Marvel in Cyclops

Sure enough, as soon as Scott finished speaking, he noticed that the bald man opposite him turned pale. .shung

He said this on purpose. Others may not know it yet, but Scott knows very well that the boss behind these gangsters is actually Tony Stark's most trusted uncle Obadiah.

On the surface, Obaday wants to kill Tony. After all, as long as Tony dies, he can fully control the behemoth Stark Industries.

But once Tony really dies, in order not to be criticized, he will definitely do something for his dear 'nephew'.

For example, killing the gangsters who kidnapped him seemed like a good choice.

There is no fool who can be a gangster in the Middle East. After hearing what Scott said, Baldhead struggled for a long time, and finally had to admit that Scott's words were right.

"Then what do you say should be done?"

"It's very simple, let Stark go." Scott nodded. It seemed that this bald man was not useless.

"Let him go? Do you think we are stupid? Once we let him go, Stark will definitely find ways to retaliate against us." The bald head suddenly jumped up, and the gangsters on the side seemed to have received some signal, and they all rushed The gun was pointed at Scott.

Just waiting for the bald head to give the order, Scott might become a sieve.

"So this involves what I just said about how to save you." Faced with this dangerous scene, Scott's forehead shed a few drops of cold sweat, but on the surface he still looked calm, as if Those muzzles are completely non-existent.

"Just let Stark go. I think your employer will definitely not let you go, so you have to put on a show to make Stark and your employer think that Stark escaped on his own. In this way, you Your boss has no reason to cause trouble for you. As for Stark, it is even simpler. You only need to let him know who your boss is? All his attention will be focused on causing trouble for your boss and ignore you. Insignificant little people.”

Scott stood up slowly and walked to the bald man's side.

"How about this? This method won't cost you anything. It doesn't sound bad."

Scott gave the bald head a multiple-choice question, whether to believe him or to kill him and blow them all up into the sky.

"Let's go." After hesitating for a long time, Baldhead finally seemed to make a decision.

Seeing that the gangsters around him had all put away their guns, he knew that he had succeeded this time.

"Sister Natasha, I know Stark's location." He reported to Natasha in a low voice on the communication channel, and Scott received a reply soon.

"I heard it. Your negotiation just now was very good. If you had negotiated in such a serious manner before, you wouldn't have become a negotiator."

"Ha ha."

Baldhead agreed to take Scott to meet Tony Stark, and on the way to the detention location, he kept consulting with Scott on how to act in this play to make it more realistic.

Scott used what he learned from Stanislavski to patiently teach the bald man how to improve his acting skills.

The secret is actually just six words.

Stare, pout.

As long as your eyes are wide enough, your acting skills will not be able to catch up with you, and the audience will be attracted by your eyes.

At this time, you pout again, show your big white teeth, and send a message to your opponent.

"Yeah, I washed you."

Your opponent is guaranteed to fly into a rage and explode on the spot, unable to take care of themselves.

Seeing the originally vicious gangsters in the car practicing staring and pouting, Scott couldn't help but regret.

Are you teaching too much?

What if these people all become movie stars in the future?

The convoy soon arrived in a desert. Not far away, they were about to reach the cave base that Scott had seen in the movie. At this time, Natasha spoke on the communication channel.

"Once we get to the place, continue to hold them back while I go in to rescue them."

"Well... I think something happened over there." Scott looked at the cave not far away and replied directly to Natasha.

At the same time, the gangsters sitting in the car only heard a violent explosion.

A fire rose in the distance.

Scott vaguely saw a large iron lump walking out of the cave, and then he set fire to the missiles stored in the base.

The continuous explosions and flames shook the convoy on their side.

Scott knew that they were still a little late. The first generation of Iron Man had officially come out, and Tony Stark had already created a world with his extraordinary mind.

It's just that his mind is obviously a little off-center at the moment. He still plays with fire even though he knows there are missiles at the door. Isn't this a dying man digging a hole and digging his own grave?

Sure enough, with bursts of dazzling fire, a figure flew high from the direction of the cave. Then its firepower seemed to be insufficient, and it fell in another direction with black smoke.

Baldhead wanted to ask the convoy to chase in that direction, but Scott stopped him.

"If I were you, I would wait for a while before going there. Tony Stark obviously escaped on his own. This is basically consistent with the script we set before. There are better ways to put it out than now. Any chance of him leaving?" Scott smiled slightly.

"As for the things he has on him, you can recycle them as you like after we are gone. It can be regarded as a farewell message from Stark to you." Scott saw what the bald head really cared about and hurriedly added.

Then he opened the car door and planned to leave.

However, at this time Baldhead suddenly jumped out of the car and grabbed Scott.

"What do you want from helping us like this?"

Looking at the bald head's sharp eyes, Scott sighed.

"All I want is a favor. I think you can accomplish great things, provided that you live to see the day when you succeed. Therefore, think twice before you act. This is my final warning to you." Scott glanced at the other party with a complicated expression, then tapped his ears, smiled meaningfully, and left.

Not far away, Scott heard bursts of explosions coming from behind.

Looking back, the original convoy was now shrouded in flames.

"You really did something in the convoy, sister Natasha." Scott knew that Natasha would follow them the whole time, and the most likely place to hide was under the car.

And as an elite killer, how could she let those people leave alive?

"Yeah, I'm really sorry for blowing up your favorite gangster." Natasha quickly replied to Scott in the communication channel.

"Okay, hurry up and find Stark. He must not be far away yet."

Scott turned around and ran towards the direction where Stark fell before without looking back.

Behind him, behind the blazing fire, the bald man was leading his few escaped companions. He glanced at him gratefully and turned to leave.

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