Roaming the universe, all thanks to your many dark skills!

"Sorry, I don't seem to know you." Rosen said.

"My name is Phil Coulson, and I'm an agent of the Strategic Homeland Defense, Attack and Logistics Agency." Phil Coulson extended his hand to Rosen in a familiar manner.

"Your names are really long." Rosen complained casually and shook hands with him.

"A lot of people say that," Phil Coulson said with a smile, "Maybe we'll change our name someday."

"Then do it as soon as possible, otherwise it will be too much trouble." Rosen looked at him and said, "You took the initiative to come here, you didn't just want to talk to me about this, right? And you haven't told me how you know me."

"I know you because you used to be Captain America's comrade-in-arms." When Phil Coulson mentioned Captain America, his eyes couldn't help but light up.

"You're not a fan of Steve, are you?" Rosen asked knowingly.

"I am," Coulson admitted frankly.

"Give him a whiskey," Rosen said to the bar.

"Sorry, I'm on a mission and can't drink..." Coulson said.

"Even for Steve?" Rosen looked at him and said with a smile, "Meeting is fate. We have to drink tonight."

At this moment, Rosen's innate skill from Lao Wang: Drink a Little Tonight was directly triggered.

Coulson, who was originally wary of Rosen, suddenly became fond of him and felt that this guy was worthy of being approached.

So naturally he gave up his principles.

"OK then."

"This is a toast to Steve." Rosen said as soon as Coulson got the wine.

"To the Captain."

“This is for Bucky.”

“To Bucky.”

"This is a toast to the comrades who died in a just cause."

"Dry."

……

After a while, Phil Coulson got drunk.

And Rosen had a huge amount of temporary talent from what he drank tonight, so nothing happened to him.

"Two vodka martinis, no water, lots of olives, quick."

At this moment, Tony's voice came from the side.

"Hey, Tony." Rosen called out to him.

"Rosen, why are you here?" Tony was stunned, his face full of surprise.

"Nonsense, even though this charity gala is named after you, it's funded by Stark Industries. My family happens to be one of the shareholders, so there's nothing strange about receiving an invitation." Rosen said unhappily.

"I know, but..." Tony was not angry after being criticized by Rosen. He said, "What I mean is, shouldn't you and your family be watching the Olympics in China?"

"It's over. Have you been cut off from the outside world?"

Rosen saw the female reporter named Christine Evanhart walking towards Tony and said immediately, "Someone is looking for you. I won't bother you for now. Come to me later when you are free. I have something very important that I need you to do."

"How important?" Tony asked curiously.

"You'll know later." Rosen said and turned away.

He didn't want to listen to this female reporter nagging and condemning Tony Stark.

After all, this is not Tony's fault.

Of course, he also has to take some responsibility, after all, he trusted Obadiah Stane too much.

Tony obviously thought that the smuggling of weapons to Afghanistan must be related to him, so he went to him and asked him face to face whether he knew about the photos.

"What happened in Comilla?" Tony asked.

"Tony." Obadiah Stani pulled him aside and said, "You can't be so naive."

"I was naive." Tony looked at him and said, "They said, 'This is the line we cannot cross, this is how we do business.' I ask you now, are we secretly double-dealing?"

Obadiah Stani looked at Tony in silence, and finally broke the deadlock by taking a photo together.

But when the two of them got closer, facing the flashes of light, he smiled and said, "Tony, who do you think excluded you? I filed a restraining order against you."

Not only was Tony's facial expression frozen, his body was also frozen.

Obviously he didn't expect that Obadiah, whom he always regarded as his closest person, would stab him in the back.

"Now your so-called restraining order is lifted." At this time, a voice came into Obadiah's ears.

"Who said that?" Obadiah's face darkened and he said in a cold voice.

Rosen walked over and stood in front of the two of them, with his back to the flashing lights behind him, and said, "I said so."

"Who are you?" Obadiah frowned.

"My name is Rosen, and it just so happens that the third largest shareholder of Stark Industries is my wife."

Rosen smiled and said, "From now on, your so-called restraining order no longer exists. Stark Industries is still under the control of Tony or his designated agent, and you can go wherever you want."

"Hmph. Let's wait and see." Obadiah obviously didn't want to expose this matter in public. He said with a smile and gritted teeth, then turned around and hurried away with his men.

"Thank you, Rosen." said Tony Stark.

"Don't thank me, this is just what my wife said." Rosen looked at him and said, "If you don't plan to dance with Potts anymore, then do something serious."

"what's up?"

"I brought Dr. Ethan from Comilla to New York. He is now in my home." Rosen looked at him and said, "It's just that he doesn't have any legal skills at the moment, so I need you to solve this problem."

"Dr. Ethan is here?!" Tony's frustrated face showed a hint of joy, and then he suddenly asked, "You just mentioned the town of Comilla, have you been there?"

"Nonsense." Rosen said, "If I don't go, how can I rescue him?"

"When did you go?" Tony handed the photos to Rosen and asked, "Are these real?"

"I can't guarantee whether it's true or not." Rosen shook his head and said, "But when I went there, the people in Comilla were not living very well."

"Then why don't you..."

"Why don't you try to find a way to evacuate your troops?" Rosen asked instead of answering.

Tony was speechless.

After a long silence, he said, "I'll find a way."

"That would be best." Rosen patted his shoulder and said, "Call me when you need my help."

After saying that, he left.

After leaving the charity gala, Tony Stark returned to Malibu and watched the reports on TV. He became more and more unhappy.

It happened that the Mark II had been debugged at this time, so he thought of going to Comilla to take a look.

As Tony soared into the air and flew towards the distant A-F-Khan, he suddenly remembered what Rosen had said before, so he said, "Jarvis, help me call Rosen."

After a moment, Rosen's voice rang out: "Hello, what's up?"

"I'm on my way to Comilla. If you can catch up, come."

After saying that, he hung up Rosen's phone.

He believed that even if Rosen took a private plane right now, he would not be able to reach Comilla.

So I'm sure to win this round.