I'm in Marvel's infinite draw

"However, I always feel that from a short distance outside the villa, there is a perception of the existence of the card... Is it an illusion, or did the family members find it so quickly?" Kyle said to himself, his eyes fell outside the window, and there was no sign of it. See other people.

At this time, next to Tony's villa, there is a building on the top of a street.

Red Ten in a black suit stood on it, blowing the cold wind from the high altitude head-on, looking down at the duplex luxury villa about 500 meters away.

Regarding the appearance of the devil card, Hong Shi knew about it a long time ago, and he was extremely excited, but he still chose to complete the assassination task at hand according to the plan.

The Karl family secretly recruits a group of children every 20 years as newly promoted card players. For the previous card players, only the elite card players who have been promoted to the 'Black Order' can continue to stay in the base. The rest of the card players, Will go out on their own to create dependent families or forces around the world.

Rob is the third member of the Karl family, inheriting the name of the "Red Ten". As the first carder, his grandfather spent a huge amount of family contribution points to send him into the Karl family when he was young.

In the Karl family, they can continuously acquire abilities, evolve extraordinary, and explore immortality. No carder is willing to leave the general base that is the Holy Land.

"If the Patriarch really comes back, take advantage of this opportunity to complete the task perfectly in New York and show yourself well!" Hong Ten took a deep breath and took out a photo from his pocket.

The above is a candid shot angle, the shot is a little blurry, and it was slightly blocked by Tony, and the target person can only be seen as a silver-haired young man wearing a hood and sunglasses.

Hong Shi stared coldly, waved his hand slightly, and a small blade flew out from the cuff of his suit, accurately nailing the photo to the iron fence.

In the evening, as the sun set and night fell slowly, New York City was lit up one by one.

Tony, who was still staying in the basement of the villa, suddenly received a message. When he clicked on it, he unexpectedly found that Uncle Stanislav had held a dinner party in his name, and did not send him an invitation letter.

"What do you mean, you think I won't go?"

Tony frowned slightly, greeted Jarvis, planned to change clothes, and drove directly to the banquet site.

But after walking a few steps, Tony stopped, glanced upstairs, and ordered: "Jarvis, you go and call Mr. Xiaka and ask him if he wants to go to the dinner together, anyway, he hasn't had dinner yet."

Jarvis immediately conveyed the original words. When Kyle heard it, he touched his chin in surprise, "Going to the banquet?"

He is going to the banquet now, and it will really blow up later.However, what does it matter...

Kyle did whatever he wanted without worrying too much, so he agreed.

10 minute later.

Tony picked out a silver supercar and drove to the garage door. Kyle, who was dressed in a black tuxedo, opened the door and sat in the back seat of the car.

"Mr. Ka, do you still need to wear sunglasses at night?" Tony looked at Kyle through the mirror and asked in surprise.

"I have a bruise around the corner of my eye," Kyle said with a shrug.

Tony curled his lips, deciding that Kyle, like him, likes to pretend to be cool, stepped on the accelerator, and drove the sports car out of the underground garage.

outside the villa.

Red Ten, who had been guarding outside and preparing to do something, was stunned when he saw the sports car carrying Tony and Kyle away. He glanced around, quickly unlocked a motorcycle, and chased after it at full speed.

In the heart of New York, a high-end party.

A bunch of media at the scene were holding up the cameras and microphones, and they were crowded on both sides of the entrance of the party. Stanislav was smiling, and warmly greeted and received every distinguished guest who came to the party.

At this moment, a shiny silver sports car stopped at the entrance of the banquet, and Tony calmly opened the door and stepped out.

"My God, it's Tony Stark!"

More than a dozen media reporters exclaimed. Amid Stanis dark and slightly ugly expression, they gathered together and moved inwards around Tony.

Kyle in the back seat of the sports car shook his head secretly. Tony is really a sharp weapon to attract firepower. He easily opened the rear door and came out. Everyone's eyes were on Tony, but no one noticed him.

