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The assassin replied, "This kind of commercial assassination mission, we will let our own people infiltrate and have one of the positions. This is also one of the prices we offer, not just money."

While the assassin was speaking, Moser looked down at the files in the brown paper bags, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

These three companies are all well-known companies in the world, and their fields are freight, food, and cosmetics.

Annual income is an astronomical figure that is difficult for ordinary people to understand.

If the previous assassination of Stark was successful, there would also be assassins lurking in Stark Industries, supplying resources to the Shadow Alliance continuously.

This will also allow the assassins who go out to have a legitimate identity. If they want to assassinate any big shot later, their identities will be closer.

"Okay, that's it, you go on as usual, investigate the people around me who are related to me, and don't assassinate me in the end." Moser said.

This kind of thing really happens, some people just want to pretend to be pigs and eat tigers.

"That's natural." The assassin respectfully took the brown paper bags from Mercer's hand.

There was nothing to do here, so Mercer opened the portal and went home.

"Huh, I have a new harvest today, which is really good."

When I got home, it was already midnight, and Moser took a long breath and went to take a shower with a set of clothes.

Janata is not in the house, and she has gone somewhere.

"It seems that we need to equip this guy with a mobile phone, otherwise he won't be able to contact him even if he runs out."

Such an existence, even if he didn't return all night, Moser didn't care, and went to sleep after taking a bath.

The next day.

There was a rush of cell phone ringing in Moser's ear, rubbing his eyes sleepily, and picked up the cell phone beside the bed.

His mobile phone has been kept by the bedside, anyway, there are space gems that can be obtained at any time, but there is no need to use the mobile phone.

Seeing the caller ID, Moser suddenly had the feeling of being pulled back from the fairy world in the sky.

When the phone was connected, yin and yang strange words came from over there.

"Alex, I'm glad you're still on the phone, I'm not going to ask why I've called so many times and you haven't answered."

A female voice came from over there, and Mercer realized that he had more than twenty missed calls on his cell phone, but he always turned it on silent and had so many things going on that he never noticed it.

The female voice continued: "You will start school soon. Are you still going to school? If you don't go to school, we won't pay you the tuition and fees. It's a waste of money."

The owner of this voice seemed to want Mercer to say that he didn't want to study in the next sentence, and then they would not pay his tuition fees and not care about him.

With so much going on, Mercer also has very strong power.

But his social status is still just that of an ordinary sophomore in high school.

"I have to find a way to improve my social status. Otherwise, even if I can destroy the gods, I will still be an ordinary high school sophomore in the outside world." Mercer murmured.

"What did you say?" The other side of the phone didn't hear clearly, and asked in doubt.

"Ah, I said no, I won't go to school, that's all."

After finishing speaking, Moser didn't bother to talk nonsense with that person, so he hung up the phone directly.

When I was living in poverty before, the foster family never gave me any help.

He lived exactly the life of Harry Potter, and it was even worse, as if he was not fostered, but a slave they had taken.

Mercer moved away within a few days after traveling through time. I really don’t know how the original owner stayed there for so long.

Now that I'm getting better, I don't want to tell them, lest there be any family drama.

Now I don't need to go to school anymore.

Ordinary people go to school to have a better future.

Moser now has tens of billions of gold bars and antiques waiting for him to use. It doesn't seem to matter whether he goes to school or not.

Just as he was thinking, another cell phone ring interrupted his thoughts. He picked it up and saw that the call this time was from an unfamiliar number.

After connecting, a slightly familiar voice came, "Moser, this is Stark."

"What's the matter?" Moser looked at the time, it was only a few hours in the morning, and Stark called himself.

"Didn't you say you could study your sword for me? I really can't wait, and I want to ask if you are free now." Stark laughed.

"Now, yes, you can give me your address, and I will find you." Mercer said.

"You came to me?" Stark was stunned. "This is what I want from you. Why don't I just come to you? Why don't you come to me?"

"It's not a trouble, I also want to see your steel armor, isn't it convenient?" Moser said.

"Haha, of course not. I welcome you. Come on, I'll send you the address. You can just drive in after a while." Stark smiled.

The two of them hung up the phone without chatting, and Moser received a text message on his phone.

Mercer looked at it for a few times, then got up, washed up, and left the room.

Originally, it could be reached directly with the space gem, but if you can drive, you still drive, and you don't rush there.

Such a good car cannot be lost like this. It can still be driven from time to time, unless the place you want to go out is really far away.

More than forty minutes later, Mercer, who had been racing all the way, arrived at the place.

The mansion Stark lived in was much larger than Mercer's small villa, and the cost must have been tens of millions of dollars, not to mention the design inside.

Walking to the gate, the automatic door on the side opened, and a word with an English accent came into Moser's ears.

"You are Mr. Mercer, please come in. Mr. Stark is already waiting for you in the studio."

Mercer turned to look at a small camera on the eaves next to him. This should be the artificial intelligence that Stark had been using, Jarvis.

Without saying much, Moser drove directly towards the opened automatic door.

After driving in, it is a relatively empty studio. On the right side of the front, the work table and those materials are placed there, and on the left side are several good cars collected by Stark himself.

However, there were flame scratches on the front covers of several cars there. Mercer knew what was going on at a glance. It was accidentally burned by Stark when he was studying the steel armor. 7K妏揩

There was an empty parking space, which seemed to be for Mercer.

Moser walked down, and the confinement automatically stopped.

"Finally waiting for you!"

Stark walked up with a smile and shook hands with Mercer. Although the latter was young, he did not put on any high airs.

"Is this your car that turns into a robot? It looks so handsome!"

Stark looked at the confinement with excitement, and he paid attention to it when it backed into the garage just now.

"Yes." Moser smiled, "Confinement, come, let him transform into a human form to see, yes, you have to bend your waist, there is not enough space for you to stand."

This studio is more than five meters high, and the height of the confinement is still a little higher. If you want to become a human, you can only sit or squat.

Confinement responded with a sound of deformation, and turned into a robot form.

As expected, it can't stand up in this place, and can only squat down once it deforms.

Squatting there, like a wronged big boy.