Hercules Walk

Chapter 7 Dismissal
"Uh, all right. So I..."

"Tony! Dali was introduced by my aunt."

Tony Stark took a sip of the red wine in the glass to ease the embarrassment, and was about to say something more, but Pepper suddenly walked over from the door with a displeased expression on his face.

"Well, I just... well, you know."

Facing Pepper's glaring gaze, Tony made a few hand gestures helplessly, but couldn't say the words "caring about you" after that, so he simply changed the subject.

"Why didn't I know you had an aunt."

"You never asked me!"

Rolling his eyes at Tony angrily, Pepper turned his head, hesitated for a while under Tony's gaze, and said to Wang Dali.

"Dali, when Tony returned to the company today, did you notice anything wrong?"

"What do you mean?"

As the person involved, Tony looked at Pepper and then at Wang Dali.

"What strange place?"

"Tony, Dali has a sixth sense far superior to ordinary people, able to judge whether others are hostile. During your absence, he helped me a lot."

Using as simple a sentence as possible, Pepper explained Wang Dali's ability to Tony.

"Oh?"

Although Pepper was just an understatement, Tony Stark could imagine what kind of situation Pepper, who exercised power on his behalf, was in during the three months of his disappearance.

He narrowed his eyes, and although he didn't say anything, he decided to let Jarvis check it later, and replied.

"Needless to say, I also know that even in Stark Corporation, there are many people who see me as unhappy. But who cares about them, I have the final say on how to live."

"No, you guessed wrong Mr. Stark."

Wang Dali shook his head lightly, denying Tony Stark's words.

"Actually, in Stark Corporation, there are not many people who are hostile and malicious to you. It's just..."

"Ha ha?"

Seeing Wang Dali's inconvenient appearance, Tony Stark chuckled with some disdain.Seeing his appearance, Pepper knew that what he would do next would definitely not be good.

"Tony!"

"Okay, okay, I'm listening."

Facing the only woman he could do nothing about, Tony raised his hands in surrender, but his mouth was merciless.

"But Pepper, you have to believe in science. Like divination and foretelling, just play around and don't care."

Looking at Tony Stark's appearance, Wang Dali knew that if he told the truth, he might not be facing a good result.

However, entrusted by others, it is a matter of loyalty.Before Pepper apologized for Tony's rudeness, Wang Dali spoke first.

"Although there are not many people in the Stark Company who are malicious towards Mr. Tony Stark, one of them has surpassed malicious intent and reached the level of killing intent."

"Murderous intent?!"

"Killing intent?"

Amidst Pepper's exclamation, Tony put down the wine glass in his hand, and a serious expression appeared on his face for the first time.

"Who is that person?"

Asking this question, Tony Stark was not prepared to believe the name Wang Dali said next.After being imprisoned by terrorists and attacked by a missile he invented, he also felt that someone in the company might sell arms to terrorists behind his back to make huge profits.

Therefore, he will investigate this matter by himself instead of relying on his keen sixth sense.

"It's Obadiah Stein."

"Who did you say?!"

As expected, Tony Stark reacted quite a bit when he heard the name.After all, he was raised by Obadiah, who was like his own uncle.

"Whoever sent you here, get out!"

The blood quickly rushed to Tony's cheek along the capillaries. He blushed and stared at Wang Dali, pointing his right hand in the direction of the door.

Without saying anything, Wang Dali nodded to Pepper with a complicated expression, got up from the chair neatly, and left the Stark House.

When he returned to the rental place on his electric scooter, he received a text message from Pepper.

[Sorry, Dali.It may not be suitable for you to work in Stark Corporation during this time, we have the opportunity to get together. 】

Along with the text message, there is also a bank account remittance notice of [-] US dollars.

"So, I was fired?"

Wang Dali, who had expected this ending long ago, sighed lightly. Given his situation, it would not be easy to find another legitimate job with a monthly salary of [-] US dollars.

The three-month salary of the bodyguard is 15 US dollars, plus the [-] severance pay and the expenses from his own part-time job before, excluding the living expenses, Wang Dali has [-] US dollars left in his hands.

In New York, $15 is enough to buy a house in the suburbs.But in the bustling Manhattan area, it is enough for a down payment.

Moreover, Wang Dali doesn't want to move out yet.

At about eight o'clock in the evening, Wang Dali, who had a dinner with beer and fried chicken, received a call from Catherine. She would spend the night at the newspaper office to catch up on a manuscript and would not be coming back. Wang Dali was asked to pick her up early tomorrow morning.

So the next day, Wang Dali, who had changed into a suit of casual clothes, was about to go out on his beloved electric car when he was stopped by a white man in a black suit who looked about 30 years old.

"Hello, Mr. Wang. My name is Phil Coulson, and I'm from the Homeland Strategic Defense Offensive and Logistics Support Agency."

He smiled and stretched out his right hand, shaking hands with Wang Dali who was still a little confused about the situation.

"What game are you talking about?"

This awkward name made Wang Dali seem a little familiar, but he couldn't remember when he heard it.

"Directorate of Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support."

Judging by the expression on this Mr. Phil Coulson, I am afraid this is not the first time he has been asked this question.

"I still have something to do now, can we talk about it after I come back?"

Catherine was about to get off work soon, and she was called back by her boss while she was on vacation, and she had to catch up with work all night. At this time, her temper would not be too good.

"no problem."

Although he was a government employee, the other party seemed to be quite talkative, and he turned sideways to get out of the way.Wang Dali nodded to him, and rode his electric scooter towards the New York newspaper office.

Behind him, Phil took out his special agent phone that had been encrypted by satellite.

"Director, the target's attitude is mild. The preliminary judgment is consistent with the information. I will continue to make further contacts."

……

On the way to the newspaper office, Wang Dali still didn't remember what this bureau was for, after all, it was already a memory of 20 years ago.

At the entrance of the New York newspaper office, Catherine looked a little sleepy because she hadn't slept all night.After rejecting the invitation of several male colleagues to take her home, Wang Dali finally arrived late.

Amidst their expressions of envy, jealousy and hatred towards Wang Dali, Catherine gave Wang Dali a sideways look with no expression on her face, and got on the black electric car which was less than three hundred dollars.

(End of this chapter)