[Comprehensive] The victory of the second dealer

Tony got out of the car and bumped into the door at the same time as Lydia. Danny obviously didn't quite understand the situation, but this didn't prevent him from raising his eyebrows and meeting Tony's gaze without flinching.

The beauty didn't understand the situation, and walked over behind Tony. Lydia knew Tony very well, and the habits of the two of them were exactly the same.

Lydia glanced at such a beautiful woman, then set her sights on Tony, only to find that Tony was staring at Danny beside her.

She didn't feel embarrassed, instead she put her hand on Danny's shoulder lightly, raised the corner of her mouth and smiled at Tony: "It seems that you are very interested in Danny—then let me introduce you. It's Daniel Atlas, a great magician."

What she said was sincere, especially the last sentence that praised Danny, so Tony couldn't help but looked at Danny carefully from top to bottom.

The beauty that Tony brought was upset, and she asked Tony with her arms around her shoulders: "Mr. Stark, if you don't go, I will go first."

"Go, of course." Tony glanced at her, then looked at Lydia again, raised his eyebrows slightly, and seemed to ask her casually, "We are going to have a drink, do you want to go together? My treat. "

Lydia originally wanted to answer directly, but after a pause, she looked at Danny. Danny had been looking at her, and was very satisfied with her reaction. He clasped his hands together, turned his head to Tony and quickly revealed With a smile: "Sorry, I don't plan to go."

He said that he sat in the back seat of the taxi. Lydia glanced at him, smiled at Tony, and looked at the impatient beauty beside him: "Today is not suitable, we Make an appointment another day."

"Have a good night." Lydia winked at him. "You know my number."

After she finished speaking, she got into the taxi. Danny had already given the address, and when she closed the door, the driver stepped on the accelerator and drove out.

Although Danny is good-looking, chatting with him is actually not a very pleasant thing for ordinary people, because he is a real egomaniac, but Lydia doesn't care, she thinks it is advisable to interact with different types of people. A lot of fun.

It was already late at night after drinking and returning home. Lydia took a shower and sat in front of the computer to watch the updates of Watson's blog. She kept in touch with that good old man, Watson.

Watson's writing is very good. They have solved another case in the past two days. Lydia can fully imagine how... self-centered Sherlock was during the process of solving the case, but Watson insisted on writing him charmingly. shoot.

Lydia's phone vibrated, she swiped the phone screen with one hand to answer the call, and typed on the keyboard with the other hand: [Very cute story, but is it really Sherlock you wrote? ] Watson quickly replied: [Oh, Lydia, you simply can't find a second Sherlock on Earth! ] "Good evening, Lydia." Tony on the phone heard Lydia laughing as soon as he got on the phone. Lydia's laughter stopped, but there was still a smile in her voice: " Have a good night, Mr Stark?"

Tony sat on the sofa and wiped his face with his hands. The beauty tonight lost his temper with Tony after Lydia and the others left. Tony was not too happy to coax him, so he stopped a taxi directly He left, so what was originally a good affair was ruined like this.

After he returned, he had been debugging the new battle armor in the laboratory, and now he was almost finished debugging before going upstairs to call Lydia.

But he wouldn't tell Lydia about this, he lay down on the sofa slowly, covering his eyes with his empty hands: "Of course, she's hot and passionate—"

Lydia laughed as she listened, and finally couldn't help but interrupt him: "Well, Mr. Stark, I know you had a great evening, so what are you calling now?"

Tony sat up from the sofa with his eyes wide open. He looked ahead and didn't know what he was thinking. It took a while before he spoke: "Are you free at noon tomorrow?"

"Didn't today's beauties satisfy you?" Lydia said while packing up a few photos and sending them out, and then said immediately without waiting for Tony to speak, "Of course I have time, see you tomorrow, Mr. Stark."

This time Tony made an appointment not with a hamburger restaurant by the side of the road, but a rather high-end restaurant. Lydia had never been to this place before, but she had heard about it from her colleagues.

