[Comprehensive British and American] Fantastic monsters are here

Stark was sure that Tang Peiling had really gone to the North Pole, and he wasn't playing tricks again. He had just located Tang Peiling's mobile phone very close to Finland. She was in the Arctic Circle, but lost the signal soon.Stark called Tang Peiling three times, but the other party's voice prompts were not in the service area.

He was a little restless.

Not surprising, Stark thought comfortingly, the signal towers near the North Pole must not be very useful, at least a few hours ago, Tang Peiling sent him a few short messages and told him that he would bring back a small gift.

Stark vowed to let Tang Peiling learn to use the voice function, in that case, at least he could still hear her voice.

Stark has never been so worried about gains and losses. He is obsessed with her and stubbornly dependent, which makes him very uncomfortable.

He tapped the keyboard quickly, his fingers seemed to be dancing some kind of cheerful dance, flexible and rhythmic: "My future girlfriend is very interesting, right, Jia, she traveled to the North Pole and left me with difficult problems, just Like I'm idle." He had been sitting in front of the computer for more than 15 hours, and Stark planned to continue sitting there until the problem was solved.

He's not idle at all, and most of Stark's energy is devoted to a holographic projection of a humanoid armor that he has modified hundreds, or thousands of times.

This is Stark's new invention, a bit like a robot, but much more advanced than a robot.

When he was coerced by terrorists in Afghanistan, he used various metal parts to assemble a giant armor. The armor was covered with weapons. It was rough, but very practical. Stark could enter the armor to fight back without worrying. He can take a gun, and at the critical moment, the armor saves him from hell.

Of course, that's just the first machine. Without advanced equipment, that thing is like a children's toy. No matter the helmet or the leg armor, neither is as delicate.

The armor was completely scrapped after Stark escaped from the terrorist camp, not even a screw was left.

But he doesn't care, he already has a new goal, now, Stark has processed and improved the previous simple project, designed a streamlined armor that fits the human body very well, and the hands and feet are equipped with propellers for flight.

The new armor has more details and finer workmanship, and there must be no deviation in the movement of each knuckle. He has tested most of the parts, and the rest is assembly and actual operation.

Stark kept his invention a closely guarded secret, and so far no one knew he was working on a machine more powerful than any weapon he had ever invented.

Therefore, Stark originally entrusted Tang Peiling's guessing game to the artificial intelligence to solve. He actually didn't take the so-called "game" seriously, but at present, the artificial intelligence seems to be helpless, and Stark had to stop Do the work yourself.

The tattoo on Tang Peiling's face is not the only one. There are many similar spiral patterns on the Internet. When Stark put the pattern on the search engine, thousands of very similar pictures popped up. There is also a lot of relevant information.He screened some and deleted some.

Even so, Stark did not get any useful clues, and the rest of the content had nothing to do with Tang Peiling, and one of them was an advertisement for condoms.

"Sorry, sir." The artificial intelligence said, "I haven't found what you need for now, maybe we can try to think about Indian totems." When he said this, he had already sent the picture of Indian totem worship to Stark's suspension On the screen, large and small windows simultaneously covered the last wrong message.

"Do you think Penny is an Indian, she is the fairest girl I have ever seen." Stark rejected the artificial intelligence's suggestion, "Think about what she said, she said she came from the North Pole, what is there in the North Pole, Jia, Indians certainly don't live in the North Pole, so who lives there?"

"Eskimos." The artificial intelligence quickly sent pictures and texts so that Stark could understand immediately, "Eskimos were first called by Indians. Historically, Indians and Eskimos had conflicts. They called Eskimos 'People who eat raw meat'." The artificial intelligence paused briefly, "It seems that Miss Petunia has something to do with Indian, sir."

Stark shrugged. He thought of this at the beginning. There are no other races in the Arctic except for the Eskimos. After all, Tang Peiling doesn't look like she is from a European country near the Arctic Circle.

Stark felt that it was impossible for Tang Peiling to leave him such an easy-to-guess game. She must have nothing to do with Eskimo, because even if she was a descendant of a certain ice nomad, she would not say "You will have plenty of time." Decide whether you intend to pursue me." Such words.

Usually this kind of words are often accompanied by a mysterious and exciting identity.

Stark now fully understands Tang Peiling, at least on the surface, he understands it very well, and he has read her resume several times.Tang Peiling has no special life experience, she can't even be regarded as a genius, she has a good family background and birth just like all the sons and daughters of wealthy businessmen, that's all.

"There must be something missing," Stark said to himself, his brain racing.

Stark wondered why Tang Peiling thought he could find out the answer with a tattoo of a spiral pattern. He was not a detective, and he didn't understand Eastern culture at all.

"Maybe she is an insider of a transnational arms smuggling gang." Stark said without thinking, and then shook his head in denial. Weapon developers are not afraid of arms smugglers, and they even sound alike right.

Stark will not give up his pursuit of Tang Peiling just because he is a hidden criminal, although judging from the financial strength of the Tang Corporation, they should be doing black work in private.

"There are new discoveries here." The artificial intelligence said suddenly, and he cleared the useless content on the screen, "Do you still remember the amount of the auction shares, sir?"

"Remember, the newspaper this morning still had that number on the front page." Stark said, "What did you find?"

The artificial intelligence found out the financial revenue and expenditure forms of the company that had previously terminated the contract with Stark Industries. Of course, it was illegal to do so, but Stark was confident that he would not be anti-tracked.

"These companies are about to face bankruptcy, and they lost 90.00% of their assets in one day, including all real estate under the company's name." Artificial Intelligence said.

