[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

As a well-connected entrepreneur, Howard Stark's funeral was well attended.

Lindell put himself in a black coat, put a hand on Tony's shoulder, and the two of them stood at the front of everyone.There were many people in the back row making eye contact or whispering to each other, trying to figure out what kind of relationship this blond long-haired man had with Howard, but at least everyone kept the same silence on the surface.

"If it's just a car accident, Lindell, can you save them?"

Tony suddenly lowered his voice and asked, with complex emotions mixed in his voice.

"Feel sorry."

The goblin with long blond hair stood straight behind him, the two of them are almost the same height now, and the eyebrows between the two of them also look like youths.Time allowed him to catch up from a four or five-year-old child, and finally reached the level of this person, but it seemed that he had never understood this creature other than human beings, including the moment he was standing at the funeral.

Complicated emotions swirled around, and it was obvious that the body made of true ether would not suffer from any disease, but Lindell suddenly felt nauseated.

"I should have come back from Egypt earlier."

He replied without showing the slightest strangeness.

At this funeral, which was full of emotions, almost no one present sincerely mourned for Howard Stark.The emotions of human beings are complex and treacherous. Even a goblin with the talent to perceive emotions cannot detect what it means in such a silent ocean wave.

—For example, in front of them, Stanislav was wiping the corners of his eyes with a white handkerchief.

"I will work hard for Mr. Howard."

His tone and attitude were extremely painful, and his expression seemed just right: "Stark Industries, I absolutely cannot let this enterprise collapse because of Mr. Howard's death."

"You don't really need to swear before me, Mr. Stanny."

Lindell's expression remained unchanged: "You should know that I only care about my own oath."

The other party showed a look of "Why did you say such things at the funeral".

"We all know, Mr. Lindell, you are the security guard hired by Howard. During these years, you and..."

He glanced at Tony: "—and have a very close relationship with Mr. Anthony Jr., and more importantly, Mr. Howard seems to have left you a rather generous share."

Having said that, his negative emotions have made Lindell frown slightly.

"You really shouldn't live up to Mr. Howard's trust like this... Lindell Stark, I think you should know what the surname given by Mr. Howard means. It was just a car accident. If you were at the scene, I think There will never be such an accident.”

"Enough is one of the arts of language, Mr. Steiner."

Jarvis stood among the crowd, and said calmly: "I have known Lindell for more than 40 years, and I don't want him to clean up some people who can't speak at the funeral, just like Lindell solved those who can't speak in Tokyo. A mutant mafia who knows the time. Party like that."

He was also old, and the old butler from England held a cane in one hand, but he didn't show the slightest weakness.

Oh...and him.

Stanley showed a kind and decent smile, and stretched out his hand in the direction of Lindell and Tony, posing for an active handshake: "Of course, I will definitely support you as I have always done in the past."

He stared into those green eyes.

Lindell did not reach out, and it was Howard's 21-year-old son who had been silent before holding Stanis hand.

"Lindell has always kept out of business matters."

"I'll do the work," he said.

At the age of juvenile and youth, he is a genius that makes it difficult for everyone to ignore.Lindell couldn't help turning his head to look, as if the growth of human beings happened in an instant.

In the days that followed, Anthony Edward Stark, Howard's only son, deservedly survived several assassinations.Power leads to all kinds of bloodshed, and he's prepared for that.

During that time, Lindell had been opening cognitive interference, and almost no human being could see his position clearly with the naked eye, but even if a sniper aimed through a scope and a thermal imager, the other party's reaction was nothing short of incredible. picky.

The young man who was dozing off in the office chair suddenly opened his eyes. He first pinched the bullet flying from a distance with his bare hands, and then he swept across the distance between two buildings in the strong wind almost in an instant. Appeared in front of the sniper with the gun.

Those were a pair of inorganic, golden eyes.

It took Lindell two seconds from breaking off the barrel of the sniper rifle, slashing the opponent's throat, and returning to the office, just in time for the magic barrier to block the bullets from the assault rifle.Several killers were pressed to the ground due to eight times the gravity, and Lindell even lifted his fingers with ease, his chest was flat, and he didn't even have the kind of panting after strenuous exercise that ordinary people should have.

