[Comprehensive Anglo-American] Gem Merchant

Chapter 93

If the same conversation is conveyed to different people, sometimes it will interpret completely different answers.

For example, although Adric Killian may feel that Stark, a handsome little lover, is too calm, this is still in his grasp, you see he will now know how to find a way to help, although SHIELD is now Too busy to save the president of the United States, there is no chance to take such a small role into consideration.

In the eyes of Tony Stark, the other party's words have another meaning that is completely opposite.

The blond gem dealer was urging him boredly, and hurried to find Fu Rui to ask for a quotation, otherwise he didn't plan to do white work, and gems are very precious, and every waste is a loss.

Tony: "..."

In the video communication, Alphonse was tied up on the laboratory table, looking weak and helpless.

No one knew that they actually tied up a fire-breathing dragon, or the kind that would hoard gems and gold coins.

"They also plan to attack the President of the United States, so I think S.H.I.E.L.D. is willing to pay for the President anyway."

Tony thought about it and said, "If you think this is not enough, Stark Industries can help you make up the difference."

"Ha, what are you talking about? Accidental death allowance for Stark Industries employees?"

Adric Killian laughed exaggeratedly: "When you see this guy die in front of you later, I look forward to whether you will be as calm and calm."

The thin needle was close to the jeweler's skin, and the jeweler looked extremely indifferent, without the slightest bit of panic, which made Killian start to suspect that this guy might have something behind him, but no matter how powerful he is, so what Woolen cloth?Alphonse Edelfelt is obviously not a mutant, surrounded by signal shielding devices, this ship will soon sail on the high seas under the sneak signal of some senior government officials, that is to say, in this In this sea area, no matter what you do, you are no longer protected by any US laws.

"and many more!"

Tony felt something was wrong: "What are you going to inject him with?!"

"Has the great Tony Stark not learned to accept reality for so long?"

Killian snorted heavily: "Extremis virus, sir, you will witness your beautiful little lover suffer a 30.00% survival rate, no one can escape this."

The other party still didn't have the idea of ​​struggling, Tony suddenly remembered, damn it, the magic power was out of control, he just drank those medicines, maybe that kind of magic medicine would make him temporarily unable to perform magic smoothly... He should have thought of it a long time ago, because Mr. Alchemist's impression is too deceptive, so he always thinks that guy is invincible.

But he clearly knew——

Under the starless, moonless, chaotic sky, the other party once cut open his soul under his gaze.

That "invincibility" has always come at a price.

The steel suit quickly climbed to the whole body, and when the visor was closed, Tony Stark heard the other party's threat without hesitation: "If you can keep silent now, then there is about a 30.00% probability that the gentleman will be alive. Now, If the clothes move, the sniper over there will kill the opponent immediately."

"you……!"

"That's right, it's this kind of expression. I came here just to see you showing this kind of expression."

Adric Killian finally showed a joyful look, while Tony Stark turned his head to look at the communicator, staring at the calm eyes on the other end of the holographic projection.

Make sure something, Al, make sure you don't get hurt by it.Tony Stark felt a familiar shortness of breath, as if the blood from the heart could not reach the limbs smoothly, he took a quick breath, if it wasn't for the steel suit supporting the body, that kind of invisible thing The feeling of grabbing his heart made him unable to stand still.

Damn it, it's just this time, and it's this kind of nervousness that's almost under control...

"—Stark? You don't look like you're in the right shape?"

On the other end of the holographic projection, the jeweler who had been indifferent to everything around him just now finally showed some other expressions.

Guaranteed something, Al.

The golden-red mask made it difficult to see the expression clearly, and Alphonse's vision became blurred through the new account nearly a hundred kilometers away, but even so, the gem dealer who was not very understanding still managed to figure out the state of the other party.

"--I promise."

Even if such a testimony does sound convincing, the jeweler was semi-fixed on the restraint device to prevent the struggle after being injected with the Extremis virus from hurting those around him, and his lower jaw was forced to be raised high, exposing his slender and fragile neck And Adam's apple, as if it could be broken anytime, anywhere.

"Iswear you Stark."

The next second, the live transmission was suddenly interrupted.

Killian raised his eyebrows. He was fully prepared. There were at least four or five sniper rifles aimed at this unlucky young man. The excellent snipers he hired were capable of smashing this guy into a sieve at any time, but To be on the safe side... Killian took out his cell phone and answered a call.

"Huh? The line is aging and the power is partially cut off? Uh... the investigation can be completed in 10 minutes? Okay, okay."

He confirmed the matter on the other side of the phone: "Hmm...the person is still tied up on the seat? Nothing happened? Well, you guys solve your problem as soon as possible. I hope that after the communication is restored, what I see is a corpse, or Transformed spoils."

