Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

The door of the meeting room was closed.

David crossed his legs, looked at Strange, who was sweating profusely and extremely nervous, and carefully sized him up with great interest.

"Mr. Fisk...I, I really mean nothing."

Strange was flustered by the sight, and his speech was a bit stuttering: "I admit that I did something wrong, my head is hot, and I am willing to sincerely apologize for the mistakes I made and pay the price, but I hope... I hope you can see it in the future. If the damage caused is not large, let me be lenient..."

"Stephen Strange, I know you."

Suddenly, David interrupted his words, and said to himself: "The genius doctor of the Presbyterian Hospital, who can perform the most difficult neurosurgery in the world at a young age, is the proud son of heaven..."

"You operated on a friend of mine... about a few months ago, a guy who almost completely lost his arm, remember?"

David was talking about the gunsmiths and butchers who were severely injured in the Luke Cage incident.

"Remember!"

Strange nodded quickly as if grasping at a straw, "Mr. Fisk, I remember the operation was very successful."

"Do you think that if you don't keep your hand, you can be considered very successful?"

David asked back, and said, "My friend relies on craftsmanship for a living, and you took away the weapons he relied on for survival. Although you are not to blame for this, I don't think it was a successful operation."

"I……"

Strange's smile froze, showing bitterness.

Isn't this called success?

If a normal person's hand becomes like that, not to mention that he will definitely not be able to keep his hand, if it takes a little longer, his life will inevitably be in danger.

After my surgery, I was out of danger that day!

Isn't this called success?

In that situation back then, when God came, I'm afraid he couldn't keep that guy's arm.

"Ha ha!"

David chuckled, seeing the immature Doctor Strange in front of him, he lost the idea of ​​continuing the conversation, and waved his hand: "Forget it, you go, don't let me see you again."

"what?"

Strange was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect the other party to let him go so easily.

"For the sake of our fate, I am willing to give you a chance."

David's tone was flat, but unquestionable: "But this is the first and last time. I don't want to see you again, and I don't want any rumors about Fiske Pharmaceuticals to appear in the outside world. Once any news spreads, I will immediately think that you are deliberately spreading it!"

"So, you'd better pay attention to yourself."

After finishing the words, he raised his head to Strange, indicating that he could leave.

Gudong!

Strange swallowed his saliva, feeling aggrieved and helpless, and nodded: "I will definitely go around when I see Fisk Pharmaceuticals in the future."

After speaking, he quickly opened the door of the conference room and left quickly.

At this time.

Wesley and Conners re-entered.

"You just let him go?"

The former was a little surprised, it seemed a little different from the David Fisk he knew.

"Otherwise? Do you want me to kill him?"

David shrugged: "Although I have been a killer before, I am not a serial killer who kills without hiding my eyes. I have to collect money for killing."

"Since I said that this matter ends here, then no one should trouble him, understand?"

At the end of the conversation, he looked at Wesley and Connors.

The latter two nodded seriously, not daring not to take David's words to heart.

……

a few days later.

The National Mall in Washington, related to the arms expo hosted by the McCarran Group, the venue was completed.

David and Marlene passed the intimacy stage and almost started to hate each other, and in time they left home and flew to Washington.

"You're here!"

At the airport, after James McCarron received David, he quickly brought him to the National Mall, which had already been built.

Most of the venues are open-air, and very few are covered.

Gorgeous light strips, hot air balloons soaring into the sky, beautiful models in hot clothes, etc., make everything in front of you look wonderful.

Of course, the most exciting thing is the venue where the Macallan Group is located, which is covered by a black cloth and contained in a glass case.

"Have you brought Nano One here?"

David Radar's perception was swept away, and James knew what was under the black cloth without James taking the initiative to say. He raised his eyebrows and smiled: "It seems that you can't wait to teach Stark Industries a lesson!"

"Of course, I've been waiting for this day for a long time."

James McAllen laughed, his eyes were filled with light, and he gritted his teeth: "When the Macallan Group was in decline, Stark Industries, that old Obadiah Stanislav, robbed us of a lot of business, share I've been pissed off by being constantly squandered, and now it's our turn to fight back!"

"When does the fair start?"

David asked.

Ashamed to say, as the creator of the Macallan Arms Expo, he actually doesn't know the specific details of the expo.

