Lord of the Light

Chapter 630

Hearing this, the referee turned a serious face and replied: "How can such a small matter distract Mr. Stark? We employees are supposed to help the boss to solve problems, so this matter, Mr. Hapi, a discerning person directly handles this matter. It's done!"

Roy gave a "Oh" and suddenly realized that the black whistle of emotion was arranged by the butler next to Tony. I did not expect that the fat man who behaved loyally in the movie would have this kind of vision here.

Shouldn't it be the people around Tony?Under the lingering ears and eyes over time, this loyal and honest housekeeper was also taken astray by Tony.

"Please rest assured, Mr. Roy, that I will still be the referee for the next few games of yours. I promise to do it impartially and impartially, absolutely fair, and I will never let this fair victory or defeat be infected with a trace of injustice. Don’t let anyone try to spare any opportunists!” The referee patted his chest and gave Roy a pack of votes. His face was full of justice. If Roy hadn’t seen the “justice” operation just now, he would believe it. Up.

But since Harpy is interested, he doesn’t bother to refuse, but it’s very interesting, isn’t it?This referee is really a talent, and his mouth is really cheap, but Roy likes it.

With Harpy’s care, Roy can also come to Tony as soon as possible using the skills he gave to show off, and then "slap" him with two ears, and finally give him a three-day and three-night session. Oral education, sober this kind of messenger of justice.

"Then please refer to Mr. Referee, but let me just say it first. I am a person who is always jealous and upright. Mr. Referee, you can't take special care of my opponents just because we are more familiar with each other. This is unfair to my opponent. It is also an insult to my personality!" Roy carried his hands on his back, his face full of justice with awe.

"That's for sure." The referee agreed, standing straight.

"That's good, I don't know what Mr. Referee is called!"

The referee raised his eyebrows and smiled at the corners of his mouth, "Wade Wilson, you can call me Wade."

"Why does this name sound so familiar." Roy was stunned. He looked at the referee in front of him and thought.

After a while, he clapped his palms and suddenly realized.

The Flash of a certain team?

No, why can't I remember it?

There was a trace of doubt on Roy's face, but before he could think about it, the second game was about to begin.

...

After a while.

Wade looked at the contestant opposite Roy with a sullen look, sonorously, and said plausibly: "Who allowed you to wear slippers? You are despising the rules of the game and don't put Stark Industries in your eyes. I If you are disqualified, Mr. Roy will automatically win."

"What?" The contestant widened his eyes and retorted loudly, "Where am I slippers? I am obviously sandals!"

Wade snorted and continued: "Oh Richette! You still dare to argue! Talk back to the referee! Immediately expel from the competition hall."

Hearing this, the contestant's eyes shrank suddenly, but immediately he realized something and pointed to Roy and said, "I see, this is a shady. It must be this guy with a high position and a big deal with your Stark Industries. Relationship, so you people deliberately favor him, you are a black whistle! Black whistle!"

Wade's face was filled with the sad color of being wronged, and he shook his head and sighed, "Perhaps you should go home and hug your inflated wife so that you can feel the warmth of the world and avoid such nonsense. !"

Roy is also heartbroken, his eyes are deep and helpless, full of misunderstanding and hurtful silence and sadness.

"Highly powerful? This gentleman, you can eat rice but you can't talk nonsense. I'm just a pity for the world on Brook Street. Like everyone else, I only have three meals a day and get up at 7 o'clock every day. Ordinary families, no. Ordinary families are a bit too crazy, even middle-class families."

...

The science and technology competition organized by Stark Industries has been raging throughout New York. The reason is simple. At the end of the game, the Iron Man Tony Stark will show his latest secret technology and talk to the winner. Have a game in the field of science and technology.

Countless people are wondering what surprises this justice Iron Man will bring to them.

At the same time, the game in the venue also came to an end. Among them, the two best performers were Roy. With the existence of the magical black whistle like Wade, Roy couldn't lose at all.

Another person is Justin Hanmo, the founder and CEO of Hanmo Industry, who is also a villain in the original book.

Yes, he also came to participate in the competition. As for the reason for participating, it is very simple. As Stark Industry’s rival, he will not give up any opportunity to destroy Stark Industry. Isn’t this game just such an opportunity? ?When Tony Stark stood at the highest point and promoted his technology, he took out the secret weapon he had prepared for a long time, and gave the opponent a heavy blow in front of the world, causing the genius to fall heavily.

He is different from Roy, who came along with the black whistle. He used his various weapon inventions to defeat one opponent after another, so his achievements needless to say.

The game progressed to the second round, this time Roy's opponent did not show up for a long time. When Roy started thinking that Wade had intercepted the opponent, and then he was sentenced to a late abstention, the opponent finally appeared.

As soon as this person came up, he directly gave Roy a disarm.

He smiled and rubbed his hands and asked, "You are the priest of Brook Street, Mr. Roy?"

"Yes!" Roy nodded.

"Oh? Then I will be lucky!" The visitor held his hands together, his eyes filled with excitement.

"What do you mean?" Roy was a little puzzled.

"Mr. Roy, don't pretend, who believes that you can use a broken broom to advance in the science and technology competition? Now everyone knows that you have come here by relying on a black whistle."

The man said with a smile, and did not forget to interact with the audience under the stage: "Everyone, right?"

However, these audiences were only discussing in private, and no one responded to him at all.

These people are not fools. Regardless of whether there is shady or not, you must know that this game is a big man from all over the world, and then look at the exquisite dress and extraordinary appearance of the opponent. This alone knows that the opponent is not an ordinary person. , Where would anyone die in front of him?

Seeing this situation, the man whistled with an exaggerated expression, "I knew it would happen, but I know some interesting things."

He arched his eyebrows, showing a playful smile.

(End of this chapter)