[Comprehensive British and American] Fulian Hotel

Iron Man clapped his hands in distaste, looked at Magnussen who was successfully stripped of his panties and socks, and gave a thumbs up: "Okay, now go run ten laps in the courtyard."

"What?" Magnussen said tremblingly.

"I counted to ten?...eight, nine, ten." Tony said lazily, a circle of bullets hit Magnussen's feet.

"What about one, two, three?" Magnussen screamed and started running around.

"Who told you to count from the beginning? Vulgar!"

Everyone in the hotel stared dumbfounded at Iron Man holding up the video recorder and instructing Magnussen to run naked/run around ten times under the moonlight, expressing two thousand words of dissatisfaction with several government officials and dancing in pink skirts A steel/pipe dance.

"You've worked hard tonight." Tony put down the VCR, beat his arm and said affectionately, "Holding the VCR for so long."

Watson: "Did the result tell me?!"

Tony threw the VCR to Sherlock, who silently caught it.

"Remember, I will work as a free worker for four more months." Tony said with a smile.

"...John promised you not two months?"

"The conditions for the surname Holmes have to be doubled." Tony said cheekily, "You can also pay by credit card. Friendly reminder, the ammunition money tonight is more than [-]."

"..."

Tony ignored Sherlock, but squatted in front of Magnussen with a twitching face: "Now we all know your secret, just like the questions you asked those people in the past, today it's our turn to ask you , Sir, whether to ruin your reputation or shut up obediently, it is your choice."

"You..." Magnussen gritted his teeth.

"However, we will still add some special chips to you. Special service, Mr. Magnuson. If you say anything about Mary in the future, I will come and kill you. You know, we are not Ordinary people, no matter where we are, we will find you, well, the shelf life of this sentence is until the day before your death."

Magnussen looked at a group of people wearing weapons of various shapes in front of him, and the huge shadows cast on the ground under the faint moonlight were like Shura. He deeply realized that those words would truly be his shadow forever. : "You... who the hell are you?"

The slightly cheerful sentence of the leading golden-red armor floated in the air: "We? We are just ordinary hotel owners. The guests pay and we handle the business."

******

"This trouble is solved, I think Mary will come back to see you, after all, she really loves you." Tony said to Watson.

Watson just smiled wryly at him. The smile was extremely complicated. Sherlock stood aside as if he didn't hear anything, but his black eyes flickered slightly.

Tony was hit hard on the lower back, and he turned his head inexplicably: "Hulk, what are you doing? What is this expression? Are the corners of your eyes cramped?"

Hulk faltered, then was dragged away by Max.

"What are they running for..." Tony just turned around and wanted to ask the rest of the people, "Damn it, why are they gone..."

In the next second, he saw a young man standing at the door of the hotel with his arms folded. He was wearing the simplest beige casual jacket. He looked charming, handsome and angry.

It's a pity that Tony will always be the one who is not afraid of death: "Hello, captain, exercise after dinner?"

"Where have you been?" Steve frowned.

"Uh, and exercise after dinner too, I guess?"

"I saw a lot of police cars driving in the direction you came back from."

"Oh, well, we went to find Magnussen to exercise after dinner, and we had a good time." Tony curled the corners of his lips and shrugged nonchalantly, "It's just that the movement is a little louder, but at least it's resolved?"

"Solution? Do you believe that the media will come to our door tomorrow without turning on the lights? You are just doing it for fun and showing off. Have you considered the consequences? We are fine, if the government/government finds out about Hulk's existence You know better than I what problems will arise."

"One night is enough time. I can hack all the news organizations in London. They will never be in the mood to investigate such a small matter." Tony raised his head, his tone mocking, "We are no longer living in the last century, Old ice, technology solves everything.”

"So?" Steve sneered, "Use your so-called technological means to make up for something wrong? Do you think you are omnipotent? There will always be a day when things are out of your control."

This sentence was like stabbing Tony, and he became really angry, and he grabbed Steve by the collar: "What the hell do you know? With your empty brain filled with all the things from the last century Do you dare to teach me bullshit theory? I just have the ability to correct and make up for what I did, so I can do whatever I like, so what can you do?"

Even though Steve was grabbed by the collar, he was still unmoved, he didn't even change the posture of crossing his arms, and his tone was cold enough to rub out crumbs: "I don't know as much as you, but at least I know how to do things Before thinking about my comrades in arms, I thought that after the Battle of New York, at least you had the self-awareness of being a member of the alliance. I didn't expect you to be that guy who takes off your armor and is nothing, selfish, and always only thinks about yourself. "

Tony shook off the hand that grabbed his collar, of course he knew how true Steve's saying was to think about his comrades before doing things!Damn, after two years, it was the other party who took the fatal blow for him, and he was furious: "Does anyone need your self-sacrifice spirit? Can't the dead guy just die well? Fuck every day, no matter if you fall asleep Wake up in front of my eyes, what do you want to remind me?"

"What?" There was a hint of doubt between Steve's frowning brows. He couldn't understand what Tony said. After he calmed down a little, he realized that Tony's complexion was actually very bad. The corners of his eyes were red and black. Almost shaky, Steve found that his dissatisfaction inexplicably extended to another aspect, "... How long have you not slept?"

Tony stared into his brown eyes, and suddenly realized that he had said something he shouldn't have said, and he wiped his face irritably: "It has nothing to do with you."

******

Tony was able to hack the system, but he couldn't block people's attention. They were too aggressive that night. Although Magnussen's villa was very remote, there were many witnesses.

So it was not dawn, and the media still flooded the hotel entrance.

The quarrel between Steve and Tony intensified. Tony obviously didn't know what is enough, and Steve didn't give in on this matter. The rest of the hotel was going to have a mental breakdown these days, and the reporters outside were squatting on the door , there were two people inside who were arguing so loudly that they almost knocked over the ceiling.

It's as big as how to deal with the reporters outside, as small as whether there are eggs for breakfast, they can quarrel about anything, their voices echoed throughout the hotel, Iron Man was so violent that he shot a vase in the hotel, and then was shot by Steve Caught it, so they started another round of bickering about it.

They couldn't get out anyway, and it was so noisy inside that the rest of the hotel had no choice but to huddle in one room, chatting and playing mahjong, while dodging a stray bullet passing through the wall from time to time.

But on the fourth day, on the fourth day, all the media reporters disappeared together as if they had made an appointment. There was no one left, and the front of the hotel was quiet.

Tony didn't bother to care about the reason. He was only glad that he was finally able to get rid of Steve and go out. He hung out happily in the bar until midnight. As soon as he left the bar, he saw a black extended Lincoln quietly parked in front of him. , A beautiful lady holding a mobile phone opened the car door for him.

Tony threw the whiskey bottle aside, flattened his mouth: "I kind of know how Dr. Watson feels, it's really bad enough."

As soon as he stepped into the car, the phone in his pocket rang, and Tony laughed when he saw the name displayed on the screen: "It's really about who will arrive."

He swiped the lock screen: "Good evening, doctor, I'm going to see 'the whole of England', do you want me to bring you a gift?"

There was a lot of noise on the other end of the phone, and it seemed that a familiar and disgusting siren sound could be heard. The signal was bad, and Watson's voice came over intermittently, causing a trembling effect: "Mr. Stark... Xia Locke...was shot."