Meiman: I became Tony's younger brother

The three behind glanced at each other, and covered their heads with their paws,

Spicy eyes!

At this time, no matter how slow Tony was in aesthetics, he knew that he was in a big embarrassment. He roared to the sky and let out an unwilling roar:

"Happy!!!"

"Coming, coming, boss!"

Happy, who will never lose weight, rushed out from nowhere with a bathrobe in his hand, and quickly put it on for his boss,

She also tied it up very considerately for him, trying to cover his "red and black skin" as much as possible.

Tony said nothing, pressed his collar with both hands, and walked silently to meet his fitness instructor.

The back stretches very long on the ground,

very long!

Life is like waves, ups and downs.

The hatch opened, and Hawkeye made a shocking appearance, with a sleeveless vest and big trousers, and his arms were full of muscle.

Tony: The wind is very noisy today——

Just when he was hesitating whether to ask the priest to check his fortune, Pepper, a kind and considerate person, descended from the sky on colorful auspicious clouds and rescued him from the abyss.

A deep kiss.

"Elbow, come into the house with me."

Eagle Eye: (??w?`)?

Happy: (??w?`)?

Lark: (??w?`)?

Hello!Where's the fitness trainer you promised, why are you leaving?Hawkeye opened his mouth wide, his hands in the air with no place to rest.

"Don't look, he won't be able to come out for a while." Lak walked over and interrupted his unreasonable association:

"It's you, aren't you supervising work at Stark? Why are you here?"

With all the "combat students" gone, it stands to reason that the most suitable place for Hawkeye is the Stark Security Department.

However, the idea of ​​letting local agents into one's own security team is not reliable at all.

In the end, everyone unanimously decided, mainly because Harpy strongly recommended it, and then Hawkeye liked to mention the job of supervisor.

A few months later, he was now accustomed to his current identity. He calmly called out "Boss" and moved out of the way, revealing the cabin full of fitness equipment.

The corners of Lak's mouth twitched, the man's damned determination to win, he couldn't even wait for a day.

"It's okay to come. Natasha just arrived this morning and is on a mission. Are you interested in playing?"

Happiness comes too fast, like a tornado.

Hawkeye was still sighing for a second that he had to make soy sauce again, but he didn't expect the pie to fall from the sky in the next second.

"Yes! To! To!"

He rushed to agree. God knows, he had been so idle these past few months that his body was almost rusty. Finally,

I,

eagle eye,

Clint Barton,

Back out of the arena.

"Happy, take him to get the equipment."

Happy looked at Hawkeye's muscles getting bigger and stronger, and remembered the fear of being dominated by him before, swallowed quietly, and said:

"Okay, boss."

Entering the command room, whether it was the large screen on the wall, the intelligence agents walking back and forth, or the crackling keyboard, everything made Hawkeye feel so familiar.

Got home.

After many months, many intelligence officers saw him again and couldn't help but say hello.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"Long time no see." Hawkeye greeted each other in return, the smile on his face looking extremely friendly.

After exchanging warm greetings with Hill for a while, Hawkeye put on his equipment and was led by a man in a black suit to join Natasha.

Because he didn't know in advance that he would come, Lark naturally didn't prepare a bow and arrow; but as long as he could shoot, it was the same for Hawkeye.

He is Hawkeye, not Hawkbow.

Luck stood there for a while before he remembered that he seemed to have something to do with Tony when he came out?

Forget it, ask Jarvis too... Lark returned to the command room.

"Jarvis, have you found out who sent the message to them (the four racing babies)?"

After a while, a coordinate with a flashing red dot appeared on the phone: "Boss, the other party is very cautious, and the messages sent are all encrypted. I tracked all the way and finally locked in this address."

Lak zoomed in on the map, and immediately his eyes froze: Monte Carlo port.

"Commander Hill, which port is the place where Asel said Wilson often went to vent his anger?"

"Port of Monte Carlo."

Lak handed over the phone, narrowing his eyes slightly: "It seems that we will know the true identity of our friend soon."

……

The weather in Monaco is changeable, the sky is still clear at noon, and the sun is like fire.

As the sun set, a strong wind suddenly blew up between the sky and the earth, a few dark clouds floated over, and the raindrops hit the ground with crackling sounds.

In a corner of the dark, dilapidated port, several containers formed a circle on the ground. Even the rain curtain could not block the neon light above them, and the faint sound of melancholy could be heard.

A cargo ship was parked a few hundred meters away. The paint was peeling and the name on it was hard to read. A few guys dressed as gangsters huddled under the iron sheet and kept looking in a certain direction.

After a while, two snow-white lights pierced the darkness, and a van drove over and parked at the pier.

"The goods are here."

The gangster was shocked, threw away his cigarettes, and split into two groups. Two of them returned to the control room, while the others opened their umbrellas and faced the heavy rain, with bulging bags on their waists.

The passenger door opened, and a burly bald man got down cursing, and walked towards the rear of the car with a few gangsters:

"This damn weather, it's raining now, Shet!"

He reluctantly opened the carriage, pressed the switch, the lights came on, and there were five large wooden boxes lying side by side inside.

With a stern face, he ordered solemnly: "My actions should be quicker, the boss said that this batch of goods must be sent out before dawn."

"know."

"clear."

A few gangsters threw away their umbrellas and jumped into the carriage, tested the weight, pulled a piece of rain cloth over it, and lifted the wooden box out in groups of two.

When I got out of the car, my feet hit the ground and I stumbled. The box turned over and a black cup wrapped in yellow silk fell out.

The two gangsters were so frightened that their ghosts froze. Before the bald man saw it, they immediately picked up the things, put them back, and covered them with a rain cloth.

Back and forth twice, and soon there was only the last wooden box left.

At this time, there was light again in the dark night, and a black Audi drove in and parked next to the truck.

Through the lights inside the car, one can recognize the transport man who was in the hotel that night.

The bald man immediately threw away the cigarette, trotted over, propped his umbrella on the roof of the car, his back was soon wet, he said flatteringly:

"Boss, why are you here?"

Secretly, the company often does some illegal business, in order to avoid being caught on the spot; the boss, also known as the transportation man, usually does not come to the scene in person, and leaves it to the people below to handle it. He only needs to ensure that the goods and payments are correct.

The transport man tore off his collar irritably, staring at the loading boy, his right eyelid kept twitching:

"I always feel that something is not right. You tell them to hurry up and don't stop after they are installed. Send them away immediately."

"Understood, I'll do it right now."

After giving the instructions, the transport man still felt uncomfortable. The space inside the car was so small and stuffy that it was almost suffocating. He waved his hand to drive the bald man away, and immediately ordered the driver:

"Drive to the nightclub."

The driver replied: "Okay, boss."

The car started, made seven turns and eight turns at the pier, and finally drove into the neon area.

Several containers are arranged in a circle, and adjacent parts are opened up, modified, reinforced, and painted with building materials.

There are huge floor-to-ceiling glass on all sides in the middle, warm lighting, exquisite decoration, and a tall woman walking back and forth with a wine glass.

Revealed in two words: elegance.

Seeing the transportation man, several women's eyes lit up, and they immediately surrounded him, acting coquettishly and seductively, and all came into battle.