Rational discussion, who is the stupidest brother [Comprehensive British and American]

On the way to New York again, Aum suddenly felt that his recent life could be described euphemistically with the word "in a hurry".

Or, to put it another way that sounds positive - colorful.

In fact, he still wants to have an in-depth discussion on the question of "Why is he busier after leaving Atlantis and running away?" The main object of consultation is Stark, who never does anything. The chairman of the group, and the chairman of the Wayne Group who not only never does anything but also troubles the CEO on a daily basis.

"It's an easy question, because I'm the boss of the Stark Corporation, and so is Wayne, but you have a king fish on your head. Pepper works for me, Lucius works for Wayne, but you have to Listen to your brother—I mean sort of!"

Seeing that Aum wanted to refute, Tony immediately patched his words.

Aum opened his mouth, then closed it weakly.

This is not what he wanted to say...

"It's not that you have to listen to the King of Fish in everything, but that if he gives you an order as a king, you can't resist, for example, he wants you to help him with the kingdom's official affairs, right? Would you like a drink?"

Tony handed over a thick glass with clear amber liquor in it.

The machine driven by Jarvis was very stable, and the wine in the glass did not fluctuate at all, and it glowed charmingly under the light.

Aum took the wine glass, and the mellow smell immediately rushed to his face. Aged wine always has a unique charm that is intoxicating. The bottle in Tony's hand is even the best of the best - the original barrel is cellared, and the wine cellar is carefully controlled The temperature, humidity and air circulation make the delicate chemical reaction between the fine wine and the oak barrels under the most suitable conditions, and the most perfect work can only be achieved in dozens or hundreds of barrels.

"Good wine!"

The two identical wine glasses are held by different hands, they click together, and they will be separated at the touch of a touch.Orm raised the glass to his mouth, enjoying the mellow taste of the wine sliding down his throat.The environment of Atlantis is not suitable for storing fine wine brewed by land people. It is rare for Orm to see the perfect quality of fine wine in Tony's hand.

For the sake of good wine, it doesn't hurt to let Arthur be the "fish king" for the rest of his life.

Orm would go to New York on Tony’s plane because Bruce’s previous proposal—dividing into two teams, one team to dismantle the auction, and the other team to go thousands of miles to hunt down fishmongers—was finally approved by all members, but in the end There was a little problem with the distribution.

The question is a bit funny to say, everyone present is too famous, and their faces are too famous. If they appear at the auction site, they will be recognized easily, and then they will scare the snake.

"Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bruce Wayne, absolutely not." As soon as Sherlock spoke, he directly vetoed the three giants of Zhenglian and Avengers.

Glancing at Sherlock displeasedly, Bruce said in a deep voice, "Put on the Batman uniform, and no one will know I'm Wayne."

"Heh!" Sherlock crossed his arms and said with a sneer, "In the world of criminals, do you think your Wayne's vest is more famous, or Batman's vest is more famous?"

Mr. Batman, who has always been one-sided, was blocked back.

As a result, after eliminating the Big Three, Sherlock excluded Peter on the grounds that "the real identity is still kept secret, and the vest is too famous", and Natasha on the grounds that "the Avengers are too famous". And Clint, eliminated Dr. Banner on the grounds of "inappropriate combat capabilities", and then killed Sol on the grounds of "Is there anyone on earth who doesn't recognize your face".

So, Sherlock came to a conclusion - "I, Watson and Orm, went to investigate the auction!"

Then Sherlock's conclusion was rejected by everyone.

"If your fragile body unfortunately hangs up at the auction, it will cause international disputes!"

Both parties are well-founded, upright and righteous, with a fearless spirit of "whoever goes to hell if I don't go to hell" and "leave the dangerous people who are easy to reveal their identities to me".

However, all I can think of is - want to tear down the auction?How could such a good thing be without me!

One side has clear logic and a variety of reasons, while the other side has an overwhelming advantage in numbers. In the end, the side with the most numbers wins and goes to the auction to demolish the house... Oh no, the people who investigate the clues are decided to be Orm and Saul. and Rocky.

Aum is the fish in question and has to go.

Sol is powerful in combat and can deal with most dangers that only require muscles but not brains.

Loki is Sol's pendant, responsible for transforming Sol's well-known face into an appearance that even the goddess Frigga can't recognize by illusion.

In addition, Tony is responsible for squatting in Stark Tower as logistics.Iron Man is equally cool no matter whether he wears armor or not, and he will be recognized wherever he goes. It is really not suitable for such work as a secret investigation.

When the Kunji slowly landed on the top apron of the Stark Tower, the friend Tony mentioned who held the auction invitation was already standing by the apron, waiting for a big hug with the friend whom he hadn't seen in ten months.

"Hi! Tony!"

T'Challa and Tony embraced warmly, and neither of them punched each other hard on the back.

"Why do you suddenly need to use the auction invitation letter? There are a lot of people going, isn't your invitation letter quota not enough to bring everyone in?"

T'Challa asked while sitting on the sofa:

"What's the problem with the auction? Will there be any dangerous items? I checked the auction list sent with the invitation letter, and it doesn't seem..."

"stop!"

Tony held up his finger in a pause gesture.

"Fall forward."

