I, the Prince of Qin

　　"I, right now, just want to know, who the hell is that guy named Mo Zhe! If he can give out such a large sum of money at one time, he will never be an unknown person! Is he the heir of a big chaebol in the east? Or some multinational Enterprise rookie? Does Dongfang have a family surnamed Mo? Where did he come from?"

　　Faced with a series of questions from Obadiah, Justin Hammer pressed his hands down again and again: "Don't worry, with our intelligence network and contacts, are you afraid that we won't be able to investigate the other party's details?"

　　Obadiah took a deep breath, nodded, maintained the communication, and began to call around.

　　The long-standing layout was forcibly destroyed by that oriental man who suddenly appeared. No matter how much Obadiah hated it, he would not lose his mind and confront him face to face without knowing anything.

　　No matter how you want to counterattack, the first thing you need is intelligence, intelligence, intelligence.

　　If you can take out so much money at one time, the other party is not the kind of enemy who can be solved without brains. If you don't know the details, blind actions will only fall into a worse situation.

　　Obadiah isn't that stupid yet.

　　All the resources and networks are running fast, with phone calls and encrypted emails going back and forth all over the world, and some even connecting to the US intelligence services.

　　Soon, all the information was summed up and sorted into one sentence:

　　do not know.

　　"Boom!" Today is the first time Obadiah has slammed the table, and the signal on Justin's communication screen is unstable for a while.

　　"...How was the result on your side?" Justin asked in a deep voice, feeling something vaguely.

　　"...'I don't know', do those people eat shit!? Does the US Intelligence Department eat shit!? Can't even find out the details of an Oriental!?"

　　"Calm down, calm down..." Justin Hammer kept comforting Obadiah, but there were also faint beads of sweat on his forehead.

　　The president of one of the largest military giants in the United States, and the veteran of another military giant, combined with their personal connections and intelligence networks, cannot investigate the details of one person. This matter is extremely terrifying!

　　"With our fellow Stark Industries, we sold him the stake without a word, and there is no explanation until now... Obadiah, this matter is deep, very deep!" Justin Han Mo's brows furrowed into a deep ditch. Other than that, he could only tell Obadiah like this.

　　Obadiah gritted his teeth, and his huge bald head shook like he was on drugs: "So we have to swallow our voices!? We have to let an oriental person who doesn't know where to come out and disrupt all the deployments!? I finally have a hard time. Get Tony to the Middle East, and let the brainless fighters in Afghanistan take the opportunity to assassinate him. As soon as Tony died, I saw that Stark Industries was about to fall into my hands, but at this time, an inexplicable oriental man, Take all the fruits!?"

　　"Obadia, Tony Stark's death, there is no conclusive news, don't take it lightly." Justin Hammer reminded again: "And I always feel that the oriental man named Mozhe is not very right. You It’s best to keep a low profile during this time, and it’s better not to act rashly.”

　　"I know!" Obadiah's teeth rattled.

　　After finishing the call with Justin Hammer, Obadiah rationally knew that the other party's admonition was reasonable, but he couldn't let go, especially the details of the man named Mo Zhe. Who was he?Even if it is a royal family of a certain country, there must be some traces, right?

　　For Obadiah, no matter what he wants to do in the future, Mo Zhe's background is something that cannot be avoided. Door.

　　As one of the arms chiefs, Obadiah's hand reaches not only the part of society exposed to the sun.

　　In the metropolis shrouded in night, under the brilliant lights, there seems to be a dark beast lurking, chowing down on people.

　　Obadiah's personal car stopped in front of a deep mansion that seemed to be one with the night.

　　The underground world of New York has been turbulent recently, and in the end, it was a group called "organization" that won the throne of the dark world.

　　Obadiah, who keeps an eye on the movements of the underground world at all times, opened up their relationship early.

　　It is said that the "organization" swept away the deep-rooted underground forces in New York overnight, suppressed all disobedient forces with lightning speed, and let the forces of the underground society have Explosive enhancement.

　　It is said that the "organization" can know the secrets of any person in this world, and the person they want to deal with, even if they escape to the ends of the earth, change their face, or even change their face, they will not be able to escape.

　　It is said that none of the commissions accepted by the "organization" have failed.As long as they can afford the price, there is nothing they cannot do or dare not do.

　　Even a self-regarding arms chief like Obadiah has to fear and even respect the "organization".

