Princess Disease

"Friend?" Isabella narrowed her eyes: "Peter and Lucy have no way to provoke you, so it's...Harry?"

The driver said nothing.

"Someone with Harry... I think of a bald man." Isabella rubbed her chin and thought, "Your boss's surname is Fox, right?"

"Miss Stark, don't say a few words, maybe you can live longer." The driver glanced at Isabella gloomyly through the rearview mirror: "I praised you for being smart before, but now you are stupid .”

"It's not up to you to comment on whether my IQ is high or not," Isabella lazily folded her arms and leaned on the back of the chair: "It's just Fox, it scared me to death, and even threatened me with bombs , made me think that the incident of smuggling out of the country was discovered, and the higher-ups invited me to drink tea without telling my father..."

driver:……

Oh, I really didn't see it, have you ever smuggled out of the country?

"Whether the bomb is a threat or not, you'll find out when I broadcast it live for you later," the driver sneered, "Your school will definitely be on the headlines tomorrow. I've already thought about the topic, and it's called 'Shock! The new director of the Osborne Group Secretly conducting illegal human experiments' will definitely occupy the front pages of major media."

This time it was Isabella's turn to be silent.

Never expected that this vicious-looking Mr. Driver turned out to be a literary youth with such a proud talent.

As expected of an old driver.

"Uh... I didn't hit you," Isabella said tactfully, "My grandfather and Captain America won't open your question."

"To shut up!"

The driver drove the car to an old dilapidated factory in the deep mountains and old forests in the wilderness. He opened the door, pulled out a gun from the back of his trousers waist, opened the safety with a click, and pointed the black muzzle at Isabel. Pull, threatened: "Miss Stark, we are here, please get out of the car, remember not to play tricks, you can't escape here, think about your poor classmates..."

Well I know I'll see them in the headlines tomorrow, next topic.

Isabella ignored the driver, after all, she had listened to the driver talking about this topic for a whole journey, and even a deaf person was bored to death.There were just a few words in total, turning the wheel over and over again, like a middle-aged frustrated uncle complaining about social injustice to the electric pole on the roadside after being drunk, completely lacking the aggression unique to the kidnapper when he threatened Isabella at the beginning momentum.

What a disgrace to the kidnapper community.

Isabella gave the driver a cold snort, got out of the car calmly, and walked slowly into the factory building under the watchful eyes of a group of big men in black.

The factory building was empty, with dust flying all over the sky, as if no one had been there for a long time.Not far from the door, there is an iron ladder leading directly to the second floor, and it is connected to a back-shaped corridor built around the central part of the hall on the first floor. The guardrails on the side of the corridor have been knocked off, and it looks very dangerous.There were five or six iron chains as thick as a baby's arm hanging from the ceiling, and they were struck by a person standing by the corridor, making a rattling sound.

"Miss Stark, please come up." The man played for a while and felt bored, so he stopped fiddling, turned his back to the door, and said slowly: "Your attitude must be respectful."

"Miss Stark," said the driver maliciously, "please?"

Isabella pushed the handrail and went upstairs.

The man standing by the corridor turned around, and it turned out to be the middle-aged bald uncle Fox who had a relationship with the Osborne Group before. He waved to Isabella and pointed to a precariously placed Wooden chair: "Miss Stark, please sit down."

Putting such a chair makes it clear that people will be kicked down the stairs and thrown to death when they disagree with each other.But thinking of the students and teachers who were in dire straits, Isabella had no choice but to move over slowly and sit down next to her buttocks.

Isabella glanced out the window, the setting sun was lingering on the sky, playing its residual heat, and it would be completely dark in a few minutes.Midtown High School is not a boarding school. Everyone will leave the campus after six o'clock every day, and only the guard will stay on duty in the security room.Assuming that bombs are really installed in the school, it is impossible for all places to have them. In order to cause greater panic, bombs are usually installed in crowded places, such as restaurants, large classrooms, etc., and the security guards near the school gate The room...is relatively safe.

...It's just a comparison. Isabella is not completely sure whether it will be affected there. In order to prevent any innocent person from being hurt because of her, she must be careful in everything.

