[Zhongyingmei] Who is my father?

Within ten seconds, he teleported from the deck to the bilge. When Tony stepped on the solid ground of the power room again, he almost cried out holding the turbine next to him.

And as the culprit who single-handedly concocted this tragedy, Joyce's expression was normal the whole time, without even frowning, forming an extremely sharp contrast with Iron Man, and the president's father almost wanted to kick him.

"Tell me again, what the hell are we doing here?"

Looking around at the criss-crossing large equipment in the power room, Tony stared and asked while standing on the steps of the iron frame, trying to create a very threatening aura.

To be honest, this is actually a bit difficult, if you are tall, rich and handsome.

"Let's clean up the signal shielding for the bottom layer, and then put an iron skin on you, so that you won't die with a light touch on the battlefield."

Based on professional ethics, Joyce is very willing to cooperate with his employer's performance.He even walked down two steps obediently, so that the president's father could look down on him from his height, thinking that he had fully satisfied the other party's ulterior pride.

But Iron Man looked decidedly angrier.

"Is it great to be a killer?? When I put on my battle armor, I will definitely take you down from a height of 30 meters!!" His eyes were almost out of frame, and Tony was almost pointing at Joey. Si's nose roared: "And why are you going down? On purpose? Do you think you are tall?!!!"

"..."

This sentence hit Joyce's Achilles' heel precisely and swiftly.Although his stature is actually not too short, and he is not too short to reach the 1.8-meter mark, but this is still a scar on Joyce's heart.After all, Hydra is a place that selects people based on their faces, and all the killers raised seem to be going to catwalks. He has been depressed for many years among the male models in his old club.After finally leaving, he met a dead waiter who was also a stupid big man who was nearly 1.9 meters. This really made Joyce doubt his life. Is it because the average height of superheroes and super villains these days is too high, or is it His stature is actually that miserable.

So he wanted to know even more, which hero inherited this excellent gene from him?Actually as bad as Stark.

Thinking of this expressionlessly, Joyce, whose scars were uncovered, tried to maintain his last bit of dignity: "I didn't think I was tall, but you are shorter than me."

"……Hold."

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't have a armor to wear now, Tony was sure that his repulsor had already punched a hole in Joyce's head.

They glared at each other and remained silent for a minute, or longer, until the dizziness caused by the downhill had completely dissipated from their brains.Someone's heartbeat gradually appeared in the power room, and the sound became louder and faster, like an engine that was about to be scrapped due to overheating, and when there were only the two of them, no matter what the reason was, it was very dangerous. embarrassing.

"What the hell do you think about the handsome me?" Tony yelled before things got out of hand.

"Are you really crooked?" Joyce also asked suspiciously.

Their voices collided.After a pause for a few seconds, he felt that the other party was simply joking.

"Why do I have thoughts about you? You've been staring at me." The former killer looked at Iron Man as if he had broken his mind: "You're still nervous."

"Please note that you are talking to an ordinary, ordinary, person who is alone in a room with an evil killer. Don't be nervous, you are dead! I am obviously straighter than the gun barrel in your hand!!"

Tony glared at Joyce, looking like he wanted to smash his skull out with his gauntlets.But soon, after roaring a roar comparable to a magnitude [-] earthquake, he calmed down at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he looked at the other party with a little hesitation and confusion again.

"I found that your face looks familiar." In the banquet hall, the distance was far away, and the storage room and deck lights were not very bright, so that Iron Man only now carefully observed Joyce's appearance.And this also brought him a very surprising discovery:

"If you cover the lower part, you look a bit like Captain America." Tony stretched out his hand and gestured in mid-air, "And if you don't look at the eyes, your outline looks like Sol...or me? You even have a Metal arms."

As he spoke, he was obviously shocked by his own description: "Who on earth inherited such a miraculous gene to you?"

- Metal arms are not hereditary.

Not knowing whether to correct him or not, Joyce was a little depressed for a while.And when he was silent for a few seconds and tried to uncover this chapter, only to find that the CEO's father didn't intend to let it go, but waited expectantly for him to speak, his expression became even more melancholy.

"...I don't know." Turn your eyes away, the cold and stern former killer's voice is almost silent now, "I don't know who it is."

"You don't know?!" After thinking a lot about the answer, he didn't expect the other party to throw such a sentence head-on. Tony found it difficult to suppress the surprise in his tone and the tone of his voice to a normal level.And before he could decipher what it means after digging through the back, Joyce had already turned his head and walked into the power room, obviously not intending to talk in depth, leaving him with a meaningful back view.

Tony hurried up.

"So, how many years have you been in Hydra? They never told you about it? Or do they not know?? Have you looked for it???"

If it was anyone else staying here now, they would choose to shut up under the sharp glare of the former killer, but the president's father, who has been going his own way all year round, obviously does not have this function.With a face full of curiosity that the powerful CEO of the Stark Group would trample on his little finger with high heels, Tony chased Joyce all the way and asked him a hundred thousand whys, without even taking a breath. It is a posture of never giving up on this issue.

His voice echoed on the low ceiling of the power room, circled the turbine several times, and finally poured into the other party's ears from all directions, so loud that people almost wanted to tear their heads off.Joyce endured it for 3 minutes, and finally couldn't convince himself to continue to suffer this crime, so he stopped abruptly.

"What?" He jumped back in fright.Tony stared wide-eyed, watching in horror as Joyce glanced around and stretched out the metal hand towards him.

Then his mouth was covered, and he was abruptly dragged into the shadow behind a pile of transformers next to him.

...What is this for?What is this for?I just asked a few more words and you are going to kill me? ! !