　　If it wasn't a last resort, he didn't want to use the relationship he had managed to get through in the "organization".

　　God knows how many resources he "honored" in order to connect with the "organization"!

　　Obadiah got out of the car surrounded by bodyguards, looked at the dim mansion in front of him, and said to the bodyguard, "Wait for me here."

　　The bodyguard didn't know where this place was, and he hesitated for a moment.

　　"Don't worry, if someone can kill me here, he can kill me anywhere, no matter how many bodyguards!" Obadiah has no doubts about the mystery and legend of the "organization".Because in a short period of time, the almost omnipotent attitude shown by the "organization" can silence all doubts.

　　Obadiah adjusted his collar, carefully checked his clothes and expressions, and then walked into the legendary stronghold of the "organization" with a hint of apprehension and anticipation.

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　　Obadiah followed the lower-level members of the "organization," silently all the way through a gallery decorated with many paintings.

　　There are many separate rooms on both sides of the promenade. He didn't dare to look up or peep at anything superfluous. He just lowered his head and followed the leader.

　　Then, he was taken into a place similar to a confession room, and on the high window, there was a cold moonlight falling down.

　　On the walls on both sides of the room, there were seven or eight members of the "organization" in uniform black uniforms, rustling and recording something.

　　Most of the room in front was separated by a wall carved with strange patterns, and people inside could only be communicated with through a device similar to a walkie-talkie.

　　Obadiah knows that this is the rule of the "organization", and everyone who comes to entrust things will not know the identity and appearance of the recipient.

　　"Guru." Feeling someone sitting across from him, Obadiah swallowed unconsciously.

　　"What's the matter with you?" A fluent English came from the walkie-talkie, warm and pure. It didn't feel like a voice changer was used, but it was possible that the other party used it, and I couldn't hear it.

　　"I want you to investigate a person." Obadiah tried to sound dignified.

　　Following his words, the members of the "organization" in the corner of the room swiped their pens and recorded something on the paper together.

　　Do not use electronic equipment, are you used to paper archives, or prevent hackers from leaking secrets?Obadiah just glanced out of the corner of the eye, and quickly looked back, afraid of offending the rules here.

　　"Do you know the other party's name?" The mellow voice behind the wall asked casually.

　　"I know." Finally, when he was about to say what he meant, Obadiah gritted his teeth and said word by word: "His name is Mo Zhe, and he is from the East!"

　　In an instant, the whole room was palpitatingly quiet.

　　The recorders sitting in the corners on both sides raised their heads in unison, seven or eight pairs of eyes reflecting the moonlight from the skylight, silently and unblinkingly looking at Obadiah.

　　Opposite the walkie-talkie, there was also a long silence.

　　Obadiah was a little distracted by the silence, and hurriedly said again: "As long as you are willing to help me investigate his details, money is not a problem! How much you want can be negotiated!"

　　The recorders on both sides continued to stare at him, seven or eight people, just like this in the darkness, without blinking their eyes, without turning their necks, staring silently, silently watching.

　　What Obadiah said was like a corpse sinking into a quagmire, gurgling a few drowsy bubbles in the dark, and then vanishing without a trace.

　　There was no response, and no one made any sound.

　　"Yes, did I describe it clearly enough?" Obadiah panicked even more, and kept wiping the sweat on his bald head: "I want to ask you to help me investigate an oriental man named Mo Zhe, who just acquired Shi With a 34% stake in Tucker Industries, I want to know his details, his origins, what his background is, and what sources and channels of funds are there..."

　　Obadiah started talking in a row, as if trying desperately to pour out a whole bunch of ideas: "I'm your silver card customer, and I've given the 'organization' 1000 over the past few months. Contributions of more than ten thousand dollars, I can provide more, as long as you are willing to accept the commission!"

　　Silence, long silence.

　　Just when Obadiah was covered in sweat and his eyes were sore with salt, there was a slight movement across the walkie-talkie, as if someone had changed.

　　"You want to investigate that oriental man named Mo Zhe?" Immediately afterwards, a proud and glamorous female voice came from the walkie-talkie, replacing the mellow male voice.

　　Obadiah understood in an instant that this was because the "organization" judged that its commission was special, and passed it on to higher-level cadres.

　　Obadiah has not contacted the real high-level "organization". Those people are the real emperors of the dark world. There are rumors that even the heads of state of some countries in the world are in their hands.