"You neither covered my eyes nor tied my hands." Isabella raised her head and looked at Fox with a blank expression: "I saw the scenery along the way when I came here, and I remembered everything. route."

Fox raised his eyebrows: "Then Miss Stark, your memory is quite good."

"Thank you," Isabella smiled sarcastically, "With this arrangement, you either didn't plan to let me go back alive, or you didn't plan to go back alive.

Isabella paused, and continued under Fox's interested gaze: "I think it's the latter? After all, you look like you're unloved. Didn't you embezzle public funds to gamble and lose big money?" If not, the wife ran away with someone."

Fox: ...

Without the calmness and composure just now, Fox's face suddenly became as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Isabella blinked in surprise: "Huh? Did I guess right?"

I didn't expect the crow's mouth could be used like this!New skills get!

"Miss Stark, it seems that you are really not afraid of anything." Fox gritted his teeth and took out a small mobile phone from his pocket: "Very well, then I will let you see..."

Isabella silently prayed to the ether particles in her heart—bomb|bomb, don’t explode, don’t explode, I know you are very smart, okay!

Fox's cell phone rang suddenly, he temporarily stopped threatening Isabella, walked to the side and answered the call: "Hello? What happened..."

"...What?!" Fox's voice suddenly increased: "How could the police find it!"

Fox turned his head and glared at Isabella viciously: "...you retreat first! Don't be discovered!"

"Miss Stark is really good at it." Fox stopped three steps in front of Isabella, his hand hanging by his side clenched into a fist, as if he was restraining himself from impulsiveness: "How did your classmate find out that something was wrong? Son?"

Isabella raised her eyebrows: "Hey, don't throw the pot on my classmate's head. Didn't you hear how we talked at that time?"

It was because of what he heard that Fox was very puzzled, but this is not a problem...

Fox suddenly stopped. He narrowed his eyes and slowly said: "I see... Harry Osborn is busy with Norman Osborn's funeral. How can he have time to attend the banquet?"

Isabella was noncommittal.

"Miss Stark, you will pay for your waywardness," Fox said with a smug face, and he clapped his mobile phone to send emails, nagging while sending: "Poor Miss Stark, although I can't participate The funeral of all the teachers and students in the school is very regrettable, but at least you can still present a bouquet of flowers to the little girl's grave..."

When Isabella heard the words, her amber eyes turned upwards, and she fixedly stared at Fox with a gaze that was instantly cold. She didn't say a word, but the threat was clearly conveyed.

Fox felt a shuddering chill slipping over his skin, like a snake silently pressing its icy body against it, and subconsciously took half a step back.

As soon as the figure moved, the creepy feeling disappeared immediately, as if everything just now was an illusion.

Fox resisted not reaching out to touch his arm, and looked at Isabella with a complicated expression.

The two sides looked at each other for less than a minute when Fox's cell phone rang again. He answered the phone quickly, glanced at Isabella, and pressed the speakerphone: "What's wrong?"

"The little girl was taken back to Stark Tower by Tony Stark," the voice on the other side sounded bitter: "What should I do?"

Fox: ...

About how wonderful it feels to have the whole world against me.

"Then blow me up the Stark Tower!" Fox trembled with anger: "What else can you do? Ah!"

The bomb|bomb was dismantled, all the hostages ran away, and even a little girl couldn't be caught, so what face is there to live!

Isabella didn't hold back, and laughed.

"Fry it, just fry it," Isabella nodded politely to Fox: "Mr. Fox seems to have forgotten what our house used to sell."

Dare to step into the Stark family's sphere of influence openly to snatch people?No need to wait for S.H.I.E.L.D. to dispatch, Jarvis, an artificial intelligence, can manipulate the weapons all over the building and blow you all to pieces.

Go ahead, just play with setting off fireworks, listen to the noise, and watch the scenery.

On the other side of the phone, the mercenaries who were bought by Fox with money looked at each other, feeling very confused.

That's the Stark Tower, can it still be good after it's blown up?

"Fry it!" Someone gritted his teeth: "Anyway, he pays."

"My God! That's Stark!" objected another: "When you mess with him, you get in trouble!"