"A pilot friend of mine said that human beings will experience black vision under the acceleration of eight g, and if the gravity is increased to ten g, they will die from internal organ rupture."

Lindell stretched out his hand, and his sharp nails drew a string of blood beads on the opponent's cheek.

The outer glass shattered by the bullets was scattered on the ground in pieces, and the cold wind was blowing from the empty windows.

"I don't think this is a comfortable way to die, and if the internal organs are bleeding, it will be troublesome to clean the ground."

He asked: "So who ordered you to come here? You know, ordinary humans can't kill me at all. You are just consumables called to test the limits of my abilities."

With a puff, it was the last beating of the heart. These people did not confess their superiors until their death.Lindell stood up with some regret: "I should really learn CIA's interrogation skills."

The young man typing on the keyboard in the office didn't even raise his head: "Next time, help me block the sound, the cold wind from the window explosion has affected me."

The magic power moved the shards of glass and put them together piece by piece into the original appearance of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. "Stitching broken glass into the original" is a skill that most magicians have come into contact with when they just started. Lindell seems to be familiar with this kind of technique, and he doesn't even need to think much.

"Well, next time I will make a constant temperature circle."

Lindell nodded: "Want to have lunch later?"

"The secretary will send it over."

Tony said, "I'll eat here. What about you?"

"I don't need to eat, you don't have to think about me."

Lindell thought for a while: "I'll use spirit seance to ask the souls of these people later."

This is a vow (vow), they are more tacit understanding.The boy did not become silent because of the car accident of his parents. On the contrary, he had already shown outstanding talent when he took over Stark Industries.The first thing Tony Stark did after he took office was to acquire that car company, and personally improved the design mistakes of the same model.

Sometimes, he would also think of the first time they met, the goblin youth who looked exactly the same as now sat at the dining table with his chin in his hands, looking bored.

"what are you doing?"

"I'm waiting."

"...Wait for what?"

"When will you die naturally?"

At that time, he would fly into a rage because of the other party's poor conversation skills, and then beat him unilaterally with engineering pliers, and seemed even more angry because all the attacks were taken lightly, and in the end, both of them would be killed by Javi Si persuaded to fight.

When he grew up a bit, he heard that in the barber shop, the clerks put shaving cream on the children and left them alone, saying "I'm waiting for your beard to grow" cold jokes, and the first reaction was I remembered this oath of "protecting him until his natural death".

The stock price of Stark Industries fell briefly, but soon showed an amazing momentum to spiral upward.

A few years later, Edwin Jarvis, at the insistence of Tony and Lindell, received a large pension of his own.The former means "he doesn't need to be taken care of like this now, and he can hire new employees", while Lindell's description sounds a little bit more acrimonious, what he said is...

"It's very troublesome to protect two people at the same time."

But obviously saying this, the blond goblin's eyes wandered back and forth on the other party's neck, heart, joints and lungs, scrutinizing all the functions of this body.Jarvis smiled calmly, and said, Mr. Lindell, why have you not learned the advantages of being here all these years, but you have been infected with such a candid way of talking.

In the same year, Stark Industries recruited a former boxing coach named Harpy Hogan, who worked part-time as a security guard, driver and a series of related jobs, and had a pretty good personal relationship with Tony himself.

"...But, who is this? So he is really your brother as reported in those lace news?"

When we first met, Hubby looked at Lindell like he had seen a ghost: "I didn't even see him walk in the door...how did you get in?"

"He's also a bodyguard, but he's not responsible for things like driving... We are not related by blood. It was my father's arrangement for him to stay here."

Tony said, directly ignoring the key question of how the other party appeared - he would not let the secret of Lindell's cognitive interference be exposed directly.

"Then let's do two tricks?"

Happy raised his chin. The pride of the boxing coach made it hard for him to imagine that his boss would hire such an amateur who hadn't even systematically trained his muscles. Just look at his standing posture, as if he hadn't slept for 24 hours...

"...It's not impossible."

Lindell said: "If you can click to the end."

