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The failure of the psychic scepter did not change Wanda and Pietro's desire for revenge.

"In that case..."

As soon as the voice fell, Wanda and Pietro met their eyes, and then they made a decision!

A red light flashed through Wanda's eyes, and a coquettish red light suddenly appeared between the free left fingers.

Immediately afterwards, a faint crimson mist immediately entangled Stark.

Stark's whole person, as if tightly bound by a rope, snapped his hands and feet together, clinging to his body, motionless.

"Um…"

With a muffled hum, Wanda just raised his hand slightly, Stark, who was bound by the chaos magic, lifted his feet off the ground, slowly floating in the air.

Feeling the suffocation of the body being firmly imprisoned, Stark is still optimistic, even a little bit of pain and joyfully muttering to himself:

"I've decided! I absolutely, 100%, want to send a letter of complaint to S.H.I.E.L.D., they monitor the work of superpowers like shit! And that guy in Leon, the guard of the villa..."

Before he could finish speaking, Pietro interrupted him directly!

"Hehe, it's really humorous..."

While talking, a white-haired Pietro stepped forward, face to face with Stark, and teased:

"Mr. Stark, how is it? How does it feel to be controlled and unable to break free? Isn't it uncomfortable?"

To this question, Stark was unwilling to show his weakness, and answered as lightly as possible:

"good."

"But, having said that, what I am very curious about is why you two rebellious teenagers came to me? You know, I don't even know you."

"Oh, I'm glad you finally asked this question..."

The corner of his mouth turned, Pietro's face changed, and his figure disappeared instantly!

The next moment, only to see an afterimage flash by, Stark felt a pain in his abdomen, as if he had been hit hard by a punch in his abdomen.

"Ahem..."

From behind Stark, Pietro's voice came again:

"Of course you don't know us!"

"But, do you know? It doesn't matter. The important thing is that we know you, and the reason why we are like this is all because of you!"

Before he could say anything, Stark was hit in the face with a punch by Pietro again!

With a "bang", Stark's right cheek flushed, and a trace of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

It is worth mentioning that his long-time friend Rod, who was controlled by his mind, just stood still and watched Stark being beaten by Pietro, but he didn't respond.

. . . . . .

At the same time Stark was given birth to the Maximov twins, his disappearance finally caught someone's attention.

"Hahaha, haven't you said it once that day?"

"Is there? Why don't I remember..."

"You fool, staying in the laboratory all day, of course there are research data in your mind, where do you remember..."

…

Melodious music, comfortable atmosphere, coupled with the effect of alcohol, make the distance between people close unconsciously.

Natasha and Banner sat on the sofa in the corner of the hall, talking and laughing, and making physical contact from time to time.

From an outsider's point of view, the two seem to be a loving couple.

However, just when the two of them were chatting happily, they suddenly heard a familiar voice, which came in:

"Hey! Natasha, Banner, have you seen Tony?"

The two turned their heads unanimously, and the owner of the villa, Lyon, was greeted with champagne in his hand.

Banner, dressed in a brown suit, looked startled, and asked in a slightly puzzled manner:

"no, what happened?"

Leon shook his head, then responded:

"It's nothing, you continue, I'll go to the bar to find it."

After leaving Natasha and Banner, Leon came to the bar.

"Did you see Mr. Stark just now?"

Upon hearing this, the waiter was slightly startled, and then replied:

"Oh, yes! Just now a man came over, and after a few words with him, the two left."

Upon hearing this, Leon couldn't help having a meal, and then asked:

"Oh? What does that man look like? What's his name?"

"A tall and thin black man seems to be very close to Mr. Stark. As for the name, I don't know exactly..."

"so…"

After pondering for a moment, Leon seemed to have thought of something, and then asked:

"Then do you know where they are going?"

"It seems to be over the side door."

"okay, thank you…"

Saying goodbye to the waiter at the bar, Leon took the champagne, walked through the crowd, towards the side door of the villa, and walked slowly.

. . . . . .

At the same time, in the garden outside the villa.

"I think you definitely don't remember every bullet, every weapon, every missile you ever sold, right?"

Hearing Pietro's words, Stark finally understood why the other party would find himself.

As a world-famous weapons dealer, the arms and weapons sold with his approval are numerous.

A considerable number of soldiers on both sides of wars and conflicts in the Middle East, Africa, Eastern Europe and other places used weapons from Stark Industries.

If all the weapons made by Stark Industries and the people killed directly or indirectly were recorded on Stark's body, then he would be burdened with blood and debts!

Of course ~www.readwn.com~ the killer is always the person holding the weapon, not the person who makes the weapon.

Besides, the current Tony Stark is no longer the former Tony Stark...

"That was before, and I don't do those things anymore."

It's just a simple word, but it sounds like a very harsh excuse to Wanda and Pietro.

The angry Wanda, controlling the left hand of the crimson mist, first lifted it upwards, and then suddenly pressed it down!

Stark, imprisoned by the red energy, first rose to a height of seven or eight meters, and then fell like a free fall, slamming from mid-air, and slammed to the ground.

"Um…"

Fortunately, the ground is not a thick marble floor, but a relatively soft lawn with a certain cushion.

Otherwise, he fell down from a height of seven or eight meters, and suffered some serious injuries.

Even so, Stark still felt a fiery pain in his back.

"Before...now..."

"None of us care! What we care about is that the missile that took our parents away, and the missile that landed in front of us, all have one word written on it, that is Stark!"

While talking, Pietro, who couldn't bear the impulse and grief, clenched his fists, took a step forward, and was about to punch Stark in the face.

But at this moment, the sudden change occurred!

An invisible ripple swayed suddenly, just hitting Pietro!

"what!"

"Pitro!"

Hearing an exclamation, Pietro flew out under Wanda's surprised gaze.

What followed was an indifferent magnetic voice:

"Hey! If you don't mind, can you let go of that mustache?"

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