[Zhongyingmei] Who is my father?

It's night, Newark Harbor, New York.

The busy pier during the day has now become a sea of ​​lights, like stars dotted in the night.Numerous expensive luxury cars come and go, bringing their glamorous owners all the way here, boarding the cruise ships that have already docked on the shore, to participate in the carnival banquet of the upper class.

Heaven for the capitalists, hell for the poor.

A little uncomfortably tugged at the tie around his neck.Joyce put on the headset and walked into the banquet hall openly.The feeling of being tightened at the vitals will never make him feel better, and the slightly uncoordinated bulging of the right sleeve of the suit, even though the metal arm has been re-covered so that it is no different from an ordinary arm, it still makes him tense. Tighten the strings in my head, not daring to relax for a moment.

"Are you still okay?"

Finally, after being rubbed shoulders and elbows by an unknown number of people, Joyce, who has always stayed away from physical contact, couldn't help but pressed the communication button, lowered his voice and gritted his teeth to the opposite side: "I told you that this is an extremely stupid idea. gone."

"Relax, Honey."

Along with the rustling electric noise, Deadpool's voice came lazily from the channel:

"This is obviously a genius idea. You look so handsome in a suit, buddy. Did you see the eyes of those rich second-generation ladies? If you weren't a bodyguard, they would have jumped on you and rubbed you."

Ah, yes, bodyguard.

Joyce closed his eyes with a headache.To get into a closed cruise ship full of high-society folks, pretending to be normal security is a pretty good trick indeed.And this is also the reason why he didn't choose the more adept stealth, but really obeyed Wade's arrangement and robbed the equipment and identity card of some unlucky guy who had been feeding fish in the sea.

But the problem is, after he walked on the cruise ship obediently, he discovered that there was a very terrible thing in it.

"You fucking hate me, don't you?"

Glancing roughly around the hall, Joyce couldn't help but wonder if he had directly entered a secret stronghold of his old club: "Do you know how many Hydra agents are on this ship?!"

"What? They're really here?!"

The response was intriguing.Deadpool's tone on the channel suddenly rose, maintaining a high degree of shock at the news: "I just said that casually at the time? Are you sure??"

"..."

Joyce was too sure.He's been in Hydra for so many years, he's an octopus with his eyes open and closed, and even in his dreams, someone is shouting 'HailHydra' in his ear, and it's hell to not recognize their agents.And on this cruise ship, at least in this banquet hall, more than half of the people's eyes wandered, their eyes were dull, and their faces were full of cult expressions. Typical hydra fools, people with a normal mind like him still What a minority.

Of course, he would actually believe in such a heinous thing as Deadpool, his brain may not be much better than this group of coins now.

"Twelve undercover agents, and two fully armed squads."

Withdrawing the hand that was about to take off the sunglasses, and hiding himself in the shadow of the marble pillars in the meeting hall, Joyce almost roared in the channel: "Give me a reason not to blow your dog's head when I go back, Wade. "

"Because you love me?"

It sounded like it was tossing some fabric, making a faint rattling sound.Deadpool snorted proficiently, sounding like he wasn't terribly worried about his roommate's safety, nor did he think he was really going to rush out and kill him.

you ask why?

Oh come on, that's Joyce, Hydra's own super killer.A live Hi-claw cleaning machine, the kind that saw the old club couldn’t walk, so it’s not necessarily good to lock them together who is in danger?

"Okay buddy, since the octopus is interested, it means you must get this chip, right? Anyway, you can't cheap them."

The voice coming out of the headset prevented Joyce from stuffing all kinds of dirty words into the other party's ears, and the target in Deadpool's words was indeed the only thing he could do at the moment.After all, the cruise ship has left the port now, floating in the Atlantic Ocean like an isolated island, and he can't turn around and leave here, and he can't go out and stab Wade into a sieve (too stupid to waste effort).And now that Joyce thinks about it, Deadpool seems to have told him that the chip contains some kind of extremely lethal missile launch sequence code from Stark Industries. Hydra will never do anything good if it wants this kind of thing. Need to get that thing out of their hands.

Of course, don't get me wrong, he's not at all interested in saving the world.This is purely a personal grievance, he really just wanted to add trouble to his old club from the beginning to the end.

"I hate you."

Under the disguise of virtual technology, the right arm made a very low calibration sound.Joyce took a deep breath, looked up at the noisy banquet in front of him, and finally compromised: "Go where you should go and get ready, I will find Feisal."

"Great." With an excited tone, Deadpool gave a loud 'boo' on the channel: "I love you too, sweetheart."