He stretched himself, and showed a smug look at Tony Stark with ease: "You are lucky, it seems that the beautiful gentleman can live for another 10 minutes... But there will be no more such Kind of a coincidence."

In the steel suit, the man with warm brown pupils took a deep breath, his heart rate gradually calmed down, and his limbs and bones returned to their original temperature.

"you're right."

He glanced at Killian approvingly, and the palms of both hands became warm again: "There won't be such a coincidence anymore, I'm here to get rid of you now."

At sea, the cabin.

The President of the United States is feeling bad.

It has been half an hour since he was held hostage by a group of thugs, but he still has not received any news from the outside world. Knowing where the local dialect is complaining, it is said that "maybe there are still mice biting the cables in this no-regulation area."

Of course he knows the meaning of the "three-way zone", which means that the ship is leaving the United States without stopping.

The guards outside the door smoked boredly, and the two chatted with each other, "Can Stark's little lover survive the transformation experiment?" After all, "all the mice used for the experiment were dead." , and "Anyway, he is a disabled person. Boss did this on purpose just to disgust Stark. That guy will not end well. It would be lucky to die on the spot."

president:"……"

He felt a chill in his heart.

Two B2 stealth bombers should already be taking off, he thought, but the bombing effect of this kind of fighter is very wide. If they attack directly, it is difficult to guarantee the safety of other people on board. That is to say, if they still want to live , even the military cannot attack rashly.

As for Stark... It seems that the other party should have some means to restrain Stark.

At the same time, the laboratory.

Most of the staff have already rushed to repair the lines. In addition to local short circuits, they also found out some small problems such as seawater entering some places and causing local corrosion. These are not major troubles, and work can be resumed in a few minutes. Therefore, after handing over the work of maintaining order on the site to the guards with live ammunition, the engineers and technicians returned to their posts one after another, striving to restore the test function here as soon as possible under the Boss' request.

Not bad, thought Alphonse.Although entrusting everything to luck sounds a little unreliable, but who let the gift from my sister at Christmas happen to have such a function-use up all the "good luck" resident in the citrine pendulum at once , is enough to cause an accident here that the impact time is not too long.

Four snipers, two guards, a total of six people.The jeweler looked around from the corner of his eye, and everyone was staring at him. That is to say, all the characteristics required for a project magic - four eyes facing each other - could all be activated successfully.Thankfully, no one was distracted, otherwise they would have to deal with the fish that slipped through the net alone, and the possibility of failure would be greatly increased.

General knowledge in the mysterious world, "gazing" itself is a kind of magic.And the other party's eyes looked very greedy through the scope.

Alphonse turned his wrist and was supported off the test bench, his eyes glowed with blue and green fire.It took a while for the large-scale hypnotism to be effective, and it took a lot of effort to affect everyone present at the same time, but fortunately, the gemstones prepared in advance came in handy, greatly broadening the scope of his magic influence.

The soles of the feet touched the ground still felt like walking on a red-hot knife tip. The jeweler turned the roughly polished hollow spar in the palm of his hand, turned his head and looked at the six guards who had gathered around him, and had an idea in his mind.

"..."

A few minutes later, under the shocked eyes of the President of the United States, the door of his room was suddenly opened, and oncoming...

God, it took him half a minute to react to this exaggerated battle before he recovered.

Four burly men strolled over carrying a chair, followed by two guards with live ammunition, and on that chair... sat a blond young man with an overly delicate face.

The other party was wearing a white robe that looked like the Renaissance era, like a newly born god, accepting other people's offerings calmly.

The chairs were put down at the door of the room, and the doorman seemed to want to scream, but even if they choked their throats with fear, they couldn't make a sound.The phosphorus-colored eyes were lacking in emotion, and their eyes swept over the president, making his skin crawl all over in an instant.

"You are Mr. President?"

The other party asked naturally.

——Do you usually not watch the news?I also gave a speech last night!The president complained silently in his heart, but facing the eyes of the other party, he wisely changed the question: "...I am the president, so, is your Excellency...?"

"S.H.I.E.L.D.'s advisor, although no one has believed it since I came here."

Alphonse said slowly, "Unlike the detective, I work for a commission fee. How much are you willing to pay to get you out of here?"

The president reported the amount, and the other party showed the expression of "you are sending the beggar" without hesitation: "Then I might as well just expect Tony Stark's mental damage fee, I have been forced to play his lover for more than Fifteen hours."

president:"……"

Seeing that the other party was about to turn around and leave, he gritted his teeth and added another zero after the quotation.

Then the mighty army of chair-lifters turned their heads again, and the jeweler showed a bored look and stretched out his hand to touch the door, and the long combination lock on the president's wrist fell with a loud bang on the ground.

"Follow."

The alchemist called the shots: "Hope there's nothing wrong with your legs."