"Ha, sure, I won't beat you too hard—"

Hubby said, standing on the boxing ring first, and began to take a small jump very skillfully: "Make sure to stop, I have been a coach."

"Oh--"

Lindell dragged out his tone: "That's good."

Boxing coach, it sounds like it should be more durable.

As soon as the two came into contact, Lindell directly grabbed Hubby's shoulders, and with an over-the-shoulder throw, he threw him out of the field like throwing a plush doll, and accurately dropped him into the card he bought himself. Sleeping on a beanbag.Hubby Hogan bounced on the lazy sofa with a dazed face, and then sat down on the ground again, clutching his painful tailbone and doubting his life.

"Fighting skills are still there... It shouldn't be a big problem to deal with ordinary humans. Mutants can last a few rounds."

Mr. Ceiling of Combat Power turned his wrist and nodded: "You are not bad among ordinary people."

"—Are you a mutant?"

"If that understanding makes you feel a little bit happier, that's fine."

Lindell said.

At the turn of the millennium, the activities of angels and demons intensified.

It is said that Aziraphale and Crowley, busy solving the big problem of Satan's son, became complicit because of the different positions of heaven and hell.At the same time, some extreme religious believers among human beings continued to breed troubles, which caused headaches for SHIELD and the X-Men under Charles.

"Sometimes it's just a few boring college students doing some useless séance ceremonies, and sometimes they can really make things happen..."

Coulson covered his face with a headache: "I recently warned several groups of students who were making trouble out of nothing. I really don't know what children are thinking now."

"Speaking of which, is this really the day when Christ returns, the dead are resurrected, and the living are led to heaven?"

Damm Dugan glanced at the perpetual calendar on his own desk: "There is still half a year left until Christmas this year."

"I'm not sure, I remember that this matter is the responsibility of Metatron, the Secretary of the Kingdom of Heaven?"

Lindell thought for a while: "Aziraphale's boss, I remember, should be Gabriel... But there are also guys in hell who are dedicated to causing trouble for them. If we follow the situation in the past so many years, they should still be separated because of the interference from both sides. Let nothing happen."

But if something really happened, Gu Yi should also think of a way, Lindell held a ballpoint pen in his hand and twirled skillfully at his fingertips: "SHIELD is not the world police, the mysterious side is left to the mysterious Just deal with it."

"...So you're not considered the mysterious side?"

Coulson couldn't help complaining: "Every time you report, we help you complete it."

"I should have been a company security guard for the last 100 years."

"The S.H.I.E.L.D. job is part-time," Lindell said.

Although it is extremely easy to say, there were several times when Lindell was temporarily called to help guard the New York Temple, and he could see the signs of Mordo's magic power exhaustion.In fact, as mages of Weishandi's lineage connected to high-dimensional existence, they didn't have to worry about problems such as lack of magic power. Now this situation is just a symptom of physical and mental exhaustion.

"He also said before that he must knock their heads off."

Daniel whispered to Lindell: "It looks fierce..."

He used the staff of the life court, which was made by God, like a Shaolin stick, which shows that the recent work pressure is great.Wang, who took advantage of the opportunity to take care of the library because Modu was in charge of the New York Temple, once complained several times in private, saying that this person is too serious, and the result of wanting to do everything by himself is that he will die of overwork one day.

In the same year, Lindell sent away two teammates from the original Roaring Commandos.Their old age was relatively stable, and they died lying on the hospital bed without any pain.Lindell sat far away on the window, opened the cognitive interference, and none of their family members noticed that there was suddenly an extra person here.The old comrade on the hospital bed opened his eyes slightly, and the cloudy eyes with mild cataracts focused on Lindell's direction, and said softly with dry vocal cords: "Are you coming to pick me up?"

"—are you coming to take me, Lindell?"

"Grandpa, what are you talking about?"

The little granddaughter blinked: "Who is Lindell?"

"He's an old friend of Grandpa's."

The old man on the hospital bed showed a happy smile, as if recalling some past story.The family loves this veteran who once fought in the anti-fascist war. His life was safe and smooth except for those years of war, and he came to the end without any illness. "I once fought with Captain America. ’ That made him popular with all the kids in the area, ‘He’s been sneaking up on me a few times over the years.’”

