Marvel's Cultivator

finally reached!

After traveling all the way, Coulson finally arrived at Stark Villa at two o'clock in the afternoon. He got out of the car, stood in front of the gate of Stark Villa with a tired face, stretched out his hand, and pressed the doorbell heavily.

"Sir, Mr. Coulson is outside the door."

Stark, who was researching screen fingerprint technology in the laboratory, was a little uncomfortable with the sudden visitor.

Stark said dissatisfiedly: "These guys really linger."

"Jarvis, turn on the camera." Dissatisfaction is dissatisfaction. He has come so many times, and it is impossible to see him. Whoever tells him that he is from a special department is afraid that an announcement will be sent in a few days, and it will be uncomfortable.

"What's the matter with you? Did you get an answer to what happened last time?" Stark looked at Coulson on the screen and asked.

Although he couldn't see the other party, Coulson could hear the other party's unwelcome, and he explained helplessly: "Mr. Stark, this is really a misunderstanding!"

"Shut up your nonsense! Are you here to waste my time? Get out of here immediately! Or I'll have my lawyer sue you for harassing citizens."

Stark saw that the other party was still so perfunctory, and immediately issued an order to evict the guest.

Coulson refused: "Mr. Stark, you can't drive me away. I was ordered to ask you about the details of your escape. I won't leave until I achieve my goal. It's useless for you to sue me." .”

He was really helpless, if it wasn't for the boss's task, I wouldn't be so idle to come to you playboy!

Stark was also furious when he heard Coulson's words.

This is too rude, he has never encountered such a thing when he grows up, and if this is normal, who is not polite to him.

He said very unhappy: "Goodbye! Mr. Investigator!"

"Jarvis! Turn off the camera and voice calls!" Stark ordered Jarvis angrily.

"Wait a minute, you must be interested in this! This is a picture of Stark Industries weapons flowing into the black market!" Coulson hurriedly took out a picture from his briefcase and held it up to the camera.

"Isn't this the twin model?" Stark asked, looking at the content of the screen with a black line on his face.

He had only exchanged experience with these two beautiful ladies more than ten days ago, and Coulson's release now is not playing tricks on him, what is it? !

"I took it wrong, these are the ones!" Coulson found out in embarrassment that he actually took out the magazines he read on the plane, and hurriedly replaced them with pictures of Stark Industries weapons.

As soon as the picture was raised, Stark's voice stopped, and time seemed to stand still.

Coulson remained motionless nervously, the surrounding was deadly quiet, he could only hear his own slow breathing.

Suddenly, the iron door made a light click, and the deep black iron door slowly opened, as if opening the door to another world.

Stark's cold words came from the microphone: "Come in!"

He breathed a sigh of relief, and finally he could cross the barrier and officially meet the target of the mission: Tony Stark.

Walking through the [-]-meter-long corridor step by step, the glass door of the villa in front of him opened automatically, and Coulson saw Tony Stark who had been waiting for a long time. Both himself and Stark had been waiting for a long time.

Coulson politely extended his right hand and said hello: "Mr. Stark, nice to meet you."

Stark walked forward numbly, held Coulson's hand stiffly and said, "Welcome, please sit down!"

Feeling the freezing atmosphere, Coulson sat down on a sofa, crossing his hands on his knees.

Stark walked to his small bar, took down a bottle of low-alcohol drink, skillfully added a few ice cubes, and poured himself a glass.

"Do you want it?" Stark looked at Coulson and asked.

"A glass of wine." Coulson raised his index finger and said.

In any case, you can't lose in momentum. If you don't have a glass of wine, you will always feel that you are being scrutinized.

Stark took a bottle of wine casually, and slowly poured it into a thick glass.

"How much do you know." Stark held the wine glass with both hands, and while putting the wine on the table, he took pictures.

"It's not too much, and it's not too little." Coulson said sarcastically, refusing to give an accurate figure.

Stark looked at the pictures in his hand one by one, and asked, "Do you know who it is?"

Coulson nodded: "We started the investigation a few months ago. Such a large amount is not something a small executive or a certain director can do."

"Stan!" Stark said in disbelief.

Coulson nodded slowly and said, "Yes, Obadiah Stan."

Stan is the veteran of Stark Industries. He used to run Stark Industries with his father. Why did he do this? !

"We suspect that in addition to arms smuggling, he secretly funded terrorists in the Middle East in his own name," Coulson said.

"terrorist?!"

Stark remembered his kidnapping, touched the reactor on his chest subconsciously, and asked tentatively, "Did Stan plan the kidnapping?"

Coulson said noncommittally, "It's possible."

"If I die, the owner of Stark Industries will be Stan." Stark has always had this premonition, but he has never been able to confirm it. After all, Stan took care of him after his father died in a car accident.

Is he doing it to get Stark Industries?

Stark didn't expect that an amiable person like Stan would be so vicious, and he would not hesitate to collude with terrorists to kidnap him in order to get Stark Industries.

He remembered a famous Chinese saying: Knowing people, knowing the face, but not knowing the heart!

"But they just asked me to make Jericho missiles, and they didn't kill me?" Stark asked doubtfully.

"Maybe they are too self-righteous, thinking that you can't escape anyway, and instead of killing you immediately, it's better to let you make the Jericho missile first." Coulson's thinking was running quickly, guessing.

"Your guess may be right." Stark agreed.

Although terrorists are rampant, they are nothing more than a group of lunatics with weapons, and it is normal to have problems with their brains.

"We don't have enough evidence right now," Coulson said.

Stark glanced at him, took a sip of wine, and said, "What do you want me to do?"

"We need to get Stan's arms transaction records so that we can arrest him." Coulson also took a sip of his wine and said, looking at Stark without showing any weakness.

"Okay, happy cooperation!" Stark said suddenly and cheerfully.

The speed of the emotional change made Coulson unable to react for a while.

"Cooperation...pleasant."

Stark stood up, took another sip of his wine, and asked, "You don't want to question me anymore."

"Tell me when you want to, I won't force you." Coulson shook his head.

He knew that Stark was a very powerful person, and he said what he said, even if he interrogated him forcefully, he would only get him back, so it's better to brush up his favorability.

Maybe one day he is satisfied, so he just said it?