Chapter 116 Close Partner
The plastic ghost doll appeared outside Zhang Yuning's room holding a tablet computer. Looking at Zhang Yuning who was packing simple luggage inside, she asked:
"I saw that comment, do you think that person is him?"
Zhang Yuning put several cosmetic bottles into her toiletry bag, zipped it up, and said without looking back:
"Then with the way the slut fights, who else could he be? In short, I have tried my best to help Ron Bentham. For this reason, perfect human beings will soon notice this hotel. Yes, I’m leaving here and returning to Pike Street in New York, you can figure out the rest by yourself.”
After saying that, Zhang Yuning took her purse and planned to leave.
Upton Dupont quickly raised his hand to stop him:
"Wait a minute, Zhang. I will find a way to confirm his identity. I also want to go to the city. You can take me with you."
Then, the plastic doll added: "But before you go, please wait for me."
Zhang Yuning stood there, watching in confusion as the plastic doll ran into the cleaning storage room on the floor, took out a saw, and went straight to the master bedroom.
There was a cruel evil smile on the round face of the plastic doll. Upton jumped on the bed with a saw and said:
"I think his silver-white metal arms are extraordinary. Just wait for a few minutes and I'll cut them off and take them away!"
As he spoke, Upton held the handle of the saw with his two small hands, and began to saw back and forth at the connection between the man's steel arm and the body of the man in the peaked cap. Blood plasma spattered along with fine pieces of meat foam.
Zhang Yuning looked at this ferocious plastic doll with blood splattered on its face, and thought to herself that this was the real spirit of the ghost doll.
The style is finally right.
Zhang Yuning is a reincarnation with supernatural abilities. He is not interested in things other than evil spirits, ghosts and supernatural knowledge. This dead reincarnation is obviously a guy with technological abilities, the kind who plays with cyber prosthetic modifications. Zhang Yuning is very interested in his There is little interest in these steel arms. Upton can take them if he wants them.
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The next day, the early morning sunlight poured into the spacious bedroom, shining on the solid wood floor and the messy clothes on the floor.
Fu Qinghai got up from the big bed refreshed. Next to the bed lay a woman covered with a thin quilt, exposing her light brown buttocks and thighs. Fu Qinghai ignored this woman who was already exhausted after being tortured by him all night. The woman walked into the bathroom and washed herself, then put on her clothes and went downstairs.
Under the park building, on the side of the road, there was already a black Cadillac Escalade waiting.
The passenger window was lowered, revealing the unsmiling face of Nathan Lemon. The man looked at Fu Qinghai and said:
"Mr. Quentin, Mr. Hammer invites you to the Long Island Villa for a chat."
Fu Qinghai nodded, opened the back door, and simply got into the back seat.
The Cadillac started, merged with two bulletproof cars of the same model on the road, and then merged into the traffic flow of New York and drove to the wealthy area of Long Island.
Fu Qinghai looked through the car window at the two bodyguard cars one behind the other and asked curiously:
"Is security going to be so tight now?"
Nathan Lemon in the passenger seat said calmly:
"New York City has been very uneasy recently. The news is full of gun battles, fighting and explosions."
After saying that, Nathan Lemon took a deep look at Fu Qinghai through the rearview mirror in the car and said meaningfully:
"Mr. Quentin must know better than us, doesn't he?"
Fu Qinghai smiled when he heard this, shrugged and said nothing.
Of course, Hammer Industries knew that Fu Qinghai was involved in the Battle of Manhattan.
Because the Petebilt heavy truck equipped with the Blue Shell Power Armor was provided to Fu Qinghai by Hammer Industries. Fu Qinghai also drove the truck into the New York police checkpoint. After the incident was over, it was Hammer Industries who found a way to solve the problem. Got the truck straightened out and restored.
Seeing that Fu Qinghai had no intention of paying attention to him, Nathan Lemon wisely said nothing more. Three black SUVs crossed the cross-sea bridge and arrived at Justin Hammer's mansion.
A few sunglasses and black suits were left outside the door. Fu Qinghai followed Nathan Lemon into the villa, passed directly through the large living room, and came to the backyard of the mansion.
Here is a huge Greek-style swimming pool. The ivory white marble slab is even more dazzling under the direct sunlight at noon. There are sculptures of seahorses, shells and Venus de Milo around it, surrounded by clear blue swimming pool water. The waves are gently undulating, and the green lawn is surrounded by servants busy at the smokeless grill and waiters walking around carrying cocktail trays.
In the entire hillside backyard with a wide view, there are many more servants and bodyguards than owners.