　　Human society, the dark world, is often more complex and obscure than the surface world, and this often means unimaginable power and power at the same time.

　　Although he couldn't see the other's face, Obadiah straightened his back in an instant, like a schoolboy being trained:

　　"Yes! Yes! Excuse me, how much do I have to pay?"

　　Obadiah had some conjectures since the appearance of the "organization" high-level cadres.

　　For general entrustment, there is no need to trouble the high-level cadres of the "organization".

　　This can only mean that the man named Mo Zhe is in deep water, which Justin Hammer reminded himself at the beginning.

　　Inferring from common sense, I can get through the relationship of the "organization", and the one named Mo Zhe can naturally.

　　Is he also a customer of the "organization"?what level?Bronze card?Silver card?Could it be a gold card?It is unlikely to be a higher level... It is said that there are only 5 people in the world.

　　It's not impossible for "organizations" to target their own customers, as long as you pay a higher price, you can always win some bias, right?

　　Obadiah was instantly ready to spend money.

　　The man named Mo Zhe just spent more than 2000 billion US dollars to buy the equity of Stark Industries, and he definitely doesn't have much cash on hand. As long as he has a little more blood and beat him in the contribution of the "organization", he can make the "organization". Organization" is more inclined to self!

　　"Are you just trying to investigate him?" Suddenly, the glamorous female voice opposite asked.

　　For a moment, Obadiah hesitated.

　　Now that they are all here, do you want to do it once and for all and directly entrust the "organization" to make the other party disappear?

　　Obadiah heard the dry voice in his throat, his Adam's apple wriggled several times, and for a long time, he finally suppressed the impulse in his heart.

　　Let's explore the situation first...

　　"For the time being... No, I just want to know his details and all kinds of information..." Obadiah decided to figure out the details of Mo Zhe first and see if he could deal with it.

　　"Cut!" There was an inexplicable "Cut" from the walkie-talkie.

　　"200 billion." Then, the glamorous female voice reported the number impatiently: "I'll give you preliminary information first, if you want more, I will increase the price."

　　"2..." Obadiah was stunned, 200 billion was by no means a small number even for him.

　　But thinking of the dominance of the entire Stark industry, thinking of his long-term careful layout, and thinking of the bright future once he successfully entered the Stark industry, he gritted his teeth: "Okay!"

　　After Obadiah left, on the other side of the walkie-talkie, an "organization" cadre asked silently to the girl sitting on the luxurious chair with her legs crossed: "General Sima, don't you want to be malicious to His Majesty immediately? Does it really matter if existence is wiped out?"

　　Sima Yi threw a grape and grabbed it with his bright red lips: "Wool comes from sheep, and the 2000 billion that has just been spent, I'll take it back first. Remember to hang him with unseen intelligence and give me all the underwear. Strip it off! Do you think that the activities of the "organization" don't cost money? Do you think that there is no money for fleet maintenance? Do you think that the state treasury appropriation is so easy to apply for? The sea is also composed of water droplets!"

　　In the eyes of the "organization" cadres, the eyes of Sima Yi at this time were flashing with a hungry and charming red light like a hungry ghost.

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　　At the U.S. military airport, when Little Pepper saw Tony Stark staggeringly getting on and off the helicopter that went to search for him, he couldn't hold back any longer, tears welled up in his eyes, and they secretly wiped them away, then walked up and firmly gave Tony gave a warm hug.

　　Tony was in the Middle East, was attacked by terrorists, his heart was wounded that could not be healed, he was finally rescued, and he was forced to help terrorists make weapons.

　　Later, with the help of scientists who were also imprisoned, the first-generation fusion reactor was completed, replacing the heart and serving as the energy core, creating the original Iron Man suit and killing a bloody path.

　　But the battle suit disintegrated halfway, and had to cross the desert on the edge of life and death when the ammunition and food were exhausted. It was only when he fell into a desperate situation that he was found by the helicopter and rescued.

　　This series of events has left indelible traces on Tony Stark's body and mind. The once rambunctious playboy has changed beyond recognition. Under the vicissitudes of his cheeks and messy hair, a pair of tired and eyes full of regret.

　　The people next to him couldn't see it, but Tony knew that he had lost the heart that once belonged to a living human being.

　　"Welcome back." Little Pepper, who didn't know anything at this time, still hugged Tony, trying to give him a little joy of coming home.