"Is he an angel?"

The little granddaughter's eyes widened, and her mother pushed her back because of this inappropriate sentence, but the grandfather lying on the bed was very happy to answer this question, showing the cunning that he had probably held back for most of his life: "No, he It's a goblin."

"Shh...the kind you can bring to Cinderella's glass slipper."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the window again: "I will make fun of you once in my life, don't mind."

The old man on the hospital bed closed his eyes, a bell that cannot be heard by human ears rang, and his soul embraced the sky.

A few years later, Pepper Potts took over as secretary, and a new leadership team was taking shape.Parallel to his uncanny business acumen, the genius inventor started drinking heavily, growing a beard, dating one magazine cover after another, all while maintaining a high-intensity job, though I'd hate to be told that , But—as long as anyone who knows Howard and Tony at the same time will feel that his current character is a copy of Howard.

While he was an arms dealer, he also took over Maria Stark's charitable foundation. Even though this is a profession that has been impeached and reviled by the whole world, in a sense he is still trying to fulfill the mission of not knowing who it came from. Looking forward to - donate money, set up the Stark Children's Special Foundation, set up environmental support funds, try not to shake the direction of the policy in a tendency to sell more weapons as much as possible.

According to his own words -

"Since there must be someone to do these things, it's better for me to do it than to leave it to those who are not qualified."

The sound of the flash and the shutter came like a tide. Lindell was standing in a corner in formal attire, pulling his tie with disgust on his face, quite disgusted with this restrained attire.The bearded businessman wearing sunglasses glanced at the corner and knew exactly what this guy was thinking. He kept the confident smile and pushed away the microphone in front of him: "Let's leave the rest of the time to the Stark Industries propaganda department. I guess they'll have some interesting answers for you."

On the headlines of the newspaper the next day, there was a figure walking hurriedly.

This level of incoordination was acceptable to Pepper, but it was another thing to shut himself up in a lab and live off alcohol and sweets.The female secretary with exquisite makeup pushed open the basement door with a lot of documents in her arms: "Mr. Stark?"

She glanced at the current situation in the warehouse, well, there are two Starks here now...

"Tony?? The contract with Boeing was agreed before, I remember you should sign it—"

The guy who was obviously hyperactive under the influence of alcohol turned a deaf ear to it, and the two display screens were stacked with announcements that ordinary people couldn't understand, so Pepper turned to look at another Stark, but he obviously didn't agree with him. The guy who has nothing in common with Tony: “Mr. Lindell, don’t you remind him of something?”

"He said it was brainstorming."

Lindell stood in the middle of a large pile of parts, and could only remain motionless in order not to mess up the wreckage of the storm: "What is on the ground now is the result of the storm."

Pepper: "..."

Sometimes she can't tell which of these two people is more naive, maybe men have almost the same virtue, but Lindell said a long time ago that he hates crowds and will never get involved in any company operations. , the shares were also handed over to Tony to take care of together, and therefore, in Pepper's eyes, he is a strange friend of the boss who does nothing most of the time but has an unbelievably strong physical fitness.

If it is true that this guy is the illegitimate son of Mr. Howard, as rumored, it can only be said that the other half's genes are too powerful.

"Lindell."

Tony raised his head from being drunk: "Can I trouble you to help clean up the excess alcohol in the room."

"How's this going to be cleaned up? Don't make it difficult for Mr. Lindell with your drunken talk—"

Pepper frowned, and the next moment she saw Lindell put two fingers on Tony's temples.At a speed visible to the naked eye, his face quickly recovered from the most drunk state, and in the end even the alcohol smell from his body disappeared.

"Okay, what did you say about the contract just now?"

Tony Stark asked with a normal expression: "I remember that I also invested in a scientific expedition team to the Arctic Ocean... When will they leave?"

"Oh, Jesus."

Pepper covered her mouth in shock.

The author has something to say: Volume [-], The Stranger

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Volume III, Soldier

Volume Four, The Innovator

Volume [-], Contractor (anter)

Volume [-], Pursuer

Book Seven, The Defender

Book VIII, Whisper