A fat black maid came to Fu Qinghai with a tray in both hands. In the tray was a set of swimming trunks, flip-flops and a white bath towel. The maid said respectfully:
"Mr. Quentin, please follow me to the dressing room."
Fu Qinghai put on loose beach pants in the locker room, flip-flops, and went to the swimming pool with his muscular upper body naked.
Under the umbrella, a skinny old man wearing sunglasses and a silk bathrobe sat up from the recliner and waved to this side. Nathan Lemon, who was wearing a suit, stayed where he was with his hands behind his back, while Fu Qinghai He walked over casually.
Fu Qinghai came to a lounge chair next to Justin Hammer, sat down carelessly, and then lay down on it.
Under the shadow of the parasol, Justin Hammer was lazily leaning on the lounge chair, wearing sunglasses on his aquiline nose. His meticulously groomed back could not hide the age spots and wrinkles on his face and neck.
Fu Qinghai rested his hands on his pillow and put his feet together. He also closed his eyes and meditated on the recliner and did not speak.
After a long time, Justin Hammer slowly said:
"You really puzzle me, Mr. Quentin."
"Oh, is it so."
Fu Qinghai lazily replied with a meaningless nonsense.
Justin Hammer looked forward and continued:
"Your abilities, your identity, your magical knowledge...even your name. Until now, I don't know what your real name is."
A waiter in a white suit and black tie happened to be walking by. Fu Qinghai snapped his fingers and ordered:
"A dry martini, three parts gin to one part vodka, half a part vermouth, shaken with ice, and a thin peeled lemon."
The waiter bowed: "Okay, sir."
Fu Qinghai added: "Remember, shake well, don't stir."
"OK."
After giving the instructions, Fu Qinghai turned around and said to Justin Hammer:
"Everyone has his own secret, right, Mr. Hammer? We just need to each take what we need and get what we want. As for the process and source, it's not that important, isn't it?"
Justin Hammer grinned, smiled, and said:
"If it were in the past, when I was young, I would very much agree with your rhetoric. It is a simple and crude logic, just like a transaction that goes straight to the point... But now, I am a little worried."
Fu Qinghai asked with puzzlement:
"What are you worried about, Mr. Hammer? I don't understand that a man who is one of the world's richest men and who lives in a single-family mansion in a wealthy area of Long Island has anything else in the world that he should worry about. Hammer Industries started from me. Isn’t that enough to satisfy you that this place has gotten something that it has not been able to get in the past hundred years? Could it be that you are now starting to worry about the refugees in Haiti not being able to get vaccinated, or the black people in the slums of Baltimore not being able to receive education? ?”
After asking, Fu Qinghai winked at Justin Hammer.
Justin Hammer laughed and said:
"Beyond your top killer physique, you are not cold-blooded, Mr. Quentin. On the contrary, you have a very funny and humorous side."
When would an evil capitalist like Justin Hammer, who was unwilling to do any hypocritical charity, care about Haitian refugees and slums? Fu Qinghai's words directly amused him.
Fu Qinghai is now 1.9 meters in normal human body shape, but the strong muscles on his body and the faintly exposed metal interface will not disappear with the Pym rays, so he has been evaluated by Justin Hammer as a "top killer body" .
At this time, the bartender wearing a vest placed a cocktail on the low table beside Fu Qinghai. Fu Qinghai took the glass, pushed aside the lemon peel roll hanging on the rim of the glass, and took a sip.
Justin Hammer raised his head and said to the bartender:
"Give me a drink too, the same as Mr. Quentin."
"Okay, Mr. Hammer."
Justin Hammer said slowly:
"What did you find in the abandoned military base that Nathan Lemon checked?"
Fu Qinghai put down his wine glass and said with a smile:
"It's not good for you to know, Mr. Hammer. Of course, if you are really curious, you can ask Nathan Lemon to send someone in to take a look."
Fu Qinghai's suggestion was purely to watch the fun and not take it too seriously.
Justin Hammer sighed and changed the question:
"You went to Manhattan that day and participated in that battle. Why?"
"Emmmm..." Fu Qinghai thought for a while and said:
"You can understand that I have a grudge against SHIELD. I went to cause trouble for Nick Fury that day. In fact, if you think about it this way, we are in the same camp. Mr. Hammer, you see, Director SHIELD Nick Fury single-handedly contributed to the establishment of the Avengers, and your old enemy Tony Stark is a member of the Avengers. After all, we are still teammates in the trenches."
Justin Hammer smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Even Justin Hammer and Iron Man can't deal with him, and now he adds the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D.? It's noisy.
