Meiman: I became Tony's younger brother

Chapter 119

The two raised their eyebrows at the same time, and turned their guns/cannons to clear the other guards.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"Zi-"

"Zi-"

Most of the soldiers were sent out to fight, and there were not many left. They were hacked back and forth by the white ghosts, leaving only three or five crooked melons and dates.

One person and two backs can easily win.

McAllen's heart bleeds when he saw it. These are his only remaining subordinates, and he still counts on them to help him make a comeback.

Now, it's all gone.

As distressed as he was by Dr. Nano, those soldiers were injected with nanobugs and their every move was controlled by him.

The original plan was for McCarron to die heroically, and he took over the organization and completed his great dream of unifying the world.

pity!

He consciously put down the controller, raised his hands, walked to McAllen and squatted down.

At this time, McCarron was still immersed in sadness. The hairs on his hair suddenly stood up, and a murderous aura fell on him. He looked up and looked into the white ghost's scarlet eyes.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Zaitan's stiff expression.

Oh, it's you, that's all right.

Bai Youling held the knife in his right hand, and the tip of the knife scraped a series of sparks on the ground, his face twitched slightly due to excessive excitement:

"Zatan, you were the one who killed my master back then."

Zatan squatted on the ground, his eyes seeing the figure of the white ghost approaching step by step. His mask could not stop his anger.

Forty years of experience in deceiving people told him that the man in front of him had reached the edge of losing his mind. Even if he said NO, the other party would not believe him.

After all, Zatan had raised him for 30 years and knew him like the back of his hand.

"I killed him."

"Let's go!"

The blade trembled slightly, accelerating from extremely still to extremely moving in an instant. The blood condensed into threads in the air and slid across the surface of the skin, and there was a slight sound of air leakage.

"Shh."

"Pfft!"

A big head soared into the sky, landed on the ground and rolled twice, stopping next to the black armor.

Snake Eyes and White Ghost looked at each other for a moment, then bent down, grabbed the head and wrapped it in white cloth. When passing by the corpse, Xiuren drew his knife and cut it in two.

"Chuck."

Two figures, one black and one white, stood side by side, with blood rolling under their feet.

Bai Ghost knelt down on one knee and held a long knife in front of his chest: "Thank you, boss, for your help. From now on, my life will be yours."

Snake Eye pulled out the tachi behind his back and offered it with both hands, bent over at ninety degrees, and a man's thick voice came from under the armor for the first time:

"Mr. Lark, on behalf of the Hidden Warrior Alliance, I would like to pay high tribute to you. From now on, you will regard me as our most loyal ally. If necessary, please follow your orders."

"It's easy to say, easy to say, I like making friends the most." Lak narrowed his eyes and tried his best to stop his smile.

This trip really made a lot of money. I found a solution for the steel suit to prevent electromagnetic interference, and unexpectedly gained the favor of a capable general and the ninja organization.

Three blessings and a bumper harvest.

He recovered his thoughts and nodded solemnly, taking the sword with both hands: "I am also happy to become an ally with you."

He swept around and raised the knife with one hand: "As we all know, I, Lark, never cause our allies to suffer. Thanks to your help today, we were able to capture the base. From now on, the Hidden Warrior Alliance will always enjoy a 10% discount when exchanging items in the hotel."

"Shet."

"I even buy Karma."

McAllen and the others subconsciously exclaimed. Nowadays, in any organization with some strength, who doesn't know the name of the essence of life.

If he hadn't been unable to defeat Stark, he would have transformed into a righteous man, robbing the rich and giving to the poor.

What's even more hateful is that Lark only accepts mysterious items in exchange. According to rumors, he earns 4 times the points by selling the minimum blood after collecting one.

Profiteer!

10% off is a huge amount of points in the long run and is very important to any organization.

Snake Eye, as one of the most outstanding contemporary disciples of the Hidden Warrior Alliance, naturally knows the weight involved.

"Mr. Lark is magnificent, I once again represent..."

"Okay, okay, no need to say anything. I know what you mean. You want to thank me. Just bring more mysterious items to redeem next time. That thing is better than anything else."

"Understood, I will definitely not disappoint you."

Children can be taught.

Lark smiled like an old father and put the sword into the space.

At this time, Tony made an OK gesture to indicate that he had the item. Seeing this, the smile on Lark's face became even brighter.

He swept across the two squatting on the ground, lightly brushed off the dust that did not exist on his body, and said with a smile:

"Now it seems that the two of you are of no use. How about setting off on the road as soon as possible, so that you can go with Zaitan so as not to be lonely on the road?"

Bai Youling and Snake Eye drew out their long knives and put them on their necks, waiting for Lak's order to make them split up.

The Special Forces mission was done, and he wouldn't mind doing some work for Rucker.

"Mr. Stark, please forgive me. I have money, a lot of money. As long as you let me go, it will all belong to you." McAllen shook his body and begged for mercy decisively, without the slightest integrity of a hero.

McCarron: I'm Scottish and I don't understand what you're talking about.

"I am the chief researcher of nanobug technology and know it best. I can join Mr. Tony's laboratory and help him get started quickly."

"I can hear it. You two have unique skills and are willing to use this to redeem your life. I understand correctly."

The two nodded.

"No."

"Correct."

Lark touched his chin in thought, and stared at the knife on McCarron's neck: "If I kill you, won't your wealth also belong to me?"

"And you, there is no scientist more talented than Tony Stark in the world, so you are useless. In this case, I can only regret and say sorry."

Tony, who was busy working in the distance, quietly straightened up.

"Do it."

As soon as he finished speaking, White Ghost and Snake Eyes raised their hands at the same time. The long knife on the ground changed from long to short, and then from short to long, just like the terrified expressions of the two of them at this moment.

"Shh."

"Shh."

"Wait, I know who put the coffee cup."

"Crack—poof!"

The head took off, blood gushed out and poured on Dr. Nanami's face, and the left eye of the machine flashed a frightening red light.

Yes, he was the one who called out at the last moment.

"Yo, that's fine. I thought it was McAllen who spoke, but I didn't expect it to be you." Lark clapped his hands, not stingy with his praise.

The reason why he spent a lot of effort to play tricks of killing chickens and monkeys with these two people, intimidating and luring, is to learn the origin of the Monaco moiré coffee cup.

No, I should say which Hydra it is.

In his previous life, he had only watched the film version of The Avengers. Apart from Pierce and Baron Sterak, he didn't know about the other teams.

Inspired to rob Hydra, of course you can't let go of any clues.

Lark knocked out Dr. Nano, used the power of the dragon to destroy the weird gadgets on him, and threw them into the portal.

With so many people at the scene, who knows if there are any Hydra spies inside, so it’s better to keep them in the base camp for safety.

Tony got all the information on nanotechnology, and his thirst for knowledge exploded unstoppably, so he left.

Unexpectedly, it would cause a chain reaction. White Ghost said that he wanted to return to Neon as soon as possible while his head was still wet to pay homage to his master.

Snake Eyes said the same thing.

Lak had no reason to stop, and he couldn't stop. He opened the portal on the hotel's rooftop and asked them to drive the Quinjet away.

Everyone had left, and there was no point in staying alone, so he simply returned to New York and left the mess to Hill.

Able people should do more work.

As soon as he left, Hawkeye also successfully completed the mission and harvested a large amount of funds and weapons.