"We've already messed with him," the leader shrugged. "You just kidnapped his only precious daughter."

Then everyone was silent.

"One way to the dark, there is no other choice," the leader lowered the brim of his hat: "Let's go."

So this group of people took advantage of the night to touch the back of the Stark Tower.

Stark Tower was pitch black, and it looked like no one was there.

With Jarvis in hand, Tony is very confident and never hires security guards. After nightfall, the entire building will be completely locked by Jarvis from the inside, and the defense mode will be turned on to keep all malicious people out.

But the mercenaries didn't intend to break in from the main entrance. After testing and confirming that tossing outside would not trigger the alarm, they used a rope gun to shoot the climbing rope|to a position about fifteen stories high and automatically fixed it.After putting on the relevant equipment, the mercenaries were ready to climb in through the window like a cliff climbing.

After climbing about ten floors, there was still no movement in the building.The mercenaries stopped temporarily, leaning against the glass to rest for a while.

"Is it really going to blow up?" Some people wavered: "Can't we just bring that girl out?"

"The boss wants to make a big news," one person rolled his eyes: "We listen to the boss."

"But the boss is so angry that he has lost his mind," the grasshopper continued to worry: "It seems that after finishing this vote, I have to leave the United States and hide somewhere else for a few years."

"Don't set up flags indiscriminately!" The leader hurriedly patted the head of the grass on the wall: "Don't you know this saying? Don't say any suggestive words before doing something!"

The grass on the wall is a little wronged: "Just talk about it..."

Just when the group of people were chatting vigorously, there was a muffled sound of "pop" in the silent night sky, and then the grass on the wall tilted and fell between the eighth and ninth floors, stretching the rope Straight, the whole person hangs limply and dangles.

"what happened?!"

"Who!"

The others held the rope in horror and looked up. The wind blew, and the rope made a rattling sound. Except for these few mercenaries hanging in mid-air, there was no trace of other people around.

"Go up!" The leader said decisively: "Go directly to the eleventh floor!"

So a group of people struggled to climb up.

A moment later, there was another muffled gunshot, and a mercenary was hit again. He hit the glass window of the building with his head down, making a muffled bang. From a distance, he looked like he was hanged pirate.

After two|shots, no one dared to move. This was a blatant warning. Anyone who continued to climb up would be the next person to be shot|to death.

"Damn it, there's a sniper nearby!" The leader cursed in a low voice, "I can't tell where it came from..."

"It seems to be from upstairs." Someone pointed cautiously to the top of the head: "What shall we do?"

"Brother, which path are you on? We have something to discuss," the leader asked tentatively, "We also use money to do things for others, but we didn't expect to offend your territory."

After a full minute, a strange voice processed by a voice changer sounded slowly: "Be honest, whoever moves will die."

The faces of the mercenaries changed.

"What does this mean?" said one angrily, "Are we going to hang here all night?"

"If you can find that sniper, we can leave now." Another person said in a cool tone: "I said it earlier, don't mess with Stark, how can an arms seller like him have no strong men?" idea."

Snipers who appear like ghosts at night are simply nightmares. Most people don't want to provoke them, and they can't afford to provoke them, because they may be shot in the head at any time.

The mercenaries hanging outside panicked and everyone was in danger, but the atmosphere inside the building was quite relaxed. Lucy skillfully played with the sniper gun in her hand, took out an anesthetic bullet from the box and put it into the clip.

"Miss Lawton, I didn't expect your marksmanship to be so accurate," Jarvis boasted, "I'm really surprised."

"It's probably hereditary... Actually, Mr. Jarvis, the gun you gave me is of good performance." Lucy leaned against the glass window and glanced down: "They still seem to want to come up? I was stunned OK?"

"Please rest assured, I have called the police," Jarvis said, "S.H.I.E.L.D. will send someone soon."

"Well," Lucy shrugged, "it's a pity."

The author has something to say: Isabella: Terrified!My classmates are either vigilantes who fly around at night in tights, or snipers who usually look gentle and virtuous, and who can blow people's heads off by pulling out their guns at critical moments!

Harry: ...Okay, you European emperor, don't talk, okay?I am the hardest thank you.