"Mr. Stark, I hope you can answer the next question."

The media personnel were chasing after him. Tony thought he was asking about the shutdown of the weapons manufacturing department again, so he didn't want to pay attention to it. Unexpectedly, several reporters looked frenzied and quickly said the question:

"This morning, your godfather's demon card appeared on various platforms. Please tell me, what do you think of your godfather?"

"Mr. Stark, have you seen the Godfather himself in recent years or recently?"

"Godfather Kyle has retired for so long, is he going to return to the public eye?"

"Um???"

Facing the question, Tony was stunned, stood where he was, and looked at the media reporters in disbelief, "My godfather—appeared?!"

Chapter 221

The venue of the party is a large and high-end bar and dance hall. The neon lights shine from the ceiling, which is gentle and not dazzling, leaving a gloomy and conservative atmosphere. Beautiful and fashionable music flows quietly in the hall.

The invited participants are all successful and promising young people in various industries. Men wear suits, leather shoes, ties and watches, handsome gentlemen, and women wear evening dresses, headbands and jewelry.

With Tony passively dealing with the group of media reporters at the entrance of the party, Kyle was at ease. He entered the ballroom smoothly all the way, took the red wine from the waiter, and sat in a dimly lit corner seat. superior.

Taking a sip of the red wine, Kyle leaned on the soft leather chair, squinted his eyes and looked at the gentlemen and beauties dancing with ballroom dancing pairs to the music.

Time seems to be staggered, and it is subtly connected with a certain scene during World War II, but it is quickly shattered and returns to the real reality.

"It's been three or four days, and it's time to fully adapt to the current 21st century."

Kyle sighed in his heart, tasting the new red wine alone, at this moment, a familiar voice suddenly approached, "Excuse me, can I sit with you?"

In a trance, Kyle's body trembled slightly. This voice was very similar to Peggy Carter's, as crisp, powerful, clean, and with a hint of irresistible determination.

He looked up and saw a young woman with a white shirt and a western-style jacket on her upper body, and long trousers on her lower body. She had slightly curly blond hair and a light makeup. She had neat and beautiful features and was similar to Peggy. alike.

But everything was just a resemblance, and the woman who was approaching now, with her head down and a professional and polite smile, was obviously not Peggy.

Despite this, Kyle still nodded calmly, "Sit whatever you want."

The woman smiled and sat in the seat directly opposite to the small table where Kyle was. A pair of bright eyes looked at Kyle carefully, and a thoughtful expression appeared on her pretty face.

Just when Kyle thought that the other party recognized him, the woman confidently judged: "You and I are equally strange. You are incompatible with the other people at this party, so it shouldn't be purely for social entertainment, right?"

Kyle was taken aback for a moment, and soon realized that he still looks like a 23-year-old youth, younger than when the major general retired.After 63 years, this has become a blind spot in the cognition of ordinary people in society.

Many people have their own preconceived notions, thinking that the legendary great man who is a symbol of peace is now inevitably a 90-year-old old man with a thin body and gray hair.

This is why Kyle, who only wears sunglasses and has changed from blond hair to silver hair, walks on the bustling streets, even until now when the devil card is displayed, no one can identify him.

"Guess right." The woman looked at the blankness on his face, covered her mouth and smiled lightly, blinked her beautiful eyes playfully, and said in a low voice, "To tell you the truth, my name is Ellie Carter. A reporter for the New York Times."

Allie Carter?

Kyle stared, not knowing what he was thinking, listening to her continue.

"I sneaked into this banquet venue." Ellie looked around vigilantly, approached Kyle and whispered, "I saw you getting off Tony's sports car just now. Can you tell me, the relationship between you and him?" Is it okay, bodyguard?"

Kyle was silent for a moment, looked directly at her through the sunglasses, and said, "I can answer any of your questions. However, if you ask me a question, I will also ask you a question."