[Comprehensive] The victory of the second dealer

This picture is not an accompanying picture of the news, but it was sent to Tony by Coulson. Fury looked a bit embarrassed, but there was nothing serious except for his arm injury.

After Coulson received the reply, Fury quickly called Lydia's mobile phone and said straight to the point: "The people who attacked me were wizards, but their target was not me."

This news is a bit sad. Lydia just told those reporters on the stage about the cooperation between wizards and Chaoying. If something like a wizard kills someone at this time, it will destroy all her efforts. Once it's over.

At that time, no amount of partners will help.

Lydia looked at the group of reporters sitting in front, then calmly looked away, and said to Fury as she walked back, "You go downstairs and wait for me at Woolworth's."

The Woolworth Building is not far from here, and it takes about 10 minutes to drive there.

While Tony was driving, Lydia called Hermione and Kouhaug respectively in the car. The two of them also attached great importance to this matter, and Hermione immediately said that she would come to the United States.

"This is magic... er, the Ministry of Magic?" It was the first time Tony came to the Magic Congress, he looked up at the building he was familiar with, and then looked at Lydia, "When I came here before Haven't met anyone who wields a stick."

"It's the Magic Congress." Lydia glanced at him, corrected his words, then sized him up, and suddenly raised the corners of her mouth, "Tony, why do I think you seem a little excited?"

"Is there? No." Tony raised his eyebrows high, then he opened his eyes wide and smiled under Lydia's smile, and shrugged slightly, "Okay, the wizarding world, I'm only in three I saw it in the fairy tales I read when I was [-] years old—I haven’t read that kind of book since I was three years old.”

His eyes were originally big, but now they are deliberately wide open to look very cute. He looked at Lydia's smile inexplicably: "...What are you laughing at?"

Lydia shook her head with a smile, raised her hand and quickly stroked the back of his head that hadn't been coated with hair gel, then turned to Coulson and the others who were walking this way and said, "Here."

Tony touched the back of his head and looked at the two with raised eyebrows.

Lydia led them to the side door, and it wasn't until Lydia reminded them that they realized that there was a door they had ignored.

Lydia registered her wand at the door, and then walked a few steps forward, and their eyes suddenly opened up.

The lobby in front of me was covered with sunlight, and it was not the real Woolworths lobby on the first floor at all. It was an open space, bigger than the waiting hall, and birdsong could be heard overhead from time to time.

Lydia looked at them looking around, and felt that her mood improved a lot. Every time she saw this place, she would feel happy, but now it was not their turn to enjoy the beautiful scenery with peace of mind. Lydia saw it from the corner of her eye. Hermione and Kouhaug strode over here.

The two Ministers of Magic were no strangers to Fury, and Coulson, as Fury's confidant, had been in contact with them many times. Tony found that the eyes of these two wizards finally looked at him.

He blinked, put his left hand under the elbow of his right hand, and quickly pointed his right index finger between them: "You all should know who I am, right?"

A trace of uncertainty flashed across Hermione's face, Kouhaug looked at him expressionlessly, Lydia pretended not to hear Tony's words, and introduced them: "This is Tony Stark, that is, Iron Stark man."

Only then did Hermione show a smile that belonged to a strong woman, Kouhaug looked back blankly, and Tony frowned in disbelief: "Don't wizards read newspapers?"

While listening to Fury talking about the specific situation at the time, Lydia put her hand on Tony's shoulder comfortingly, patted it lightly, and walked into the elevator with them.

When Fury mentioned the other party's clothes, Hermione and Kouhaug glanced at each other, and the former frowned slightly: "This outfit sounds like a British wizard. I think someone may know the clue."

Obviously she had a clue, her brows frowned even tighter, she seemed very reluctant, Lydia raised her eyebrows knowingly, and smiled: "It's Draco?"

Hermione nodded with an uneasy expression, and Lydia sat on a soft chair in the meeting room, dialed the phone, and turned on the speaker when the other party picked it up, and the other party's arrogant voice came out: "Lidia Dia? I thought it was Granger calling himself."

"It sounds like the great Malfoy already knows what's going on?" Lydia glanced at Hermione who was pursing her lips, Draco heard slow and clear footsteps, and then screamed through the receiver Coming out, he said lazily, "Nothing can fool a Malfoy."

"It's too loud, Goyle." Draco drawled, the screams on the phone stopped abruptly, and he continued, "Besides, it's just a disobedient mouse."

Hermione showed a disgusted expression, and finally couldn't help but speak, her voice was stiff: "When are you coming?"

"Oh, Granger." Draco made an aria-like voice, Hermione gritted her teeth, everyone in the conference room sat in chairs and didn't speak, looking at her, she took a deep breath and tried to calm down Come down: "3 minutes for you."

Three minutes later, the door of the meeting room was opened from the outside, and a man in a dark robe stood at the door. He lifted his chin slightly, looked around everyone in the meeting room, and said lazily: "Good day, everyone, I have a present for you."

He walked in unhurriedly. As he walked, his robe shook slightly, revealing the black wand sheath pinned to his waist. His black dragonskin boots stomped on the ground, and everyone saw him behind him. people.

A fat, big-eared middle-aged man walked in limply being supported by a strong young man. Draco picked a random seat and sat down, before saying, "Let him go, Goyle."

Goyle stood aside without saying a word. Hermione obviously knew this middle-aged man. She looked at him and slowly frowned: "Mr. Coleman."

