American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

"Or... how about you eat some?"

Wo Jin was stunned, pointing to the plates on the table, kindly suggesting.

"......"

Obadiah's face darkened, cursing inwardly.

I must be crazy to eat your leftovers!

And... look at these plates you've licked clean, not even a grain of rice left, what am I supposed to eat?

Perform eating air?

[Emotional value from Obadiah Stane +677]

Finally, Obadiah forced himself to endure and turned the topic back to the mission.

"Don't worry, Stane, killing a person is no more complicated than killing a chicken!"

Waving his hand, Wo Jin smiled confidently.

"It's good that you have confidence."

Taking out several documents from under him, Obadiah introduced him.

"This is Tony Stark's daily schedule for the day after tomorrow.

His lackey Happy has already been held up by me with trivial matters, and the receptionist and the new driver have also been bought off with money..."

Speaking of this, Obadiah pointed to a certain section of the road on another document: "You just stay here and wait for Stark to appear."

He placed a cell phone on the table, pushing it towards Wo Jin, signaling him to pick it up.

"Once Tony Stark's convoy is spotted passing by here, my men will contact you in advance. You just need to concentrate and complete the mission.

As long as it's done, a reward of 10 million US dollars will definitely be offered with both hands!"

Without saying anything, Wo Jin quickly memorized the location on the map, and with a casual shake, he used his Nen to turn them into powder.

Seeing this, Obadiah's confidence grew even more.

He smiled and waved for the waiter to bring more good wine, then pointed to the dancing girls on the other side of the room and shouted.

"All of you dance more openly, less clothes, bigger movements, yes, yes... Tonight, be sure to let Mr. Wo Jin feel the enthusiasm of the American people!"

Wo Jin was more direct, with a straightforward personality.

He put his arm around Obadiah's shoulder, as affectionately as if he were hugging a little brother, and laughed loudly.

"Don't worry, Brother Stane, tomorrow I'll bring you Tony's head!"

"Good, good, good! Then, everything is entrusted to Mr. Wo Jin!"

Taking a sip of red wine, Obadiah didn't feel angry at all. His face was as bright as a chrysanthemum, and he trembled with excitement at the thought of Tony dying tomorrow...

Picking up a new bottle of high-end red wine, he specially filled it for the other party, and Obadiah raised his glass and smiled.

"To Tony's death, cheers!"

"Cheers ~"

......

The next day, Obadiah specially took good wine to find Tony.

During this time, they said a lot, Obadiah confided his feelings, talked about their past, and sincerely apologized to Tony.

The two drank a lot of wine, until Pepper arrived at 10 a.m., only to accidentally discover that the old arc reactor in the trash can was gone...

4:30 p.m.

Tony Stark walked out of the company building with Pepper Potts.

In front of him, a black high-end car had been parked quietly, and the new driver put his hand on his chest and bowed.

Tony narrowed his eyes slightly, the pace of his walk paused slightly, and he naturally entered the back seat of the car.

Pepper followed his movements, sat next to him, and closed the door.

As the car started, three cars carrying bodyguards slowly followed. When they drove onto the street, Tony opened his mouth with an impatient expression.

"What are you SHIELD guys planning to do this time, Agent Phil Coulson?"

In the front passenger seat, a bodyguard wearing sunglasses and dressed in a black suit stiffened and turned his head awkwardly.

"Mr. Stark, your eyesight is really amazing, you've already discovered it..."

Looking at Coulson's sparse hair, Tony curled his lips. He wasn't blind, he knew what his bodyguards looked like.

Even the driver... had been replaced.

"Mr. Stark, our intelligence analysis system shows that your uncle Obadiah has reached an agreement with the Ten Rings Gang.

A powerful assassin has secretly infiltrated New York to take your life!"

Coulson was very frank, and casually pointed to Hawkeye, who was disguised as a driver.

"We are here this time mainly for your personal safety. Please allow me and my colleague Hawkeye to conduct..."

"Thank you... but I'm not interested in men, especially bald old men!"

Although his hair was only sparse and not bald, Tony was already being a shady person as soon as he opened his mouth.

Being called a bald old man, Coulson was a little speechless. He took out a photo from his pocket and pointed to the gold and red Iron Man in the photo and said to Tony.

"Mr. Stark, maybe you think you have such a hard armor to protect your safety.

But it's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark. You can't possibly wear this armor 24 hours a day.

Even a slight negligence may be seized by those experienced assassins, and you may unfortunately lose your life!"

Coulson reasoned with Tony, hoping that he would not act willfully.

"SHIELD has the best talents in the world. Please believe in our professional ethics. We are professional when it comes to dealing with assassins!"

Looking at the photo in Coulson's hand, Tony didn't have any unexpected reaction. When he put on the armor and flew in the sky, he had already anticipated that this would happen.

And how could an organization like SHIELD, which can't change its habit of eating shit, not pay attention to his actions?

However... Tony didn't plan to announce it before solving the Obadiah matter.

"I hope you're not stupid enough to use this photo to threaten me."

"Of course not, Mr. Stark, we don't have any malice towards you at all!"

Coulson was very perceptive and tore the photo to pieces on the spot.

On the side, Pepper Potts was a little nervous, her palms were full of sweat.

Patting her shoulder, Tony silently comforted her, raised his head to look directly into Coulson's eyes, and said in a deep voice.

"Okay, before you tell me what your plan is, I must remind you.

Just last night, Obadiah privately approached me to reconcile, during which we drank a lot of wine.

This morning, Pepper told me that the arc reactor that was originally replaced in the trash can was missing.

So, if he really wants to kill me, you must take this into consideration..."

Hearing this, Coulson and Hawkeye looked at each other and smiled, turning their heads: "Of course, Mr. Stark, thank you for your reminder."

......

"Ah-choo ~"

Leaning against a big tree by the roadside, Wo Jin yawned lazily.

He had been standing here for almost an hour, and Stark's convoy had not yet arrived.

Beep beep.

The phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

"Mr. Wo Jin, Stark's convoy is heading towards you, please seize the opportunity to complete the task assigned by the Boss..."

Annoying.

Before he could finish listening, Wo Jin impatiently hung up the phone.

He spat on the ground, took a few steps forward, and came to the center of the road.

Not long after, in front of his sight, a team of black cars slowly drove towards here.

"Damn! I've been waiting for a long time, you're finally here!"