After the meeting, countless protests descended on Stark Industries.
Countless insurance companies also approached Stark.
Various official organizations have also made requests for notes to Tony.
If it is not handled well, even with Stark's size, he will probably be torn into pieces by the angry crowd.
There are even different voices within Stark. For example, Obadiah, the top CEO of Stark Industries, almost lost his mask and wanted to send Tony to Mephisto years in advance. world.
"Don't tell me how he can't calm down after waiting for so many years. He was also there that day and almost made the first move.
"Don't worry, Stany, I can handle it." Facing Obadiah who was suppressing the distortion of his facial muscles, Tony looked confident.
This made Obadiah gradually feel relieved.
Although he was full of malice towards Tony and wanted to replace him, he always admitted that Tony's talents were beyond his comparison.
"What can you do?" he asked.
"Pepa has already done it, and we will see the results soon." Tony replied.
"Soon? I don't think the angry crowd outside will be easyeh?" Obadiah said, pushing open the window and letting in the protests like landslides and tsunamis outside. If they hadn't just experienced a more terrifying sound wave, this protest would have driven these two people under the table, but it didn't matter now. Small scene.
¡°Moreover, before Obadiah could finish speaking, the protests outside suddenly weakened.
what happened?
Obadiah couldn¡¯t help but look over.
A new ad?
He saw Pepa directing workers to put up huge new advertisements on the Stark Industries building, replacing the two underage singers he didn't even want to think about.
But will a new ad stop those angry crowds?
? What¡¯s on the advertisement?
Obadiah thought hard.
"Stanny, why don't we go down and have a look?" Tony said with a smile.
He is very proud, no matter from every aspect.
Whether it¡¯s sharing or passing the blame, he does a great job, doesn¡¯t he?
¡¡
"" Coulson on the hospital bed looked at the new advertisement on Stark Tower on the TV news and silently covered his face.
"Is there really nothing we can do about him?" Natasha, who had escaped from the disaster because of a business trip, looked at the TV screen and couldn't help but shrug.
"Preparation! Great girls! Acura! The rhythm that transcends the times! Fans, our girl group is planning a new concert, but this time, our dirty Stark Industries and the pure girls have differences. Girls I hope to travel to all corners of the world and give my singing voice to everyone. But our dirty Stark Industries, for the sake of miserable profits, tries to stop girls and let their singing voices only exist for singing During the meeting. For this reason, we Stark Industries are in a stalemate with the girl group of the Spring Festival. In the end, we made a decision. Fans, the choice will be left to you. Cast your precious vote for the sake of the singing voice of pure girls. , how many people will hear it?" She read out the unusually long slogan on the advertisement.
"It seems that in order to seal that terrible song, we must give Stark Industries the broadest support." Natasha smiled.
"That's it. In order to seal that terrible singing, governments of various countries have agreed to send the most resolute elite troops to serve as fans at the concert." A voice came.
¡°Director!¡± The person lying on the hospital bed and the visitor shouted in unison when they saw the person coming. None other than Nick Fury.
"The fans must be old and young, can we be in the army?"
"The Pentagon officials and their relatives will take care of it," Nick Fury said with a shrug.
"Oh, that was really hard on them. They finally did something humane." Natasha said.
"That's not true, Agent Romanoff," Nick Fury said.
"If you didn't attend the concert, you wouldn't know that although the terrible singing sent everyone to the hospital, it didn't have a negative effect. Well, to be more precise, although the singing had a negative effect, at that time At the concert, something will?The negative turned into a positive. "
"Jack Byrne, 64 years old, is a gardener. He often quarrels with his son-in-law Greg Falk, but he likes his grandson Little Falk very much. This time he took his grandson out to a concert and he was the first one to fall down during the singing."
¡°Director, let¡¯s be honest, what benefits did he get?¡± Hawkeye Barton suddenly spoke on the hospital bed.
Patton actually dared to interrupt me. Did your brain get hurt? Nick Fury glanced at Hawkeye Barton covertly, but said nothing.
Even if you wear small shoes, you have to wait until your generals are better and make mistakes.
¡°He used to have three highs, but now they¡¯re all gone.¡± Nick Fury said.
"Wow, no wonder, among the gentlemen at the Pentagon, there are too many people with high status." Natasha said.
"Director, what can we do?" Coulson asked.
Although he was knocked down on the hospital bed, he knew that his director would not come to visit his subordinates unless he had nothing to do.
"Similar things have happened to many people, including you. Colson, the dead hair follicles on your scalp have been repaired."
"Oh, that's great. If possible, I must thank the philanthropist who gave me a new life." Colson couldn't help but said.
"Don't interrupt."
"Ah, yes!"
"And Barton, the physical examination showed that he didn't get anything."
""
What is this, discrimination?
"Is it because Barton is too healthy?" Natasha said.
"Yes. We also surveyed many people at the venue and found that the stronger the person, the less benefit they would get." Nick Fury said.
"So it seems good to be someone who helps the weak," Natasha said.
"It's possible that the opponent's ability is limited to this." Nick Fury said.
"So do we have a new goal?" Coulson asked.
"Not sure. But there is some scope. You happened to have attended that concert, so you can go in and investigate as a patient." Nick Fury said.
"Director, we are patients" Colson sighed.
"If you're not a patient, I don't need you!" Nick Fury said.
"I just learned a saying recently, the strong wind knows the strength of the grass, and the long distance knows the horsepower. Coulson, Patton, now is the time for you to show yourselves!"
""
¡¡
Another corner.
"By the way, why don't we go to Stark Industries to protest?" A strange-looking thing was lying on the hospital bed.
"Going to protest like humans? I can't afford to lose that person" The other one did the same.
"But can we just let it go?" They are monsters, but they are talking about things that are no different from humans.
"I don't know, let's wait for the result of the discussion between the general manager and them." And it's not like humans have basically discussed it and come up with the result.
"But when will it take?" Of course, this may also be because they are not important people.
"Who knows, maybe we can wait forever without any results. Even if the general wants to step forward, the shrine maidens over there won't do it!" But the topic that quickly went off the rails also reflected the differences between humans and monsters.
"Miko, isn't there a boy over there? He's the young master's classmate, right?"
"Ha, what about men? The only ones who would help other creatures regardless of themselves in that terrifying song are witches, right? Onmyoji and priests are not so kind. This is probably the first time a man has appeared in history. Miko."
The monster will jump on anyone regardless of the difference in strength.
They will always be like this, no matter how strong the wind is, their death-defying grass will still stand. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com