Marvel turns into Iron Man

For most people, it can be said that it is quite an honor to have a seat at the awards ceremony. However, in the eyes of Ms. Stark, Luo just finds it boring. On the contrary, I am more interested in the casino downstairs in the hotel.

At least in the casino, she can feel a more relaxed and happy atmosphere, and even feel like returning to her own home-but, of course, all of this must be based on the fact that she is rich.

As the largest city in Nevada, Las Vegas, which has the title of the world's four major casinos, is a big city with no less prosperity than New York.

However, the prosperity of New York is the prosperity of life everywhere, you can always find some peace in the prosperity of New York, while Las Vegas is a big party that never stops noisy, Everyone in the city is part of the party.

Las Vegas is a special city. The economic model centered on the gaming industry has driven the city towards a bigger, more prosperous, and crazier direction, and finally shaped such a West Coast city ​​of entertainment.

The streets and alleys of the city are full of feasting and neon colors, and there are groups of people who lost themselves in the carnival atmosphere.

Las Vegas is like two sides of a coin, one is hell, the other is heaven, and the two extremes are inseparable.

The Ministry of Defense's best contribution award ceremony ended at midnight, and Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes found Miss Stark in the hotel's casino.

"Oh, bad, he saw it."

Seeing the black brother friend who came over with resentment, Miss Stark at the gaming table blinked her eyes, her expression was a little embarrassed, so she picked up the goblet at hand and took a sip of the Champs Elysees inside. Cocktail, he stuck out his tongue lightly.

"Toni, do you know how embarrassed I was when your name was called at the meeting and you weren't there?"

Obviously, Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes was a little angry at Miss Stark's behavior of releasing his pigeons. In order to avoid her friend's nagging, Miss Stark decided to pretend to be drunk, so she immediately put on an appearance that I was already drunk .

"Roddy, you would never have imagined how much money I made today. I took 100 million as a bet and made 300 million dollars back. Hahahahahahahaha..."

When she turned to face Rhodes, the soles of her feet slipped slightly, and she fell onto Rhodes' body. The goblet in her hand was also leaning against Rhodes' body, and the bright red wine was soaked. Rhodes' military uniform made the expression on Rhodes' face extremely exciting.

At the gaming table, those gamblers who were cheated out of 300 million by Miss Stark naturally also saw this scene. She was very shrewd when she showed off her power on the gaming table before, but now she pretended to be Drunk state.

Looking at Miss Stark lying on the chest of Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes, the corners of the other guests at the gaming table twitched, their lips twitched, but they didn't know what to say.

It can only be said that this woman is really a natural actress, a full-fledged actress, and seeing that the bodyguards brought by Miss Stark have surrounded her, considering that she can't mess with her, she can only leave here helplessly , Go to the next table to see if you can earn back the lost bet.

Of course Miss Stark was not drunk, she was just trying to pretend to be drunk and get away with it, not to mention, she and Rhodes have known each other for a long time, even if Rhodes knew in her heart that she was pretending to be drunk, she probably wouldn't Just call the roll, everyone takes a step back, and it's convenient for everyone, isn't it good?

Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes looked at the woman clinging to him like an octopus, as well as his military uniform that was dampened by her glass of brandy cocktail, and his already dark face was a little darker. Line, does this woman really know no shame?

She must know.

Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes thinks that he knows her character better than anyone else, especially when she is drunk. I am afraid that she has decided in her heart that she will not nag her because of this, so she chooses this way of escape. .

"She's drunk, take her back to her room, remember to remind her of tomorrow's itinerary, I'll go back first—"

With that said, Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes stripped off the body exuding a strong smell of female hormones, supported her body, and pushed her to her bodyguard leader, Happy Hogan.

"Okay, Lieutenant Colonel, I remember."

Looking at his boss's nonsense behavior, Happy Hogan, as a bodyguard, shook his head helplessly. Ever since Miss Stark proposed the idea of ​​coming to the casino, he has been by her side. For her Whether he was drunk or not, he knew best in his heart.

However, as a personal bodyguard with good professional ethics, he would never take the initiative to reveal his boss's background, but just ordered other people to collect the gambling chips earned by Miss Stark on the gaming table and send them to the gambling table. The place where the money was exchanged was exchanged for money, and it was transferred to Miss Stark's private account.

"Miss, the lieutenant colonel has already left."

The implication is naturally that you can receive your acting skills enough to set foot on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, and basically no one believes it.

"It's boring--come on, go home."

