Chapter 35 The Assassin
Deathstroke doesn't need money this time, as long as it is a weapon, it is very reasonable to think about it.

The important thing is that the conditions he proposed to pick up the goods are also very reasonable.

No trouble for Tony Stark.

It can be seen that Deathstroke plans to make a big deal soon.

As long as this vote is not done in the local area, it has nothing to do with Tony Stark. Even if it does, the legal and public relations department of Stark Industries will suppress this matter.

The legal department is very familiar with this.

Stark thought his weapons were for keeping the peace.

He is proud of it.

He doesn't know yet that his dear Mr. Obadiah has spread his weapon and reputation to the desert area, where he is already the spokesperson of death.

In the desert area, those people linked his name with the devil.

They cursed people, and they all cursed each other for being taken away by Tony Stark.

There are tens of thousands of people who hate Tony Stark.

Tony didn't know that his whereabouts had been leaked.

In a small hotel in New York, a woman hatefully looked at Tony Stark, who was in high spirits in the TV news report.

She doesn't speak much English.

But when she said the name of Tony Stark, she had extraordinary power.

There is a heart-piercing hatred!

"Tony Stark!"

Muttering to herself, she put on an explosive vest.

Her husband, her father, and her children all died in the war. It was Tony Stark's bomb that killed them. On a dud bomb, someone wrote a name flying dragons and phoenixes. .

Tony Stark.

She wanted revenge, and someone told her that someone could help her get revenge.

The price is her life!
She agreed without hesitation, so she floated across the sea, was stuffed into a container full of potatoes, and came here after surviving countless crises.

Came to New York.

Today is the time for her revenge.

There is no one to guide her, but she already knows the route, Tony Stark, this person will appear in front of the Stark Industrial Building at five o'clock this afternoon.

At that time, it was time for her to take revenge.

……

03:30 in the afternoon.

Tony Stark bid farewell to Zhao Song. To be honest, he actually wanted to sit with this hateful man for a while. He could see that this man was not very smart.

Especially some ideas are very unscientific.

He was going to mock him for a while longer.

Unfortunately, at 05:30 tonight, at the Stark shareholder meeting, the topic is to kick Tony Stark out of the management of Stark Industries, and only enjoy the right to dividends.

This is something Tony Stark would never allow.

He's got to be at Stark Industries tonight to refute those stupid old men.

Zhao Song expressed his understanding, he also has something to do tonight, he still has to sweep the caves, and he actually doesn't have much time.

Deathstroke said that within three days, he would definitely arrive in New York and clean up the vampire's lair in New York.

Well before that.

Zhao Song needs to eat all of the richest areas in his mouth.

To be honest, he needs money to open a shelter and a medical clinic.

"A penny beats a hero."

Zhao Song plugged in the earphones, stepped on the clutch, and set off.

The strong wind blows, blowing his robe continuously to the back.

Tony watched Zhao Song leave, and said to Happy, "Let's go, Happy, let me get rid of those rotten ones. You should go to the old antiques in the coffin and teach them a good lesson."

New York, 04:30 p.m.

The assassin was wearing a windbreaker, and the bomb on her body was small, but powerful.

The yield and lethality of this bomb have been carefully calculated by professionals.

After her vest exploded, Tony Stark, who was not far from him, would definitely not have a little way to survive.

Walking on the street, she could find the Stark Industrial Building even with her eyes closed.

Someone paid for a life-to-scale model of New York City where she used to live.

She simulated it there countless times.

She walked along this road and came to the front of the Stark Building. In front of the Stark Industrial Building, there were still many volunteers.

They were driven to the other side of the street.

The assassin watched them yell and hold signs with markers on them that she couldn't understand.

Her eyes scanned these places, and then she saw a familiar name on the signs of those opponents.

"Tony Stark."

She quickly closed her eyes, because of the high blood pressure, she felt a rumbling sound in her eardrums when a train passed by.

She subconsciously clenched her fists.

Her knuckles were a little white.

At this time, it was 45:[-] in the afternoon, and the gate of Stark Tower was also full of reporters.

Obviously, these powerful reporters got the information and squatted here to guard Tony Stark in advance.

It's lively here.

The assassin quietly stood aside, watching the group of people in NYPD clothes maintaining order.

She glanced at those people, then moved away.

On the top of the building, Obadiah held a glass of whiskey in his hand, shook the ice cubes in it, and drank it down.

In the binoculars, he saw the woman standing quietly.

From looking for a candidate, asking someone to send this woman in, to teaching her how to assassinate.

Obadiah is also painstaking.

In order to ensure that his influence in it was minimized, he only played a role in fueling the flames.

Assassinating Tony Stark was originally the goal of some radical people.

They have been working hard for it, and with Obadiah as the insider, their actions are more clear.

Today is the day of Tony Stark's death.

Obadiah couldn't bear it, which made him very unhappy now.

Tony Stark is the most successful work in his life, not one of them. Destroying the works he cultivated by himself made Obadiah feel a little suffocated.

He raised his wrist and glanced at the time.

The time came to [-]:[-], a sports car came from a distance, and a group of people surrounded it.

Sitting in the car is Tony Stark.

Reporters and protesters rushed forward in unison.

The woman also rushed forward quickly.

But what she didn't expect was that Tony Stark was more "sought after" than he imagined, even if it was her, she couldn't squeeze in at all.

There are too many people in front of him.

When she started jostling around, someone noticed something was wrong.

Is a NYPD agent.

He was working hard to maintain order, and by the way, he saw this man with a desert complexion.

This woman was wearing a coat and squeezed into the crowd. She was delicate and frail, which was not an advantage in itself, not to mention that the zombies came out of the cage in this scene. Seeing Tony Stark, everyone seemed to lose their minds. The small boat in the boat was pushed back and forth.

Finally, a button of the assassin flew off!

The agent almost stopped breathing when he saw the explosive vest.

"Everyone, bomb!"

He wanted to draw out his gun, but unfortunately, his whole body was squeezed together with the assassin.

He couldn't draw his weapon.

After he shouted this sentence in a fit of anger, the people around him suddenly fell silent.

Then, it was as if an invisible bomb exploded here, whether it was a reporter or a protester, or the beauties who ran over to stuff their business cards, whether they were reporters or protesters, who took Tony Stark as a kid, all backed away, screaming. Call.

There was a massive stampede here.

But no one cared about this anymore, the fat detective jumped at the assassin as soon as there were few people around.

Then, another agent stepped forward, the third, the fourth, the fifth!

Many agents pressed up and spread the assassin flat on the ground, even her bones were about to be crushed.

This group of agents has received professional training. They know that it is impossible to detonate a bomb by relying on pressure alone.

Instead, they can overwhelm the Assassin so that he cannot activate the bomb!
(End of this chapter)

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