Stark read the text and data quickly.

"The total amount of their property losses is the same as the price Miss Petunia bid on the day of the auction." The artificial intelligence has already calculated the result.

"It might just be a coincidence, I think." Stark said uncertainly, pausing, "Well, maybe Penny hacked into their accounts and computer systems, which I would have done. ’ He felt a little joy in his analysis, as if the truth was right in front of him.

Although he won't do it, Stark is fully capable of hacking into the account of any rich man in the United States and taking all their money away. He can do this when Stark Industries is almost on the verge of bankruptcy due to liquidated damages.

Tang Peiling doesn't act like a powerful top hacker, but she can hire such a hacker to do things for her. Obviously Tang Peiling has such ability, because if she comes to Stark, Stark will definitely be willing to help her complete the network theft, Because he is willing to do anything for Tang Peiling now.

So she's presumably a vicious mafia mafioso who pretends to be nice, hacking the accounts of rival companies and using their money to bid for shares in Stark Industries.

It sounds a bit scary, which fits Tang Peiling's mysterious identity very well.

Stark took it for granted.

At the auction, Tang Peiling didn't even bat an eyelid every time she raised a placard to ask for a price. Stark believed that she was rich, but she definitely couldn't get money faster than Stark Industries' money, if only looking at the business on the surface.

So Stark sent a message to Tang Peiling's cell phone, and he edited what he thought of into text to let Tang Peiling know how smart he is.

As expected, Stark did not receive a reply, and Tang Peiling's mobile phone signal completely disappeared in the North Pole.

He felt so lost again, Stark had to throw himself into the research and put Tang Peiling and her game aside for the time being.

Stark put two pieces of leg armor with exposed wires on the front of the calf, and began the first flight test.

Ten hours later——

When Stark was driving the sports car on the highway, it was already the next morning, his cheeks had obvious bruises, and there were scars on the back of his hands, his expression was not very happy.

The flight test didn't go well. He adjusted the parameters many times before he barely made himself more embarrassed. Now Stark was in pain all over his body, and he even took a few painkillers before going out.

The bank called Stark this morning, and there seemed to be something wrong with his account. Stark was shocked by the news. He thought of the conclusion he had drawn on Tang Peiling's identity yesterday, and left immediately.

Stark didn't want any problems that might prevent his research from being carried out smoothly, so he went there himself, and now he knows how much tedious work Miss Potts usually shared for him, such as handling bank accounts is one of them.

It is a pity that he has no secretary now, and he has to do everything by himself.

To be honest, Stark hadn't been to the bank very much. These things used to be done by the secretary, or the bank's special staff went to his company. Obviously, Stark now has neither.Although he himself is still a VIP customer of the largest bank in the United States, it does not mean that he knows how to go through the VIP channel. He is at a loss like a child who has been separated from his parents.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Stark?" The person who spoke was the receptionist of the bank, who was responsible for contacting VIP customers.

"Yes, thank God." Stark seemed to be reborn, and finally someone noticed him. He suspected that he had been standing in the bank lobby for more than 15 minutes (in fact, it was less than 1 minute), "You guys called me phone."

"You can call me Shepley, Mr. Stark." The receptionist is an Asian face, not tall, wearing black-rimmed glasses, and his English is mixed with an obvious accent, "Please follow me here."

Stark followed Shepley into the high-rise elevator. He glanced at the short man standing beside him, and couldn't help but ask, "Are you from, China?"

"Yes." Shepley adjusted his glasses, "Very few people guess so accurately, Mr. Stark."

Stark puffed out his chest proudly: "My girlfriend is from China."

"Really?" Shepley said, he looked very surprised, Stark didn't notice the blue light in the short man's eyes, "It's true that you change your girlfriend every week on the news Is it?"

"No, it's fake." Stark said quickly, and then changed his words immediately, "Well, it's true, but not now, that was news a long time ago, and now I have a regular girlfriend."

Shepley nodded.

"Actually, I haven't caught her yet, but I will." Stark couldn't help but said, "You know, Chinese girl, not so..."

"Unrestrained." Shepley continued for him, "You need more patience."

"That's right." Stark said happily, "It seems that you have some experience in this area?"

Shepley pushed his glasses again.

The elevator continued to go up, and Stark's VIP room was at the safest location on the top floor of the bank.

"Any good ideas?" Stark asked, pretending to be casual.

"What?" Shepley pretended not to hear.

"Pursue good ideas from Chinese girls." Stark said, his face was a casual expression, as if this was just a casual question, but his heart was eager to hear a constructive answer.

"Be patient," Shepley simply said, "if you're patient enough, you'll get what you want."

Stark twitched the corner of his mouth. Obviously, this was not the answer he hoped for: "I'm very patient." Stark said bravely.

"Mr. Stark." Shepley said before the elevator door was about to open, "You smell very good."

Stark froze for a moment, he turned his head, and seemed to see the short man's eyes turn blue in a trance, but he soon realized that it was his own eyesight, he hadn't closed his eyes for 24 hours.

"I guess it's the men's fragrance," Stark said.

The author has something to say: If you forgot the name Shepley, please look back at the [Playboy's Villa] chapter~

The author received yesterday's consolation, the author will pamper Nini well in the article, and the whole family will pamper her together!

Thanks to the little angels who cast [Landmine]: Qianqian Shiguang and Yi Qingxuan;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

20 bottles of Angel Wings; 1 bottle of Yiqingxuan, Lisi, and Bixuehan;