Which one is better if the officials are forced to die together [Comprehensive British and American]

Tony would not be upset by Jarvis's heart-pounding words for a long time, he just muted Jarvis now.

But there is no one else in the office now, only he heard Jarvis spit out with a standard British accent, and Tony didn't react too exaggeratedly.

He still has some doubts in his heart. If you say he doesn’t trust Pep, it doesn’t exist, but if you say he didn’t irresponsibly push everything on Pep... a thick-skinned Tony can’t get rid of this. Speak out.

"I know you're in there! I know you can hear me! I know you can see me!" Pep kicked Tony's office door hard, and pointed his weary face at the camera, "Look My face, look at my whole body, Tony, even if you don't care about the company's affairs, you have to care about your secretary, right? I beg you, don't cause trouble for me like today!"

She didn't expect to hear Tony's answer, and the voice came out from under the camera:

"Hello, Pep," Tony's nonchalant voice fell into Pep's ears, "Yesterday's work was really hard for you. I mean, if the old man was still around, he would definitely praise you like that."

"Oh, really? I don't think so." Pep also calmed down a lot. She put her hands on her chest and showed a sneer, "Although Howard can cause trouble just like you, he can always handle everything by himself. I When you were his secretary, it wasn't like it is now...everything you do is what you should do."

"Don't be so mean."

"Sorry boss, if you think the truth is mean."

Tony managed to choke, and he lay back on the back of his chair, looking at Pep who appeared in front of him in the form of a holographic projection.

She did look pretty bad, not at all like a professional who had made her name in the mall, with sweat stains on her professional suit, oily hair, and ruined makeup.

The appearance of any one of these three items will greatly reduce the image of a woman, and it is a nightmare to appear together—at least Tony has never seen Pep with this image. In his impression, shrewdness is synonymous with Pep. A powerful woman walks around in high-heeled boots, giving orders in Stark Corporation, and you need to listen carefully to any word she speaks.

"...I promise this will never happen again." Tony paused for a long while before saying.

"Tell me what 'something like this' is." Pep pressed on, relentless.

"...What should I say? It's something similar to what I announced yesterday. After I say it, everyone thinks I'm crazy, and it will put Stark Industries at risk."

"And things that would drive me crazy with overtime," Pep added.

"Okay, it's up to you. I won't do this in the future."

Pep stared at the camera, her expression rather unfriendly and full of suspicion: "Don't let me in? Won't you tell me these promises face to face?"

Tony subconsciously glanced at the vegetable juice he put aside, and then quickly replied to Pep: "I don't think this is a good idea, I think you should go home and take a shower and change clothes, what do you think? Woolen cloth?"

In the video, Pep's expression stiffened.

She raised her arms, lowered her head and looked roughly at her own image for a while, showing a weird expression that could describe her complex mood in 1 words, but she gave the camera a hard look and left aggressively.

"I don't think you should talk to Pep like that," Carl said.

"Oh! God!" Tony was taken aback by Carl who suddenly interrupted, "Where did you come from? You don't feel happy if you don't scare me, right? Jarvis, when did you get connected?" Telephone?"

"While you promised Ms. Pep, sir."

"Yes, that's right," Carl said quite seriously. "You shouldn't make promises you know you can't keep, Nini. Pep will disappoint you."

"I can't see what he expects from me now." Tony pouted, "She doesn't like me. As my secretary, she had better not like me. I made a mistake, she mopped up, and then she rushed over to scold me , that’s how we get along.”

"Actually she quite likes you," Carl said with a smile, "it's just that she likes you in a different way than you're used to. With all due respect, other women usually like you because they don't know you—"

"OK, stop talking, I'm afraid I can't help but punch your handsome face."

"—Pep likes you because he knows you." Carl continued on his own, "Of course you don't even think that she can have any romantic feelings for you. If you don't change it, let Pep deal with you." Those 'everyday beauty' habits, or make some other change that makes everyone look good."

Tony took a swig from the vegetable juice and slammed the glass back into place.

"You sound idle. Where are you? Are you driving from Gotham to New York? You should switch to a helicopter, the car is too slow, and even if you make it in time you won't be able to get into Stark Industries The gate, the downstairs is almost surrounded by reporters."