Tony believed for a moment that he saw the gates of heaven open before his eyes.He figured he shouldn't have forgotten that he was locked in a crowded room with a deadly Hydra ex-killer and that he'd been bothering him just now.For God's sake, he'll take out his lungs and guts, or knock out his brilliant brain, or stick out his fingers and send them one by one to Avengers Tower, or...

"Can't you be more honest?" Joyce held the overly brain-compensated Tony between himself and the transformer, and Joyce forcibly suppressed the opponent's struggle, his voice full of helplessness: "Didn't you realize that we are not the only ones here?"

what?

Tony stopped trying to smash the opponent's brain with the gauntlet, and his breathing was suddenly choked.Seeing that he finally calmed down, Joyce didn't use any more force, but slowly backed away, signaling the other party to pay attention to concealment with his eyes.

'Hydra? ' Tony asked silently, lip-syncing.

'two. '

Nodding, Joyce gestured with two fingers, but his face was much more serious than before.He has been professionally trained to be able to distinguish the number of opponents by footsteps in the noisiest environment, and can even judge the enemy's position based on this.But now, in this power room where there is only the sound of machines running, those two footsteps are like fallen leaves on the snow, almost melting into the air, so light that even Joyce can hardly catch them.

It is more troublesome than the above three special warfare teams.

After confirming this, his expression became even uglier.

After making a few tactical gestures to Tony, Joyce slipped out from behind the transformer first, and moved to a more favorable position while paying attention to the movement around him.And the president’s father, who has always had an AI friendly translation, had a rare misfire this time. He used his poor tactical literacy to interpret the other party’s gestures at the same time as "follow me" and "stay away from me". The broken pot went with Joyce in a broken way.

They stalked one after the other in the shadow cast by the large equipment.

The slight humming inside the machine was amplified by the confined space, covering up the sound of any party's actions.Joyce stared at the constantly swaying shadow on the wall, quietly shuttled like a cat under the dense pipes above his head, and opened and closed the flaps of his right arm, ready to deliver the most fatal blow at any time.Tony followed him about one meter behind him, which would not affect the other party's performance and could support at any time. The two quickly approached the heart of the power room, and under the cover of a large switchboard, the sound of footsteps came slowly. direction close.

However, the closer they got to the target, Joyce's expression became more serious instead of relaxed, and in the end it was like a cloud, so serious that it was almost dripping water.

'Not quite right. 'He said with his mouth.Hydra's former killer had a serious expression on his face, as if he was going to visit someone's grave, and signaled Iron Man to get his palm gun ready.

Not daring to ignore the opinions of professionals in this regard, Tony quickly adjusted the gauntlet.However, when he raised his head again, he found that Joyce's shadow suddenly swayed, like the surface of water blown by the wind, it only moved for a moment, and then returned to calm again.

The president's father blinked, thinking that he had misread.But in the next second, before he realized that it was the shadow cast by someone flashing under the light, he saw Joyce in front of him suddenly being hit by the black shadow rushing out from the side, his face With extreme shock remaining on his body, he fell straight into the operating table at the other end of the power room, making an earth-shattering loud noise.

"Hey!"

Almost had a cardiac arrest.Before Tony could look back as he flew away with the other party, a black shadow suddenly appeared above his head, and he jumped straight from the transformer poking to the ceiling, knocking him to the ground in an instant.

What the fuck is this? !

Suspecting that several of his ribs had been broken on the ground, the president's father resisted the urge to vomit, and pointed the glove at the back with his backhand and fired.Immediately, he felt a sudden lightness on his body, and the bastard who sneaked up on him had already landed a few meters away, and a bundle of steel bars was knocked apart with a clang.

At the same time, several crisp gunshots also came from far and near, and not far away came another tooth-piercing roar of flesh colliding with a hard plane.And before Tony turned over and saw the current situation clearly, someone had already held his elbow and pulled him up. The metal fingers shone coldly in the light, full of anger and murder just like its owner. meaning.

"fine?"

Poking Iron Man directly beside him, Joyce had a bleeding wound on his face, as if he had just finished a fierce battle, which abruptly made him look a bit hideous: "If you react more slowly , Your pretty neck is about to be strangled."

"If you reacted faster, you wouldn't have been knocked into the garbage dump." Tony immediately retorted.He held his ribs and leaned against Joyce to stand upright, so that he had time to observe the two sneak attackers who came back one after another.

"..."

Slowly getting up from the pile of steel rods, the Hydra that attacked Iron Man had gloomy eyes, staring at them as if it wanted to tear people to pieces.And a little farther away, the agent who had the ability to catch Joyce by surprise also stood up from the ruins of the console, with bruises clearly pinched by the metal arms on his muscular and tangled arms, and the whole person regained his momentum In the state of ready to go, it is as fierce as a hungry beast that is about to prey desperately.

The attempts just now are just a small test of skill, they are far more terrifying than what has been shown so far.

The instinct for danger conveys a warning that goes straight to the sky.Tony bit his lip, trying to calm his rapid heartbeat, and glanced at Joyce in the increasingly oppressive confrontation: "What should we do now?"

Joyce uncharacteristically did not answer.He just squinted his eyes and looked at these two special Heypaw agents with a stiff face. Something surged rapidly in his eyes, and his expression gradually changed from hesitation to daze, and finally returned to his usual calmness.

"Remember what we are going to do when we come down?" he said slowly.

"So that I can hug my armor again?" Tony didn't know why he asked so suddenly, and turned his head suspiciously.

"Then this is it. You said that this is a signal shield that cannot be solved by technology, and you are right."

The tone is full of subtle and complex solemnity.Under the suspicious eyes of the CEO's father, Joyce pointed to the black-clothed killer who had just attacked Iron Man in the pile of steel bars:

"He did it."