Marvel in Cyclops

Obaday is in a good mood now.

Although Tony's sudden appearance made him a little unhappy, considering that most of the shareholders of Stark Industries are currently on his side, as long as he takes over the wavering Summers family, Obaday will dare to do it tomorrow. Immediately convene a board meeting and directly remove Tony from his position as chairman.

However, when he walked to Heather Summers, the current person in charge of the Summers family, the other party just looked at him indifferently, and then the bald Scott Summers next to her walked forward. He took the initiative to shake hands with him.

"Long time no see, Uncle Stan. As the old saying goes, hair does not grow on a smart head. You look like you are already extremely smart."

"Scott, please don't always use Chinese idioms. I don't understand." The corners of Obadiah's mouth kept twitching.

God couldn't understand. Scott had been using this greeting for several years. He had to say it again every time he saw him. In fact, he was mocking his bald head.

The problem is that he has not been able to do anything to this guy who despises him. After all, he is the young master of the Summers family, and he is also related to some special organizations, so he cannot afford to offend him.

"I'm glad to see you here Scott. Tony just came. He's over there. I have something to talk to your sister about." Obadiah doesn't want to talk to Scott at all now. In a word, after all, many people have a consensus when facing this famous collapse expert.

When chatting with Scott, you must bring your own antihypertensive medicine, otherwise you will be hospitalized accidentally, and then this person may go to the hospital to help you pull out the oxygen tube, in the name of relieving your pain.

"Tony is busy right now, so I won't be the light bulb." Scott glanced at him from a distance and found that Tony was busy romancing with Pepper.

"As for my sister, she is not feeling very well today and has a sore throat, so if you have anything to say to me, she said I can take care of her." Scott said and glanced at Heather who was not far away.

Heather, on the other hand, smiled cooperatively and pointed to her throat, then raised her glass and gestured to Obaday.

At this moment, Obadiah's expression suddenly became very bad.

"That's it. Let's wait until she gets better." In fact, there is no need to say it. Doesn't he still know who Scott is? One of Tony's two best friends.

Talking to him about killing Tony is asking for trouble, right?

"No, if there's anything you can really tell me directly, for example... it's related to Tony." Scott suddenly came to Obadiah's side and blinked with excitement.

"Tony...he hasn't been in a good mood recently. As an uncle, I am very busy, so I would like to ask you to go see him more often when you have nothing to do." Obadiah wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and there was a hint of darkness in his eyes. fear.

Could this little blind man have seen something?

"I will definitely know this, but speaking of Uncle Obaday, have you been working out recently? Your body is getting stronger and stronger." Seeing Obaday taking the bait, Scott's eyes flickered and he quickly changed the subject. .

"Are you working out? You still go to the gym twice a week. After all, I'm getting older. If you don't exercise more, you might not be able to walk in a few years." Obaday was suddenly pinched on the arm by Scott. Somewhat uncomfortable, he immediately ran away.

"Actually, I can tell you a method of exercise, Uncle Obaday. I heard that on a small island in the east, there was a man who exercised every day and spent three years to lose all his hair. He became a top fighter, and he only needed one punch to fight anyone."

"Really? There is such a powerful person." Obadiah smiled awkwardly, but he was complaining crazily in his heart.

What a master, you just want to use different tricks to complain about my hairless head!

"It's true. It is said that that person insists on doing a hundred push-ups, a hundred sit-ups, a hundred squats and ten kilometers of long-distance running every day. He insists on it every day and never stops. Then he becomes stronger and becomes more beautiful. You’re bald, Uncle Obaday, do you want to be so strong that you’re bald?”

Scott's serious look on his face made Obadie feel a little dazed.

This guy is so serious about what he said, could this really happen?

But the level of training he just mentioned doesn't seem to be very difficult. Many professional athletes and soldiers can even do it better.

But... hold on until you become bald? This seems to be some kind of special condition.

"Okay, Uncle Obadai, I wish you good health. I'll leave first if I have something else to do."

"Oh." Obaday was still immersed in the story told by Scott. When he came back to his senses, he realized that Scott had turned and left.

Scott came to the bar where free drinks were served, and as expected, he met Agent Coulson, who had a worrying hairline and a worrying future.

"How's it going? Did you hit a wall with Tony?" Scott knew that the fundamental purpose of Coulson's visit this time was to talk to Tony about the steel suit he got when he escaped, and he warned him by the way. There might be something wrong with Tony Obade.

But Tony didn't give him a chance to elaborate, and just used the excuse that their department name was too long to excuse him.

"As expected, but Scott, do you still need us to provide you with goggles?" Coulson obviously already knew about Tony making a new pair of glasses for Scott.

"I don't need them for the time being. Although the new glasses Tony made for me are not in good taste, it's good for me to have something that works."

"Really? Forget it then. It just so happens that the commander doesn't intend to equip you with a new set."

"I knew it." Scott rolled his eyes.

"By the way, remember to come for the physical examination tomorrow. Although your name is not on the register, you still have to go through some basic procedures." Coulson saw that the reporter had approached Tony and turned around to leave without saying anything more.

But Scott stayed there quietly, his eyes flashing behind his sunglasses.

"Is it another physical examination? Five times a year is a bit too frequent anyway, and the so-called physical examinations except for blood drawing are basically meaningless formalities. Black Braised Egg, what are you planning to do? What to do? Looks like it’s time to take action.”

Scott glanced at Tony, who approached Obadiah again and had an argument. He adjusted his sunglasses and didn't stop any longer.

At the same time, in the secret laboratory of S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, several scientists were sweating profusely and hiding in a room suspected to be a control room, shivering.

Behind the window in front of them, a thin man was floating in the air with his hands raised. All the metal objects in the room were banging around, and the entire laboratory looked like it had been swept by a gust of wind.

It wasn't until a burst of white smoke erupted from the ventilation fan above his head that the thin man slowly fell to the ground and fell into a coma.

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