Faisal Rapsin, the tycoon who sells arms in the Middle East, is also the idiot who wants to sell the missile code to Hydra.Although Joyce didn't know how he got the top secret of Stark Industries, he knew very well that this idiot probably wouldn't survive tonight.After all, [-] million US dollars is not a small amount, and Hydera is not a conscientious merchant. They are too proficient in killing people and stealing goods. Otherwise, what are the agents on this ship here for?Paid vacation?

Go fuck it.

They even owe Joyce's wages for so many years.

In fact, it was not difficult to find Feisal.Especially when he's a fucking fat guy and he's strutting himself up like an upstart with bikini babes on board.Soon, Joyce found his target beside the dining table, surrounded by a bunch of ladies, smiling like a grown-up winter melon.

Glancing at him, he confirmed the configuration of bodyguards around him.Slowly, Joyce leaned against the pillar behind him and began to pretend that he was part of the magnificent backdrop.

"Target locked." His eyes skillfully pinned the arms dealer through the reflective surface: "At ten o'clock, an unknown person approached, suspected of being a connector, and no items required by the mission were found, over."

"Uh, continue monitoring?" Subconsciously replied, Deadpool twisted his buttocks and squeezed out of the storage room where he was hiding: "Is my answer standard? Seriously, baby, this is not your mission in Hydra, let's not Do you keep being so serious?"

"It's a little difficult for me to be as unprofessional as you." Joyce rolled his eyes towards the ceiling, and it was difficult to hide the disgust in his tone: "You have brought my level to the lowest level in history."

"It's my pleasure if you're talking about the boring debriefing jargon. It makes you more alive, don't you see?"

There was a momentary ups and downs in tone, and then there was a loud bang of falling to the ground in the background.Deadpool looked down, kicked the dying HYDRA agent into the sea around the corner, and decided it was time to bring their conversation back on track:

"By the way, I have to ask you a question about this, Joe. What's the best position in the Octopus's target with three seven-man action teams?"

"Clear the targets above level six." Joyce replied without hesitation, and then realized that the other party's question must mean something: "They ambushed so many people outside?"

"There are two more helicopters." Looking up at the flashing signal lights in the night sky, Deadpool did not deny it: "An arms dealer is worth such a mobilization?"

"It depends, but Faisal is certainly not worth it."

There are probably a hundred ways that Joyce, the unsuspecting creature, can finish him instantly, 89 of which require only a single shot.Although they probably don't have a killer like him in their hands now, but to deal with an upstart with no brains, this lineup is inevitably a bit too exaggerated.

Unless, Hydra already knew that there would be some special factors that made the task of capturing the chip difficult.Or, they have more than one goal.

"Are you sure you really didn't sell me?"

With a bad face, Joyce gritted his teeth and spoke while pressing the communicator.But before he could hear Wade's answer, a piercing electrical noise hit his eardrums, forcing Joyce to pull off the headset, frowning.

And apparently he wasn't the only one doing this.In the banquet hall, almost everyone with communication equipment heard the harsh interfering sound, covering their ears and looking around in a daze, with terrified expressions, and the scene was in chaos.

what happened?

The back was attached to the pillar, and the right arm made a low calibration sound under the cover of the sleeve.Joyce stared closely at the commotion crowd in front of him, as well as several Hydra undercover agents who were obviously crowding towards the arms dealer, and began to consider whether to strike first.

However, the next second when he was about to make a move.

"Hello, everybody? Let's calm down, shall we?"

The lights on the zenith dimmed for a second, and then shone brighter on the center stage of the banquet hall.And there, a man in a neat suit was standing there, with his hands spread out, overlooking the entire hall, like a star in the carnival center that was always watched by everyone.

Joyce had seen him many times.

On TV, in newspapers, in Hydra's top-secret files.And there will never be anyone in the streets and alleys who does not know this face with a very high exit rate.

Iron Man, Tony Stark.

A billionaire, playboy, a scientific genius you'd never guess what's going on in his head, a popular superhero in the Avengers.

"It seems that I don't need to introduce myself anymore. Let's get straight to the point?"

Get a full view of everyone's reactions.Tony raised his chin, his eyes scanned the entire venue from left to right, pretending that he didn't notice the sudden nervous expression of a third of them.

"When the organizer of this banquet invited me, he didn't say that there were so many surveillance devices on board, so I blocked them all just now. Does anyone have any comments?"

As he said that, he also made a shut-up gesture to the stiff-faced stage controller next to him: "You don't need to speak, your opinion is worthless."

"But Mr. Stark, we haven't received..."