A few minutes later, looking at the stunned researchers in the archives, the President of the United States asked in disbelief: "You are destroying their research facilities? Stealing the content?! Shouldn't it be priority to rescue me from here? "

"Your asking price does not support additional value-added services. It is okay to send you back first, and the price will be doubled."

Alphonse's face was taken for granted: "Double payment for expedited commissions, Fury is also following this rule. If you don't plan to pay, just wait a while, anyway, I will ensure that you return to New York safely."

president:"……"

It's been a long time since he's seen a guy as headstrong as Tony Stark.

"I'll blow up this ship later. It sounds like the things researched by Pioneer Technology are quite powerful. Although I don't want to be a test subject, someone once told me that a smart brain can replace many experiments. "

Alphonse rummaged through the documents and threw them into the space pocket. At first, he looked at the titles, but then he gave up on the screening after realizing that he couldn't understand it at all: "So I think that if someone else studies these things, it might be worth it. Can use the residual heat."

"...Are you going to give these things to Stark?"

The president showed some disapproval: "Think of these - the things that the anti-government organizations have researched?"

"Regeneration of severed limbs and restoration of sight to the blind sound attractive."

The jeweler stretched out his hand, and the files on the filing cabinet flew out automatically, and they were neatly arranged and stored in Alphonse's open pocket: "Although I can do this, but if the same effect can be achieved, the cost on my side can probably cover it." Several steel suits."

The president noticed that the other person did not seem to be able to walk freely.

"Are you trying to get yourself back on your feet...?"

"You're joking, Mr. President."

The jeweler shrugged: "I said that I am a special consultant of S.H.I.E.L.D., an expert on extraterrestrials and mysteries, and I just happened to be temporarily injured by a certain mission."

After sweeping through the archives room, Alphonse led the president and a group of tool men responsible for lifting chairs to the central control room. Many people tried to attack on the way, and one of them even fired an RPG at the jeweler. , but without exception, these attack methods were intercepted outside the shield invisible to the naked eye.

"It's really amazing."

The President of the United States half admired and half tentatively said: "Is this alien technology?"

"Not really, although the Asgardians also use similar means."

The other party said without raising his head: "And anyway, it is for accounting. I will send the bill to Fury after the communication is restored."

president:"…………"

Where the hell did S.H.I.E.L.D. get such a weird guy.

His magic power is constantly returning.Alphonse estimated the remaining time. It won't be long before the exhausted circuit can receive Visandi's magic power again, and it will last until the portal to New York is opened.

The surroundings were in chaos, except for a small group of people who were mind-controlled, the others fled in all directions after finding that the counterattack was ineffective, shouting loudly while fleeing: Tony Stark's lover has the black technology of Stark Industries in his hands !

President of the United States: "...cough."

If the other party doesn't preconceivedly explain that he is a consultant of S.H.I.E.L.D., to be honest, this statement is really convincing.

The jeweler looked indifferent, and the president guessed that the other party probably had a meter installed in his head, and he was probably calculating his mental damage one by one.

You know, the essence of human beings is very gossip—especially the topic king in the eyes of everyone in the United States, the gossip of the humanoid self-propelled traffic bag, the melon field and the superhero.The President of the United States watched with folded arms while Alphonse was helpless with the computer in the central control room. A towel was randomly stuffed into the captain's mouth, and the machine, the gun, and the gun were pointed silently.

After he couldn't find a suitable USB flash drive to copy the data for a long time, and couldn't crack the other party's firewall, Alphonse gave up completely, thinking about coercing a researcher to come to help.

The ship has sailed far away, and the land can no longer be seen from the porthole. At this distance, if you want to use a stable space to jump, Weissandi's magic is almost the best choice.So under the president's indescribable gaze, he saw this delicate young man leaning on the wall with both hands, step by step...doing rehabilitation training.

Thank you for your persistence.

He took two steps and took a breath, and soon, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"So...you know Stark very well?"

The President of the United States was watching and making friends. After all, his life is now bound to the other party: "According to the people on this ship, you have a good relationship."

Probably still familiar?

Alphonse seldom considers the relationship with other humans. It seems a little wrong to say that they are money transactions without affection, but he is a little hard to define if he is "very familiar". After all, whether it is Pei Pere or Harpy or even other people in the Avengers are people in the same world, and alchemy itself should not have an excessive proportion.

But...he really wanted to spend more time with Stark.Although the rumors of this group of people seem absurd, Stark would have his own way to refute the rumors, or maybe he just got used to them.

So, after thinking for a while, the jeweler nodded firmly: "Well, Stark is a good man."

is a good man.

Good people.

people.

The President of the United States raised his eyebrows and looked behind Alphonse.

——The iron battle suit that fell from the sky happened to hear this last sentence, and almost staggered and couldn't stand still.

The author has something to say: drop, good card.

THE PRESIDENT: Wow.

Tony:? ? ?