The biggest contribution is to propose ideas, and the rest will be discussed and perfected by James and the military.

"a week later!"

James McAllen was also a little speechless. He knew that David didn't care much about this matter, but he didn't expect it to be so careless.

"So fast?" David was surprised.

James explained: "The preheating and publicity work for the expo began when the venue was built. This week is mainly for the relevant companies participating in the expo to allow time to enter the venue and arrange the venue."

"If it is not necessary to give them enough time, I can't wait to start tomorrow."

He looked at everything in front of him, and the impatience in his heart was beyond words.

David glanced at James and only thought of one sentence.

The world has suffered for Stark for a long time.

Starting from Tony Stark's father, Howard Stark, the Stark family began an almost protagonist-like life.

Founded Stark Industries, participated in World War II, became a comrade-in-arms of Captain America, created S.H.I.E.L.D. after the war, gave birth to a son who is the future Iron Man, and his son Tony Stark spent the first half of his life addicted to playboys. In the second half of my life, I started to pay off my debts, and I can't count how many times I saved the earth.

In the process, it is unknown how many people were scratching their heads because of the existence of the two generations of Stark.

But it is conceivable that there must be many people who are willing to pay the price for making these two generations of Starks unlucky!

James is one of them.

If Norman Osborn is still the chairman of Osborne, he will also happily end and become a member of it.

"What did General Ross say?"

David thought for a while, then asked again: "Is the military ready for the handover ceremony?"

"They trained the pilots of the Nano One armor."

James said: "Speaking of which, you should know him. He has the same name as me——James Rhodes."

"Rod?"

David frowned, thinking of the guy who led his troops into the Horizon Laboratory building in front of everyone in Hell's Kitchen in the previous Mobius incident.

"It's actually him..."

There was no lack of surprise in his tone, and then he sighed with emotion in a low voice: "It seems that this guy is born with armor."

"By the way, Killian has contacted me. They plan to move something over today. Maybe you will want to see their new series of weapons."

James suddenly thought of something, spread his hands to David, and said, "Of course, I can't accompany you. As the chairman of the Macallan Group, it's somewhat embarrassing to appear in the Osborne showroom."

"Then you go to work, I'll go to Osborne's showroom to have a look."

David waved.

After a while.

After a few minutes of walking, he came to Osborne's exclusive location near the Macallan Group showroom.

The radar perception scanned and found where Killian was.

At the same time, his face changed slightly, and he saw something strange in the Osborne stadium.

at this time.

Rows of glass cabinets wrapped in black cloth are being carefully moved on a forklift.

After David arrived, Killian spotted him immediately and walked over enthusiastically.

"Hey David, you're finally in Washington."

After Killian approached, he noticed that David's face was extremely serious, and he was a little surprised for a while: "Why so serious?"

Then he opened his arms and planned to hug him: "Shouldn't you be happier when you see an old friend?"

"happy?"

David turned his head to look at him, showing a half-smile expression: "If I were you, I can't guarantee whether I can still be happy."

"What do you mean?"

Jilian Zhang Er was puzzled, scratched his head, and suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart: "What happened?"

"Did you inspect the contents of the items before they were shipped from New York to Washington?"

David didn't answer the question.

His words reminded Killian, who instantly received the hint and showed an incredulous expression: "Fuck, how is this possible?"

"Open it and have a look, you will know."

David shrugged.

Killian turned and rushed to the forklift.

"Hey, stop! Stop! Do you hear me, stop for me!!"

Killian was anxious and angry, and before the forklift stopped, he reached out and tore off the black cloth covering the glass cabinet.

It was empty and there was nothing inside.

"Fake!"

Killian was dumbfounded.

All the staff around are stupid.

"What's the matter?"

Killian looked at David beggingly.

"You ask me, who do I ask?"

David returned a helpless look.

Chapter 190 He asked for it all!

Killians are going crazy.

The weapons that Osborne was planning to use for the fair are missing!

Hoverboards, Pumpkin Bombs, Dart Balls, and more!

All gone.

As the chairman who has full authority to promote this matter, Killian is undoubtedly responsible for this matter.

Although it is common sense that subordinates are more responsible, but who knows that someone is not targeting him?