Justin Hammer asked again:
"That white-armored dragon-slaying warrior who caused a stir on the Internet, is that you?"
"it's me."
Fu Qinghai admitted generously.
"You used Tony Stark's Ark reactor and plasma propulsion technology?"
"That's right."
Fu Qinghai nodded.
Justin Hammer received the confirmation and suddenly seemed a little excited. He sat up from the recliner and said seriously:
"Do you know what price I paid to get this Ark Reactor? In order to get Anton Vanke out of federal prison, I had to go to jail myself, but that guy just The Ark Reactor that can produce a low-power version cannot compete with Tony Stark's. The Ark Reactor means perfect clean energy, super output power, and everything about Stark Industries! You If you can provide me with the technology of the Ark Reactor..."
"That's right." Fu Qinghai raised his hand to interrupt Justin Hammer's words, calmed his excitement, and said seriously with the same seriousness:
"What you said is correct, Mr. Hammer, but have you considered one question?"
"I can provide the technology of the Ark Reactor to Hammer Industries, but what can Hammer Industries give me?"
Fu Qinghai’s sharp gaze stared into Justin Hammer’s eyes.
The formula of plastic steel and chalk given before has already made Hammer Industries a lot of money. Fu Qinghai no longer owes Justin Hammer anything. Fu Qinghai is not a philanthropist. I definitely don’t have to do it if you want it. The reason given.
Under Fu Qinghai's gaze, Justin Hammer fell silent.
After a while, he spoke hoarsely:
"what do you want?"
Fu Qinghai fell back on the couch and leaned back, closing his eyes slightly:
"What I want, Hammer Industries can't give me."
Justin Hammer was speechless.
At this time, water splashed in the swimming pool next to it, and a young girl floated out of the swimming pool. She closed her eyes, raised her hands to push back her dark golden hair, and wiped the water from her face. Step by step out of the swimming pool.
She has dark brown hair with blonde highlights. She is wearing a dark red bikini. Her breasts are plump and straight. Her waistcoat line is faintly visible when her waist is twisted. Her legs are straight, long, strong and strong. She has healthy wheat-colored skin. This is the most popular color among American girls.
The young girl picked up the towel handed over by the maid and wiped the water stains on her body. Her wet hair was stuck back, revealing her smooth forehead and deep eyebrows.
Fu Qinghai was wondering if this beautiful woman was the canary raised by Justin Hammer, but the girl walked over and her first words shocked Fu Qinghai:
"dad."
Justin Hammer's daughter?
Justin Hammer smiled and said:
"What is it, my dear Justine?"
The young girl said:
"Can I invite this Mr. Quentin to apply sunscreen for me?"
Justin Hammer laughed:
"This is a matter between you young people. As long as Mr. Quentin is willing, there is no need to ask me."
Justine turned her head, looked at Fu Qinghai with a pair of deep eyes, and asked:
"And Mr. Quentin?"
Fu Qinghai sat up with a smile and said:
"With all my pleasure, fair lady."
Fu Qinghai stood up and followed Justine to a soft cushion beside the swimming pool in the sun.
Justin Hammer looked at the backs of the two people, the smile on his face disappeared, and he pinched his eyebrows with a headache.
From the unexpected encounter in prison, to the gradual in-depth cooperation, and now Fu Qinghai's indifferent attitude towards Hammer Industries, Justin Hammer has already sensed it.
This cunning old guy is not a fool.
At first, Quentin Fu asked Hammer Industries to do something, and his attitude was quite modest and respectful. Later, he began to go his own way and let himself go. When Justin Hammer returned to New York and invited him to come to the mansion for a chat, he directly rejected Justin. ·Invitation from Hammer.
The reason turned out to be "I've been busy lately and have no time."
If Quentin Fu didn't rely on him at all, why would his attitude change like this?
It should be that from a certain point on, he was no longer afraid of Hammer Industries.
After guessing that the white-armored soldier in the Battle of Manhattan was him, Justin Hammer and Nathan Lemmon did not dare to offend Quentin casually.
With rich knowledge and powerful strength, this is really not one of those super villains that Justin Hammer can manipulate at will.
Although Hammer Industries' gains from Fu Qinghai have far exceeded their efforts, Justin Hammer is still unwilling to give in.
That's the Ark Reactor!
Justin Hammer has been fighting with Tony Stark his whole life, and defeating Tony Stark has become his long-cherished wish, and the Ark Reactor is an opportunity to bring Hammer Industries the closest to Stark Industries.
