Black Hand Covers the Sky in Meiman

New York, Caesar's Palace, Anthony looked at the information in his hand.

"It seems that our old friend still can't hold it back, but the fact that he can endure it until now is somewhat beyond my expectation." Anthony threw the information aside and chuckled: "It's time to arrange people. I was a little stupid and actually posted the task directly to the dark web. Although there were indeed a few gaps in between, this was a joke among professionals.

Moreover, he overestimates the professional ethics of those who can survive in the dark web. If someone really tracks him down in the future, these guys who only care about money will not preserve the so-called professional ethics for him. "

"Do you want me to wipe off his marks, boss?" Gin, who was leaning against the wall, looked up and asked.

"There's no need," Anthony shook his head slightly and said, "There's no need for us to wipe his ass here. The reason why we brought him here from Siberia is not just to let him give to Tony Stark. Looking for trouble?

What's more, there are too many clues left behind by him. If you are really serious, you will find out sooner or later. Moreover, this guy still has a certain sense of proportion and has not directly attacked scientific researchers like Tony Stark. So even if he is found out, the people above will not allow others to touch him. There is no need for us to get involved. "

"Understood," Gin nodded.

"But" Anthony flipped through the information again and said with a smirk, "We can follow up on the subsequent events, such as taking a photo of Tony Stark's heartbroken expression and keeping it as a souvenir."

The annual weapons exhibition in Washington was officially held. Anthony and other arms dealers had arrived at the venue early, waiting for the exhibition hall to open.

Seeing that the staff of the group were doing the final debugging and maintenance of all the exhibited products, Anthony, who had nothing to do, took Gin to Ivan Vanke in the opposite exhibition hall.

"I have to say that you have really designed a very outstanding product. It is so shocking every time I see it." After greeting Ivan Vanke, Anthony came to the Vanke armor covered with cloth and sighed. .

"Of course, this is specially prepared by me to disgrace Tonistar and the world at this exhibition. The design and craftsmanship are top-notch. It is no exaggeration to say that it is worthy of the most powerful of this era. The title of the armor." Ivan Vanke accepted Anthony's praise unceremoniously and said smugly.

"Maybe," Anthony looked deeply at Ivan Vanke and warned: "But one thing I want to remind you is that the video material I showed you last time was from Stark Group almost a week ago. It’s unknown whether the exhibitors are of this type, so you still have to be careful here.”

"Understood, but it's useless even if he upgrades that suit of armor," Ivan Vanke said confidently: "No matter how he upgrades in a short time, he can't do without the framework he designed at that time. According to that design idea To design, not to mention anything else, the material cost alone would cost at least 3 million yuan, not to mention the research and development costs of the corresponding intelligent systems and armor.

Such a high-cost item will naturally sell for a higher price. With such a high price, it can only become a toy for the rich. No matter how big the budgets of the buyers from the military and other countries are, it is impossible for them to purchase his armor on a large scale. "

"In that case, let me wish you a good time here." Anthony took two glasses of red wine from Gin next to him, handed one to Ivan Vanko, then clinked the glasses with him and chuckled. : "At that time, if you have some interesting photos and videos, you can give them to my people, and I will pay a high price."

"Okay, if there is really any interesting video material that I can keep, I will make a copy for you." After tasting the red wine in the glass, Ivan Vanke suddenly remembered something and turned to Anthony and asked: " By the way, Mr. Anthony, you know my final exhibit products, but I don’t seem to know exactly what weapons you are displaying, which seems a bit unfair. To be honest, the name of the exhibit in the catalog But it made me guess for a long time, is a man’s romance the name of some kind of missile?”

"It's a surprise. It's pointless to say it now," Anthony said, pretending to be mysterious.

"That's it," Ivan Vanko