T'Challa: "... the auction list?"

Tony: "Go ahead."

T'Challa: "What's dangerous in the auction??"

Tony: "Keep pouring."

T'Challa: "Is there not enough places for your invitation letter? Tony, which straight line do you want to hear?"

Tony: "That's it... I almost forgot, the invitations to these damn black-hearted auctions, and the quota... How many places does your invitation have, T'Challa?"

T'Challa: "Uh...Suri?"

Su Rui took a look at her brother, took out a flamboyant invitation letter from her bag, opened it and read: "The VIP with the invitation letter can bring two casual people. So there are three in total."

Tony started nodding.

"T'Challa, your sister, Orm, Thor, Loki... Uh, Loki can't be counted, so four people, there are not enough places! Not enough... Let me think... Wait a minute, I'll make a call !"

With that said, Tony got up and left.

T'Challa: "??? Not enough? One is not enough, but don't you still have an invitation letter... Hey? How did you run so fast? Tony?"

"Mr. Stark does not have an invitation letter."

Tony ran as soon as he said, and Aum was so tired that he just wanted to touch his forehead, barely maintained his demeanor, and explained to T'Challa:

"It is said that two years ago, Steve borrowed Tony's invitation letter to sneak into an underground auction. As a result, the auction was retaliated and turned upside down, because Steve had appeared there before. So the blame was placed on Tony, and then Tony was blacklisted for that type of auction."

Aum spread his hands, very helpless.

Carrying the blame on the blacklist...

T'Challa shook the corners of his mouth, restrained the laughter that almost blurted out, stretched out his right hand to Aum, and introduced himself: "T'Challa, from Wakanda."

"Om, from Atlantis."

Aum solemnly shook T'Challa's hand.

"The invitation letter for the auction is needed to investigate the recent frequent disappearance of murlocs in Atlantis. Thank you very much for your help, King T'Challa."

"Woo~~~~"

While the two were talking, they heard Tony's voice suddenly appearing behind them, with a strong sense of making trouble.

"I've only been away for a few minutes, and you're here? Hey, have you noticed that there are women here?" Tony walked around the sofa and sat on the other side, avoiding the words in his mouth like a gentleman. Miss.

Su Rui immediately fought back: "What the hell! If T'Challa could have such a fast speed, I would have had a soft little niece to play with!"

T'Challa: "..."

Did Su Rui mistake the target of the counter attack? ? ?

Just as they were talking, there was a knocking sound of "dong dong dong" on the floor-to-ceiling windows. Several people turned their heads together and saw - red cloaks, blue uniforms, and handsome faces.

It is the Kryptonian from Metropolis, the superman who is regarded as a "god" by countless fanatical fans.

Jarvis opened the floor-to-ceiling windows in response, and Superman floated in. Only then did everyone see that Superman was holding a paper product in his right hand, and a person was tucked under his left armpit.

"Aum, did you miss me?"

Art raised his head, greeted Aum excitedly, and then jumped down very consciously without being thrown by Superman, and sat down next to Aum.

"The invitation you asked for."

Superman handed Tony what was in his right hand, and said to Orm:

"Bruce said that Arthur is the king of Atlantis and has an unshirkable responsibility to Atlantis. It is his natural obligation to rescue the innocent kidnapped and trafficked murlocs. So let Arthur come back and deal with it first. For the murloc kidnapping case, after all the murlocs have been rescued, go back and continue cleaning the Hydra.

Also, Bruce asked me to tell you - don't get too used to Arthur, he's an adult, it's time to learn to use his own brain. "

After repeating Bruce's explanation, Superman nodded to Orm and Tony, the red cloak behind him was windless and automatic, and then quickly disappeared from everyone's sight just like when he came.

"The action is really fast..."

Tony then opened the invitation letter that Superman handed him, and at a glance he saw a name that he had heard often written in the place of the invitee - Lex Luthor.

Well, now they all know how the invitation came.

I feel a little sympathetic to Luther, but I also want to laugh, what should I do?

"OK, the problem of insufficient number of invitations has been settled, so the rest is—"

Tony shifted his gaze to Saul and said:

"—as promised, Sol, you've got to change."

"no problem!"

Little Rocky Snake crawled out of Sol's cuff. He was wearing a seahorse suit today, so cute that he exploded!

"What do you want Saul to look like? A 1.2-meter-tall dwarf? A wart on his face and big buck teeth? Or a women's fashion show?"

Loki still can't forget that Thor handed him over to that woman, Natasha, and let her change his clothes one after another endlessly!

"Do not--"

There was an unkind light in Tony Shan's eyes, and he said slowly:

"—Since it's an invitation letter from Lex Luthor, it should be Lex Luthor!"

The author has something to say:

Tony: I'm ready to take the blame :)

Thank you Mumumumu for the nutrient solution~ Memoda(づ￣3￣)づ╭!

Thank you for the little angel's nutrient solution~Thank you for your encouragement~(?ω?)!

I'm sorry that the author's aunt always... the little angels understand _(:з」∠)_

Today, my stomach hurts so much that I finally finished writing it intermittently, and the update is late again. I apologize to the little angels!

If there are no accidents, the eight o'clock update should be resumed tomorrow~

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