If you can't do it hard, you can only do it softly. That's why Justin Hammer invited Fu Qinghai directly to his home and to the swimming pool area in the backyard to do this as a more intimate partner. conversation.
Rather than as a superior or subordinate.
But now, what can Hammer Industries come up with to impress Mr. Quentin?
Headache.
Justin Hammer looked back at Nathan Lemon, and Nathan Lemon looked back at him.
Just last week, Justin Hammer's personal doctor suddenly brought a very bad news during a routine physical examination - Justin Hammer has terminal pancreatic cancer.
Except for his confidant Nathan Lemon, Justin Hammer did not even tell his daughter about this news.
This is what Justin Hammer is really worried about when he says he's worried.
In this endless battle with Iron Man, he has lost.
Lost to time.
Pancreatic cancer is one of the most insidious cancers. Justin Hammer himself is already a decrepit old man, while Tony Stark is just a playboy under forty years old.
God seems to have decided the winner for these two people.
But Justin Hammer is not willing to admit defeat.
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not far away.
The young girl lay on the soft cushion, resting her forehead on her hands, showing her beautiful figure in front of Fu Qinghai.
Fu Qinghai squatted on the ground, rubbed the golden sunscreen oil into his palms, and then covered Justine's graceful and delicate back with his palms.
If Fu Qinghai had to find a white girlfriend in his previous life, he would definitely choose an American girl.
Compared with yellow people, the body hair of white people is thicker and longer. It cannot be seen from a distance because the body hair of white people is light in color. Many of them are white and almost transparent. But if you get started, for example, your girlfriend sits on you Next to you, if you reach out for a hug, you will feel like you are hugging a stuffed toy.
(PS: The author’s real experience is with a German girl, but she is not his girlfriend.)
Compared with European girls, American girls are more fashionable and trendy. They not only like to sunbathe, but also like to have hair removed, all over their body.
This makes the skin of many American girls much more delicate than that of European girls.
Of course, this must be a rich American girl. The rich rely on medical beauty treatments, while the poor rely on natural beauty.
Fu Qinghai applied his hands evenly on the girl's waist and thighs. Justine's body felt really good. Fu Qinghai felt that she must have been trained. There were obvious signs of exercise. Her muscles were elastic and not soft. Miss Jiao Didi.
His father was not far away, so Fu Qinghai certainly couldn't do the beastly act of untying the bikini strings on the girl's back and waist and applying oil. Fu Qinghai ignored the plump and perky buttocks like a gentleman, and only After smearing sunscreen oil on Justine's back, waist and thighs, she stood up, took a hot towel from the maid's hand, and wiped off the remaining sunscreen oil on her hands.
The young girl turned over on the cushion, raised her hands to block the dazzling sunlight, and said:
"Thank you, Mr. Quentin."
"You're welcome."
Fu Qinghai said.
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Justin Hammer kept Fu Qinghai and had dinner together in a villa and mansion, a traditional Monaco seafood-style meal, paired with good white wine, Chateau Imo Riesling.
The two raised glasses and chatted happily over wine, talking about everything from depleted uranium armor-piercing bombs to porcini mushrooms in Yunnan, China, from housing prices in New York to how many wives Tony Stark's father had married.
Just don’t talk about the Ark reactor.
As night fell, the lights in the mansion began to turn on. A drunken Justin Hammer was helped upstairs by a servant, while Fu Qinghai walked out of the mansion smelling of alcohol.
On the asphalt roadside outside the lawn, a black Cadillac bulletproof SUV had been waiting for a long time. Two men in black suits and sunglasses stood beside the car, ready to take Fu Qinghai back to his apartment.
Suddenly, there was a roar of an engine, followed by a screeching sound of tires scraping against the ground.
"squeak--"
A cool-looking supercar made a short drift and stopped in front of Fu Qinghai.
A pure white Pagani Zonda.
The car window was lowered, revealing Justine Hammer's delicate and pretty face. The woman wore light makeup, thin black eyeliner, curled eyelashes, and two large golden earrings hanging from her earlobes. A simple dark red evening dress.
The young girl glanced at Fu Qinghai lightly and said:
"Want to go for a drive, Mr. Quentin?"
Fu Qinghai smiled and said:
"With pleasure, Miss Hammer."
After saying that, he opened the passenger door and lowered himself into the low seat of Pagani Zonda.
Justine Hammer held the steering wheel and stepped on the tip of her high-heeled shoes. Amidst a burst of air waves and the roar of the engine, Pagani drove away and disappeared into the night in the wealthy area of Long Island.
Two men in black suits and sunglasses were left looking at each other.
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