"I haven't left yet," Carl said. "Brucey's still asleep. I'm going to take him with me."

"He doesn't have a helicopter at home?"

"Of course there is."

"Is his helicopter big enough for a bed?" Tony asked suggestively.

Carl recalled that when he was young, he was stuffed into the plane by Howard with the bed together, flew halfway around the world in his sleep, and was shocked to find that he was already located one hemisphere away after waking up.

What made Howard make such a bad move was an experiment with a high degree of secrecy. It is impossible for someone else to tell Tony Howard did this. The relationship between their father and son is not good enough to chat well. This trick can only be Tony himself. figured it out.

Carl smiled.

No matter how many conflicts there were between Howard and Tony, no matter how abnormal their relationship seemed to outsiders, no matter how much the parties did not want to admit it, Tony really looked like Howard.

He hung up the phone and turned to look at Alfred who was standing quietly in the corner: "I want to ask you a little favor, Alfred."

The old butler could see the mischievous color hidden behind Carl's smile at a glance.

But he didn't say anything, just put his hands on the seam of his trousers and bowed straight: "Serving you, sir."

"I'm going to introduce you to someone someday," Carl said. "His name is Jarvis."

But that must be a long time later, and now what they have to do is to get Bruce, who insists on staying in bed, on the plane.

There are no helicopters in Wayne Manor, only a small private plane parked.Carl felt that he was really worthy of being Bruce. There was only a private jet and no helicopter at home... It was not a matter of price, but a matter of habit.

Like him and Tony, there are both private jets and helicopters at home. Private jets are used for travel and travel, and helicopters are used when going out to discuss business or emergency situations. Simply put, private jets are used for enjoyment. Helicopters to handle things.

And Bruce only has a private jet.

You are also rich, why are you so good.

Alfred got a medical trolley and pushed the drowsy Bruce onto the private plane. Carl expressed his shock at the right time. and adjust the height.

Carl just watched helplessly as the old butler poured Bruce onto the bed of the private jet like a pancake—it was still a water bed!

Bruce was poured on it, causing the water bed to sway, and it looked too erotic... Ah no, too luxurious, right?

After returning home, he would replace all the beds on his private jet with water beds. Carl thought that it would not be appropriate to replace the beds in the bedroom with water beds, but there are many rooms in the house, so it is possible to create a new room for fun things.

The old butler seemed to be planning to fly the private jet himself, and Karl quickly stopped him:

"No, no, Afu, I'll do it, I'll do it. We may not be back in a short time, you still have to take care of Dick."

So Alfred nodded, stepped back to a safe distance, and watched the plane leave Wayne Manor.

Around the same time, Mercy hurried to her boss's office.

"As you guessed, Mr. Ayer and Mr. Wayne should go to the Stark Corporation headquarters together." She reported the news meticulously, "The Stark Industries headquarters building is still surrounded by reporters and satellite cars from various media. Some media mobilized helicopters to take remote photos of Mr. Stark, but Mr. Stark seems to have expected this, the glass outside his office is color-changing, and it seems to use new technology."

"It's not a new technology, just a simple trick," Lex said.

He let go of his clasped fingers, and looked forward, as if lost in thought.He didn't speak, and Moxi didn't dare to just stand so stupidly, and began to summarize the achievements of the Lex Group during the economic turmoil last night.

The biggest harvest is of course the shares of Stark Industries, as well as some unspeakable votes from some high-level government officials.

The former will bring substantial and steady profits, while the latter is an integral and important part of Lex's plans for the future.

So far, he has won the support of many domestic parties, and the European part has reached an agreement with him. If he wants to make a difference in the politics of American imperialism, almost all the links that need to be opened up have been unimpeded.

As long as he continues to develop steadily and slowly, the highest position is no problem for him.

But for some reason, Lex always felt restless and restless.

"Enough." He interrupted Mercy, and asked her instead, "How's the progress on the Cadmus project?"

"Not much progress. There are too few samples in the experiment, and Ms. Waller is too controlling. It is difficult to find a place to intervene."

"I see." Lex said, with a mixed expression on his face, "Get ready for the plane, I have to meet with Carl."