Marvel, who rescued him? !

The prison guard placed plates of Western food on the table. Justin wrapped a white napkin around himself and said magnanimously:

"Can you please take off my friend's handcuffs? Oh my God, he's not a beast."

As he spoke, he picked up the red wine on the table and took a sip.

A prison guard came in and removed Ivan Vanke's handcuffs.

Justin said while cutting small pieces of food with a knife and fork:

"I never expected that our first meeting would be like this. You actually did the same thing as that arrogant man. My God, you are telling the entire United States that Stark is not irreplaceable!"

Glancing at Ivan Vanke's expression, Justin continued: "My name is Justin Hammer. I think you should have heard of me. Yes, I am the biggest competitor of the Stark Group, and today I I'm looking for you because I want to make a deal with you."

As he spoke, he stood up and extended his hand to Ivan Vanke.

Ivan Vanke glanced at Justin and did not answer. The two just shook hands slightly and sat back on both sides of the dining table again.

Looking at the new dishes brought by the chef, Justin asked casually: "What are we eating today, Jack?"

The chef placed the dish on the table, uncovered the plate and said, "We have some salmon fillets, sir."

Justin smiled and said to Ivan Vanke: "What do you want to eat? I have everything here, such as the ice cream in front of me. This is Italian goods flown from San Francisco. It is my favorite flavor."

Putting a scoop of ice cream into his mouth, Justin continued: "Do you know what is most valuable in the 21st century? Talent! Just like you, just like me, just like Tony Stark, we are all leaders in this industry , of course, although the two of you are slightly different from what I am good at, it is understandable that you still have many advantages."

"For example, the sudden attack you launched on Stark a few days ago, in public, was really... wow, it shocked me so much. I saw the photos of the scene, and I also saw what was on your chest, It's fun, isn't it? Like I've always wanted to do, learn Stark's skills and then use his skills to destroy him."

Since Justin came in, Ivan Vanke has never said a word. He just stared at Justin silently, then took out a toothpick from the toothpick box and held it in his mouth.

Looking at Justin was like looking at a clown.

"We are really similar in many ways, but the difference between us is that I have resources and someone to support me, and I think, with all due respect... I think you also need someone to support you, you You need me, right?”

"Hahaha..." Ivan Vanke finally spoke. He smiled and said in Russian:

"If someone wants to use you, then you must be worthy of being used. He will not wake you up until death comes."

"Uh~" Justin frowned and said, "What are you talking about? Sorry~ Do you speak English? If you don't, I can help you find a translator~"

"Oh~ man, of course I know English." Ivan Vanke replied with a smile.

Justin also smiled and asked: "So do you understand what I just said?"

"Got it, man."

"Hahaha, I understand very well, buddy." The two of them laughed at the same time, took a toast from the red wine on the table.

"By the way, I need my bird, can you help me find it?" Ivan Vanke grabbed the cup that Justin was about to put to his mouth and asked.

"Your birds? You mean you want me to help you find a few birds? Such a small thing."

Before Justin finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ivan Vanke: "No, it's my bird."

"So it's in Moscow now? Don't worry, I will... I will..."

Ivan Vanke shook his head and said: "It's not in Moscow, it's in New York. It's in the hands of a group of guys who call themselves the Life Foundation."

"Life Foundation?! Man! They are a group of very dangerous guys. They often carry out terrorist attacks, but since you insist, I will find a way to help you find your bird."

A week later, Justin, wearing a light blue suit, took Ivan Vanke to visit his experimental base. Of course, his shabby robots only received the contempt of Ivan Vanke.

"Okay~ I'll show you this."

Justin brought Ivan Vanke to a container. He waved, and the employee behind him immediately understood and raised his hand to open the container.

As the door of the container slowly rose, the ferocious war weapons below were revealed.

"Look how about this, this is the trophy I took from Stark."

This is the first generation of armor made by Stark. It has had several generations of owners since it was created, but no one has successfully activated it.

Justin gave it a new coat of paint and installed several different types of new weapons from the Hammer Group. Except for the hole in the chest, the entire armor was so domineering that Ivan Vanke couldn't help but squint his eyes.

Justin excitedly introduced: "This armor is not just the work of Tony Stark alone. Every owner of it cherishes it very much and updates it. Obadiah calls it Iron Overlord, and I I prefer to call her—old aunt!"

"Of course, the 'girls' outside me also refer to her wonderful designs. She is really tangible, isn't she?"

Glancing at Justin, Ivan Vanke walked towards the 'old aunt', stood in front of her, looked at her and asked Justin:

"what do you want?"

Justin moved his mouth and said seriously: "I want Iron Man to become history. I want to attend the Stark Expo in a few months and sit on Stark's head and shit. Do you understand what I mean?" ?”

"Of course I understand." Ivan Vanke replied with a smile on his face: "Everything will be as you wish."

"Hey~" Justin clapped his hands excitedly and said: "I knew you could do it, you are great! I like you! Just ask for anything you need, as long as I can do it, as long as you can do it, eh ——It’s such a wonderful day, do you want to go play golf together to celebrate?”

"No, man, I have to think carefully about how to transform this big guy now." Ivan Vanke responded.

"Hmm~" Justin raised his eyebrows and warned: "Okay~ But I only have one request, and that is that you don't mess with her."

After casually breaking off the barrel of the gun installed on Justin's right hand, Ivan Vanke calmly replied: "Of course not."