[Comprehensive British and American] Fulian Hotel

Tony woke up, he didn't open his eyes immediately, but continued to maintain the posture before the coma, he can be sure that the other party didn't intend to entertain him at all, because he was thrown very casually on the cold ground at this time , not even a rug.

He felt a bit astringent in his mouth, probably because he had bitten the tip of his tongue, and when he swallowed, it smelled like rusty blood. Then, he heard a strange sound, a very rhythmic thud, like water flowing through a pipe. passing sound.

Just when Tony wanted to prick up his ears to listen carefully, a happy male voice broke into his ears: "Tony, are you awake? It's so happy, and it's time for the children to get up."

Tony didn't react when he was exposed, but he didn't continue to pretend to be asleep. He stretched out his hands and rubbed the back of his sore neck and sat up. The nurse's acupuncture skills were good, and there was only a small wound on the back of his neck. Just the eye of a needle: "Good morning, Jim."

"Is it time to say good morning...is it really?" Moriarty rolled his eyes and smiled, "I don't want to tell you, so you can guess how far you have been transported."

I knew it was impossible to get it out so easily, so Tony just curled his lips with a little regret: "Girl, you are really suspicious, that's why you don't like men."

Moriarty just laughed, and changed his posture to support his head. He was sitting on a delicately carved mahogany chair. Even the armrests of that chair were carved with fine golden patterns. It looked expensive, but Moriarty didn't seem to care at all, just scratched the armrest with the key in his hand boredly, leaving traces.

His spatial position is much higher than Tony's. This is a posture that can easily create an invisible sense of oppression, and it is easy to control the main position in the dialogue.

It's a pity that no mental oppression is effective for a guy like Tony who thinks in outer space. He just raised his chin at the chair Moriarty was sitting on, with a look of feigned regret: "The waste of money, the last time I saw it , it's still in the museum in City C."

"I always like the best," said Moriarty, shrugging. "I've never seen you before. Who are you?"

"Tony Stark, Iron Man, billionaire, playboy, whichever you like." Tony said, turning his head and looking around carelessly, he seemed to be in the middle of a wonderful ancient Roman Colosseum , It’s just small, the auditorium has been greatly reduced, only a few rows, replaced by a circle of black cameras, the position of the lens is facing Tony, Tony made a face at one of them, “Oh, that Black guys make me feel really uncomfortable."

"I don't remember you, so you must be an inconspicuous little person, but you completely disrupted my plan. I should have been the one who made an appearance at John's wedding, but you suddenly jumped out , causing me to temporarily change the plan." Moriarty looked childishly displeased.

"Oh, your temporary change of plan is to blow up the wedding venue and throw me in the fire?"

"It was just a greeting ceremony, besides, I am serious about fighting fires." Moriarty blinked.

"Ah, so you were the fireman Steve was smirking at that day."

"Are you jealous?"

"Sorry, I've always been big-hearted." Tony grinned hypocritically, "What did you bring me here for?"

"Me?" Moriarty laughed, seeming to find this question inconceivable, "Of course I brought you here to kill you."

"Oh, unexpected." Tony looked at the doors on the left and right sides, "As a Colosseum, don't you think this place is too simple?"

"There is no way. People nowadays are too timid. Their courage is only enough to enter a string of URLs, and then hide in the dark, behind the screen, and enjoy watching other people die." Moriah Ti tilted her head and added, "But these idiots are very happy to pay. This website has made me a lot of money. There are always more cowardly and incompetent perverts in the world than you can imagine."

"Oh, why didn't I think of using this to make extra money." Tony swallowed, watching three of the doors being pushed open with a creak, and three tall and strong men were pushed in, their breathing was rapid , his face flushed red, and his condition was very abnormal.

Tony was sure he could smell something wafting through the air, a familiar, psychic smell, and he used to love these boredom distractions - but unfortunately Captain America threw them out after coming here , that old-fashioned guy would like to let everyone have the same routine as him and live a healthy life.

All the cameras around were turned on, and the red indicator lights lit up.

Tony had a very bad feeling.

"It's an old game, but everyone likes it." Moriarty said pouting, then shook the golden key in his hand to the central platform, and said in a frustrated tone, "Dear viewers who log in to the website Guys, it’s time for the game once a month again. As you can see, the old rule is that ten hours is the time limit. Among the four people, only one can get out alive. Who can get the key and get out alive? What about this place? Please look forward to the wonderful show kicking off."

"You can get out alive after you get the key? It's amazing how soft-hearted you are."

Moriarty pretended to hold down a camera, and hissed: "I'll tell you a secret, but I can't actually, there is a shooter behind that door, you will die if you walk out, but if you don't go out, you will die." It's going to explode in an hour, and bullets are more likely to dodge than bombs, right?"

[The system prompts that you have accepted the task [choose one of four]. 】The abrupt system sound sounded in Tony's mind.

"...Jarvis, no one will think you are dumb if you don't speak at this time, and this mission name seems really unlucky."

******

Because of the issue involving Moriarty, and even the missing Tony's attention level was raised, McCoff mobilized almost half of Scotland Yard's police officers to secretly investigate their whereabouts.

But got nothing.

"What is that?" The police officer sitting in front of the computer suddenly exclaimed.

The hotel staff didn't even bother to get in front of their computers. They certainly didn't care about the safety of London, and they didn't care much about Tony either—they all agreed that it would be nice if Iron Man didn't do harm to others.They were just looking for a reason to escape work logically. Sherlock was injured, Tony disappeared, and all the trivial entrustments of the citizens had to be resolved by them.

The only person who is seriously concerned about the development of the situation is Steve, the No. [-] hotel moral model.

Steve asked, "What's this?"

"I don't know, it jumped out suddenly." The police officer also looked a little confused, and tapped the keyboard, "The domain name is untraceable."

The headline of the website is the English words in bold: choose one of four.Below is a brief introduction to the rules of the game, the message board is being swiped by crazy audiences, and a video is playing in the center of the web page.

"This is a killing site. Only one of the several people can survive. The time limit is ten hours." The policeman quickly glanced at the rules.

"...Tony?" Steve's eyes widened. One of the four was the missing Tony Stark. "Where's his armor?!"

Now even the other few people lost their playfulness, and they all leaned in front of the computer with serious expressions. No one knows better than their comrades how bad it is for Tony to lose his armor—the way he uses armor to fight, just It is destined that his unarmed combat power is far inferior to the other Avengers present.

As they feared, the other end of the screen looked almost one-sided gang fight.

If Tony had said it himself, he'd have corrected that it wasn't almost, it was fucking at all.

God testified that the three big guys who took stimulants were crazy. Tony coughed violently on the ground, turned his head and spat out the blood in his mouth: "Boys, didn't we press the pause button? There are still more than nine hours How about we sit down and have a heart-to-heart talk?"

The response was another slap in the face, the man had something like a ring on his hand, and Tony bent over his bleeding face, assuring that one of his teeth was definitely broken, but thankfully, He hasn't seen his whole skin on the opponent's ring yet: "Cough... I'm such a conservative person, I'm usually not used to one-on-three, or three men."

At this time, he was very envious of the captain's quadruple ability. At least it could make his left eye, which was swollen enough to block his vision, recover faster. The key, he can only fight for some intermission time by himself... Tony simply covered his head and lay on the ground, bearing the stormy beatings from the other three on his back, allowing himself to fall into a coma for a few seconds.

And in Scotland Yard thousands of miles away from him, Steve was looking at the man in suit and leather shoes in disbelief: "What did you say?"

Mycroft looked calm: "I said, you are not allowed to rescue Tony Stark."