actually growled.

Grumble……

“Yo~ Stane, brother, are you… haven't eaten?”

Leaning comfortably on the sofa chair and patting his belly, Uvogin picked his teeth with a toothpick and joked.