Miss Stark straightened up slowly, with a lack of interest on her face, she didn't care about what other people thought of her, and walked towards the gate of the casino on her own.

"Go get the car over here."

Seeing the back of Miss Stark going away, Happy immediately followed her and caught up with her. Of course, he didn't forget to turn around and tell another bodyguard who came with him to go to the hotel's basement to pick up the car After all, if the boss is leaving, it is impossible for them, who are bodyguards, not to follow.

Miss Stark didn't drink much alcohol, not to mention that the alcohol content of the cocktails was not high. As soon as the night wind blew, most of the original alcoholism had basically dissipated. After waiting for a few minutes, soon, an extended black The Lincoln concierge parked at her feet.

As a personal bodyguard, Harpy habitually helped the boss open the car door, but Miss Stark just smiled lightly, stretched out her hand, patted his fat face with the back of her hand, and immediately prepared to enter the car.

But before she got into the car, a woman in a casual lady's suit suddenly ran over. Accompanied by her trot all the way, her chest surged, and the press card hanging around her fair neck was also gone. Then he jumped and swayed until he was stopped by Miss Stark's bodyguards.

"Miss Stark—sorry, sorry, Miss Stark, can you spare some time for an interview?"

"It's a pretty girl, a reporter from Vanity Fair."

Happy glanced at the female reporter, slowly bent down, leaned into Miss Stark's ear, and said softly.

Hearing his words, Miss Stark frowned, and immediately put on an expression of appreciation, as if she was very satisfied with Happy's way, and then slowly got out of the car.

"You want to interview me, of course you can, are you?"

When I came to the female reporter, I took a closer look at the girl in front of me. She was about the same height as me, with a good figure, blond hair and blue eyes, good facial features, and extra points for cup cups.

All in all, it was just the type that could stir up the long-standing desire in her heart——Looking at the girl in front of her, a smile appeared on Miss Stark's face.

"Hi, I'm Kristen from Vanity Fair Magazine."

"I heard that you attended the awards ceremony of the Ministry of National Defense today and won the award of Messenger of Peace, but I just want to know that the existence of weapons brings massacres, but they awarded you such an award of Messenger of Peace , don't you think this is a kind of irony to you?"

"On the other hand, the evaluation of you internationally is not very good, and you have even been given a nickname - the angel who sells weapons of death. Do you think this is a kind of slander for your reputation?"

The female reporter stood in front of Miss Stark and took out her notebook, but the words on her mouth were full of the most acrimonious words of idealists for the capitalists who sell weapons, which made Miss Stark's face look pale. The smile froze for a moment, and the brows frowned slightly.

"Christine, you have to be clear that the history of human beings is actually an encyclopedia of wars. Humans often have endless debates centered on wars, but I only know one thing, peace is a luxury , to get it, the price you need to pay is absolutely unimaginable.”

She looked at the reporter in front of her and shook her head lightly, but she was unavoidably depressed. This inexplicable woman came to her door inexplicably, and her words were full of idealist intentions. do something.

"You should be thankful, Christine, that you were born in a powerful country. This country has sufficient strength to ensure the safety of Americans, but the prerequisite for ensuring the personal safety of Americans is not weapons and the army."

"Of course, when the world no longer needs wars, I would rather be able to devote myself to industries such as education, medical care, and energy. Although selling weapons will bring me thousands of times of benefits, it is not my responsibility. original intention."

Miss Stark said so, and she really thought so. After that, when she felt that the arms trade could no longer bring her enough benefits, she would completely abandon the arms trade market.

She wants to turn to a more promising industry, whether it is medical treatment or energy, which is something she is very interested in - especially under the premise that she has mastered advanced technology, it will inevitably bring about industrial upgrading and a steady stream of benefits. funds.

"Okay, that's all for the interview, I'm going back to rest."

Although Miss Stark had the idea of ​​tricking this girl into bed at first, it gradually disappeared during the communication. She does have some sense of taste, but she is not the type who is hungry. This kind of person is not pure in heart. , her mental cleanliness doesn't even want to have anything to do with the other party.

The convoy drove away slowly, and drove towards the branch office of the group along the main road of Las Vegas, leaving only a female reporter who did not get the information she wanted, alone in the evening breeze downstairs of the hotel. silence.

"Good morning, boss, your clothes have been ironed and sent back."

In the early morning of the next day, at the Malibu villa, Miss Stark was called out of bed by her life secretary, Pepper. Today, Pepper changed into a white suit covered with golden stripes, looking full of femininity.