Marvel's Random Call

Chapter 6 Hello, my name is Phil Coulson.

The gunshots on the street woke Ye Yi up. Ye Yi rubbed his eyes and yawned.

Stretching, Ye Yi walked to the window, the lights outside were already brightly lit, a few stars were twinkling in the sky, and the moonlight could not be seen. Looking down, a group of robbers were robbing a middle-aged white man. There's a psycho in the phone booth changing clothes.

Ye Yi narrowed his eyes: "This is Deadpool, isn't this definitely Deadpool? He really is a pervert."

The pervert in the phone booth suddenly raised his head, glanced in Ye Yi's direction, and then continued to change clothes.

"Go back to sleep. After lying on the sofa for so long, my waist hurts like hell." Ye Yi yawned and turned back to the room, threw his body on the double bed, twisted back and forth, and rolled the cup around body, like a silkworm baby.

"Ah, it's comfortable, it's comfortable." Ye Yi moaned and twisted, wondering what he was doing. At this time, the press conference held by Tony Stark after his return was replayed on the TV outside. .

"From this moment on, I will close the Stark Enterprises weapons manufacturing plant until one day, I can determine the future of the company and find the development direction that I am most satisfied with, which can bring the greatest benefits to the United States and the world.... "

Obadiah Stan, the veteran of Stark Enterprises with Tony's father, has been helping the wayward Stark wipe his ass after Howard's death, a kind uncle who has always been kind, and continues to help Tony wipe his ass.

"The most important thing now is that Tony is back. He is healthy. We will provide further information before and after..." Obadiah Stein was dealing with excited reporters after sending Tony away.

"Well, the next thing is uncle and nephew going against each other, right?" Ye Yi was still twisting his body, turned on the TV in the bedroom, and watched the replay on it.

"Do you want to do something else?" Ye Yi, who still didn't forget to twist while thinking, accidentally fell onto the bed...

"Well, it's still early, let's talk about it later." Ye Yi, who fell down, straightened up like a carp, returned to the bed, and continued to twist...

Back to Tony.

After leaving the venue, Tony came to the Ark Reactor, thinker.Obadia also found Tony here after the press conference.

Looking at Tony, Obadiah took a deep puff of his cigar, put his hands on his hips, a little helpless: "Look at the good things you did."

Tony also knows how much pressure his actions have brought to Obadiah, and he is embarrassed to look at him: "Are you turning myself into a target?"

Frowning, Obadiah came over: "Are you a target? I think it's me. How much do you think the stock price will drop tomorrow?"

Tony lowered his head and untied his tie: "Optimistic estimate... 40.00%?"

"At least!"

"That's right."

Obadiah, who is now beside Tony, said to Tony in a deep and deep voice: "Tony, we are a weapon manufacturer."

"Obadiah, I just don't want too many people dead."

"Our business is hardware, which is to make weapons."

After some debate, Obadiah relented.

"Let me see, Tony."

While talking poorly, Tony unbuttoned his jacket from the neckline, revealing the small reactor on his chest.

Obadiah saw the reaction furnace emitting white light on Tony's chest, and buttoned up Tony's buttons, with a look of surprise mixed with relief on his face.

Obadia put his arms around Tony: "We cooperate, there is nothing we can't do in the world, just like your father and me before, stop doing things that put the cart before the horse, you have to leave everything to me, promise Me, keep a low profile, okay?"

The two uncles and nephews who had finished their conversation walked away side by side.

Turning back to Ye Yi, the exorcism shop that has been closed since Afghanistan finally had a customer today.

"Is there anyone? Please help me!"

The knock on the door woke up Ye Yi who was still lying in bed, Ye Yi raised his head, and shouted weakly: "No one!" He turned his head and was about to fall asleep again.

The knock on the door was still ringing, getting more and more urgent, and the voice outside the door became more and more frightening: "I know you are at home, amazing Chinese, please help me!"

Ye Yi reluctantly twisted a few times, but the knocking on the door didn't stop, Ye Yi had no choice but to get up.

Ye Yi opened the door, and there was a 30-40-year-old Asian woman outside the door, with a delicate face full of horror, and a bald middle-aged man with a very friendly smile on her face, stretching out her hand to the woman. Looking at Ye Yi, he said with a smile.

"Hi, my name is Phil Coulson..."

(End of this chapter)