It was a well-known revolving restaurant in New York. The price of a meal was high enough for her to go back and forth to London. Although it was said that the taste inside was very authentic, Lydia was always reluctant to spend money to eat.

Tony had reserved a seat yesterday, and the waiter recognized Tony when he saw his face, without saying a word, he directly led them to the seat by the window.

Before sitting down, Lydia habitually looked around and saw an acquaintance, but the temperament of that person was a little different from the people she knew, which made Lydia feel a little subtle.

It may be that she stared at the other party for too long. The other party looked over with a glass of wine. His eyes were full of vigilance and his back was straight. He looked completely different from the nice old man she knew. It sounded like a military officer.

Lydia showed an apologetic smile at the other party, and then looked away. Tony looked over there, but the other party had already withdrawn his gaze. He didn't see anything, so he turned his head and asked Lydia: "Who did you see?"

"Mistake," Lydia smiled at him, and took the menu handed over by the waiter. "There is a person who looks like my friend."

They look so much alike, that person looks exactly like Hua who is far away in London, and judging by the length of his calves, his height should be almost the same, which is nothing short of a coincidence.

She couldn't help but looked over there again, the man's action of cutting the steak revealed a soldier's neatness, Tony just finished ordering with the waiter, looked at her: "Lydia?"

Lydia came back to her senses and reported the dishes she had thought up to the waiter, and then she saw a person walking to their table with a wine glass in her corner, and her voice was very familiar: "Mr. Stark, What a coincidence."

It was the replica version of Watson. He stood on Tony's right hand with a straight face, and raised his glass. Tony sat on the seat and looked up at him, then at Lydia, but he didn't pick up the glass. Just say, "Who are you?"

Although the other party looks like Watson, but his personality is completely different, he cast his eyes on Lydia expressionlessly: "My name is Avelette Rose, I am curious why your female companion always looks at you?" I."

Lydia, who was named, stood up from her chair. She glanced at Mr. Ross in front of her and confirmed that his height was exactly the same as Watson. Then she smiled: "I'm sorry, Mr. Ross , you look too much like a friend of mine, but he's in London now."

Rose didn't seem convinced, but just as he was about to speak, the sound of glass breaking came from the other side of the restaurant, and the three of them stopped talking and turned their heads to look in that direction.

A long rope was connected from another skyscraper, and three heavily armed men were sliding over from the opposite side. At the same time, the main entrance of the restaurant was also broken into by three men in the same clothes. They were all holding guns, and Lydia vaguely saw that the security guards at the door had all fallen to the ground.

She felt that the world was simply too small. Isn't the one at the head was Bucky Barnes, whom she once asked for an autograph?

It seems that these people are really not good people.

"Everyone get down on the ground with their heads in their hands." A man standing next to Bucky shouted with a gun in his hand, and everyone followed suit.

Ross gritted his teeth, lay down slowly, and said to Tony in a low voice: "I am the lieutenant colonel of cia, and I was ordered to protect a scientist. I suspect that the other party is coming for him. I can't handle this situation. I Hope to get your help."

Lydia, who was not far from the two of them, of course heard it. She looked at the man sitting at the table with Rose just now. He was a middle-aged man wearing glasses. He didn't look conspicuous at all. Lie on the ground with everyone, still trembling.

The terrorists walked into the crowd with their guns in hand, looking at them one by one, and they were about to check the scientist. Ross gritted his teeth and said, "please—"

But Tony didn't move. Those people were indeed looking for the scientist. After finding the person, a helicopter lowered the ladder outside, and the people at the window climbed up the ladder backwards. Bucky carried the man and looked around for a while. Circle, was about to step on the ladder, Tony finally shot.

His palm cannon was made portable by him. Although its power has decreased, it is enough to deal with ordinary people. He shot a laser beam at Bucky's feet and stood up from the ground: "Put him down. "

Lydia checked her pockets for cash and thought it had been an exciting day.