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The two security guards on duty gave a loud warning and pressed the alarm at the same time to notify their colleagues. The security guards responded quickly and surrounded them.

I don't know who fired the first shot, but the sound of bang bang was uninterrupted.

The bullet landed on Tony's battle armor, except for bursting sparks, it didn't even remove the paint on it.Tony raised his hands, the palms lit up, and his shoulders popped up, revealing densely packed miniature missiles.

The gunfire stopped abruptly.

It's not a fight of magnitude at all.

The security guards looked at each other and slowly lowered their guns. Soon all the security guards squatted on the ground with their heads in their arms.

The security captain squatted on the ground and shouted angrily: "I know you are Tony Stark! You are invading private property, it is against the law, you have no right to do this!"

"Illegal?"

Zhang Ming walked in, stood in front of the security captain, and looked down at him from top to bottom.

"Don't tell me, you don't know what Mr. T is doing. You clearly know that he is killing people and doing human experiments, but for money, you choose to cover your eyes and work for a guy who has lost his humanity."

"I..." The security captain wanted to argue.

Zhang Ming drew out his gun and pressed it against the forehead of the security captain.

The cold touch froze the security captain's throat.

"Working hard outside, for the sake of money, there is nothing wrong with turning a blind eye. After all, you didn't kill people, you just pretended not to see them. Then..."

Zhang Ming said calmly: "I killed your accomplice out of conscience, there should be nothing wrong with it?"

The security captain looked up at Zhang Ming, pursed his lips, trembling slightly, and slowly closed his eyes as if accepting his fate.

Before choosing this job, he did not consider the danger.

The work of armed security is inherently a coexistence of risk and income.

The first time he vaguely felt that something was wrong with Mr. T, he considered whether to report it or quit the job directly.

However, that night, Mr. T's money arrived.

That was an amount he couldn't refuse.

By money, no, not by, he took the initiative to cover his eyes with money, pretending that he didn't see anything, and walked straight all the way to the edge of the cliff...

Are you going to die now?

Not wronged.

The security captain finally said: "Please...please don't hurt my brothers, only I know, they thought it was just a normal security mission."

"Okay." Zhang Ming promised him.

Then--

boom!

Gunshots rang out and blood was spilled all over the place.

The security captain fell to the ground clutching his legs. He gritted his teeth and didn't make the slightest cry.

He looked at Zhang Ming's back, and then at the shattered knee.

Not wronged.

Zhang Ming put away his gun and continued walking forward.

Go down to the fifth floor, pass through Mr. T's office, and come to the iron door of the laboratory.

"Please." Zhang Ming turned sideways.

Tony said angrily, "So you invited a billionaire over here just to let him act as a lockpicker."

"Don't say that, I have something very important to ask you later."

"I hope so, otherwise, when I go back, the soldier playing with the shield will definitely laugh at me."

The iron door of the laboratory on the fifth floor was blasted open, and the interior was in a mess, as if it had experienced a looting.

There were more than a dozen huge glass tanks, each of which contained a rotting corpse. Several glass tanks were smashed, and a disgusting dark green liquid flowed out, emitting a suffocating stench.

Amongst the pile of corpses, Mr. T sat quietly on a chair.

He seemed to have no sense of taste, holding a book in his hand, a glass of whiskey on the table next to him, and a cigar in his hand.

Mr. T raised his head and closed the book in his hand.

"You are finally here. I waited for a day. As you can see, after getting the news that Tony Stark has awakened, everything here was emptied."

After hearing this, Tony glanced at Zhang Ming strangely.

"Running with the high-speed rail?" Tony asked.

Mr. T: "Huh?"

"But you're really considerate. My reason is that there will be nothing left when I come here. I didn't expect you to leave a puppet on purpose."

Zhang Ming pulled a chair and sat opposite Mr. T.

Mr. T stared at Zhang Ming, and he began to grind his teeth expressionlessly again, like a beast trapped in the wasteland, angry and hungry, but without the extra energy to roar.