The other party has already been tossed by Draco for a round, and now he trembled with fear when his name was called, he opened his mouth and was about to tell the whole story, but Draco touched his chin and half-closed his eyes and spoke again : "Wait a minute."

Coleman's obese body was lying on the ground. He didn't look like he was bouncing around in front of Hermione to ask for favors. His whole body was trembling, and he looked extremely pitiful.

Draco glanced at Goyle, who took out a small bottle of transparent liquid from his pocket, and took Coleman's mouth and drank it down. Draco glanced at Lydia and Hermione, his mouth showing He smiled arrogantly: "Veritaserum, to reassure some people."

Hermione snorted heavily.

Then that Coleman started sputtering everything out.

Things were far from as dire as Lydia and the others thought. This was not a large-scale rebellion in the wizarding world, but just Coleman's stupid move under the lure of others, unwilling to let the Malfoy family take most of the profits.

Under the guidance of those people, he learned of Fury's status. He originally agreed to kill Fury, but the huge profits made him reluctant to break with the Muggle world, so the two people he hired did not treat Fury well. Ray strikes, but turns his target on Lydia.

Lydia, who was lying on the gun inexplicably, smiled softly: "Who gave you the information?"

"They say they are Hydra." Coleman looked at Lydia and said honestly.

It's logical to fight against S.H.I.E.L.D. for 100 years.

"Then how do you get in touch with your people?" Fury's arm injury has been healed by Kouhaug. He looked at the fat wizard on the ground through the small table. Erman shook his head: "This is a one-time commission, there is no way to contact me."

Then everyone looked at Lydia. Lydia took a sip of coffee, put down the cup, smiled at them, and changed the topic: "In order to prevent these people from harming ordinary people, we may Add an extension to 911."

"S.H.I.E.L.D. will discuss this matter with the police." Fury answered quickly, and Hermione also spoke: "If these two people need help, just ask."

"It's just two people, don't worry about it." Lydia said cheerfully with the corners of her lips curled up, her green eyes shining brightly, "What I'm worried about is that my itinerary is not high-profile enough."

She put her hand on Tony's shoulder with a grin, and gave him a bright smile: "But I think it shouldn't be difficult with Mr. Stark's generous help."

Tony turned his head and looked at her, thinking of something, put his arm on the back of Lydia's chair, raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled: "Of course, it's not difficult."

Tony Stark has his own media halo. Whatever he usually does will attract various gossip tabloids to report, not to mention that now he intends to do something.

He booked a famous theater on Inner Broadway that night. The price was very high, but money was just a number to this billionaire, and it had no practical significance at all.

The major newspapers heard the news, and a group of reporters squatted on Broadway at night.

Before tonight's opera started, a group of people in robes walked in, and then several superheroes they were somewhat familiar with also walked in one after another.

On the contrary, Tony, who booked the theater, never showed up, but these reporters were not in a hurry, they had already thought about how to write the press release.

In the last minute of the opening of the opera, there was a sudden sound of breaking through the air above their heads. The group of reporters who had been squatting at the entrance of the theater for at least an hour looked up with their cameras in their arms. past.

……two? !

They rubbed their eyes to make sure they were right.

The two golden and red iron men landed at the entrance of the theater and stood side by side. The reporters only then realized that they picked up the cameras around their necks and started snapping pictures.

The shorter one took off the helmet on her head, revealing a beautiful face familiar to all reporters. Her long brown hair was tied into a ponytail, and she looked very youthful. She didn't seem to have much makeup on her face. Regardless of the armor on her body, she is as fresh as a ray of sunshine jumping in the forest.

But even with this armor, she still looks beautiful, like a leaping flame.

The female boss who has been in the limelight recently hugged her helmet, turned her head and frowned and said something to another iron man beside her. The latter's helmet retracted automatically, revealing the face of the richest man in New York.

Then they exchanged a few words, and turned their heads to look at the direction where the reporters gathered together. Tony put his hands on Lydia's shoulders and smiled at the group of reporters.

Lydia swiped his hand off his shoulder and took off the armor. The red-gold armor folded into a small box at her feet automatically.

She raised her hand and tapped the reactor on Tony's chest, stood in front of him, raised her head and smiled and said, "The opera should have started, we should go in."

As she spoke, she picked up the small box on the ground, took two steps forward, and turned to look at Tony.

Tony spread his hands, the armor on his body fell off automatically, and turned into a box. Lydia turned around with the corners of her mouth curled up, and continued to walk in. Tony followed her. Just as he was about to enter the theater, he suddenly Turning his head to look at these reporters, his upper body leaned back slightly, and he squeezed one eye at them.

Lydia's voice came from the theater: "Tony—"

Tony retracted his head and walked in quickly.

The reporter group was silent for a while, and one reporter said weakly: "I..."

"Don't say it, I am too." Another reporter said weakly holding the camera, "And I think my press release will be changed again."

"I never thought that I would find Tony Stark cute one day." A female reporter said while holding her forehead, and her companion patted her on the shoulder.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Theater entrance.

Lydia: "I don't think gold and red are right for me."

Tony's helmet retracted automatically, he took a closer look at Lydia's appearance, and raised his eyebrows: "It's very beautiful."

"There's actually an inner heightening." Lydia felt the sole of the shoe with her heel, "It's at least five centimeters, right?"

"It's for balance," Tony said solemnly.