"You haven't received a receipt from me agreeing to attend the meeting. OK, I know, I just wanted to take a look at it on a whim. By the way, is there anyone who plans to return my things to me? Are there any questions?"

"..."

A little dazed by his series of robbing whites, the person in charge of the banquet closed his mouth a little dizzy.And Joyce saw Tony nodding his head in satisfaction, and then, his eyes that had been patrolling the venue paused for a moment, and then fixed on the blue-faced arms dealer by the bar.

"That's right, I'm talking about you, Feisal." He raised his eyebrows slightly: "Stark Industries, huh? Are you going to give it to me in a peaceful way, or am I going to take it in an unpeaceful way?" ?”

"..."

These words put the Buddha's spell, and in an instant, the air in the entire hall stagnated like a condensed stream of water.Perhaps he didn't expect to be caught by the original owner of the chip. Feisal's face turned from green to pale, but he didn't know if it was because of someone's backing, and he obviously didn't intend to accept Shan Hao's proposal.

"You can try it." He yelled sternly.At the same time, all the ambushing Hydra agents in the venue "swiped" and pulled out their guns, pointing at the seemingly defenseless Iron Man on the stage.

...Well, there are quite a lot of people.

After roughly counting, I found that basically all the bodyguards except myself had done it.Joyce hesitated whether he should follow the crowd too, lest standing there was too abrupt, and then he thought about it and fucked it.What if Iron Man treats himself like a hydra and fights together later?Is he going to do it, can't he use his full strength?Whose will it be if he is killed?

"Well, I'm sorry."

Standing still under countless dark muzzles.Tony shrugged, his tone full of sincere disappointment: "I thought I could solve a few problems without doing it."

Taking a condescending look at the arms dealer, he snapped his fingers beautifully in mid-air: "Now, let's start the party again."

Generally speaking, in the various official and unofficial videos that Joyce has watched, whenever Iron Man makes this action and declaration, his cool armor will break in from various weird places and kill the president's father. Armed up and thrown into a fierce battle.And the HYDRA agents who were there obviously had studied it as deeply as their former killer.Therefore, almost as soon as Tony's words fell, all the people holding weapons lowered their center of gravity and were highly nervous, ready to pull the trigger in their hands at any time.

However, five seconds passed.

Ten seconds passed.

20 seconds passed.

Nothing happened in the entire banquet hall, it was as quiet as a chicken, and not even a piece of wall had fallen off.The iron man in the suit was still wearing the suit, maintaining the posture of snapping his fingers, his expression gradually lost.

"...er, Friday?"

In the enigmatic embarrassment at the scene, Tony asked in a low voice: "Where is my armor?"

"My signal was targeted and intercepted, and your location cannot be located, and the suit cannot be delivered accurately."

Although the voice was very low, in the dead silence that filled the venue, Joyce still clearly heard the answer from the president's father's collar: "I suggest you bring the Mark 46 equipped with the latest nano-stretch technology before departure." , Sir."

"..." The president's father, who was slapped in the face by the bad news and scorned by his own AI, was speechless for a moment.

Also speechless was Joyce who was silently watching.Obviously, he is now facing a more deadly problem than being beaten by Iron Man as a Hydra - if he takes the chip away while everyone is staring, will he later Get beat up by Hydra and Iron Man together?

Just don't expose yourself.

Make up your mind to reap the benefits of the fisherman.Joyce silently put down his hand that wanted to touch the equipment, intending to just quietly wait for Stark to solve his small mistake (of course he can), and then go to fight with his old club.

Obviously, the future will be easy and good.

...If the communicator on his waist, which was supposed to be a decoration, hadn't suddenly sounded at this moment, and the voice of his fucking roommate wafted out of it.

"Hello, excuse me? Joyce, are you there?"

In the banquet hall that was still dead after Iron Man's performance turned over on the spot, Deadpool's voice was almost lingering for three days:

"I suddenly can't contact you, are you okay? I have to clarify that I really didn't sell you. Your old club Hydra sent so many people not necessarily to catch you, maybe there is someone else The unlucky guy didn't figure out the situation before he threw himself into the trap? So don't forget to take the chip! One hundred million dollars! I'll change clothes and sneak in to help you!"

"..."

The originally dignified meeting place is now more like a cemetery.

Looking at half of the guns around him turning from Stark to point at him, and the indescribable eyes cast by Tony on the stage, Joyce couldn't help but rolled his eyes towards the ceiling.

"Thank you so much, Wade."

He should be determined to grab the Hydra base.

Really.

The author has something to say:

Tony: Today I'm going to pick someone to be unlucky with me. Who is so lucky?

Joyce: ...