Marvel: Starting From the Dimensional Demon God

"Don't be stubborn anymore, this company is not yours alone!"

"Stark, do you want to see this company go out of business?"

"What a joke? Do you know how much we've suffered, Stark?!"

"..." They said more and more angrily and loudly, making the room buzzing.

Even the small shareholders who usually don't speak are also affected by the atmosphere of the scene, and they have criticized them one after another.

Pepper Pepper stood behind Tony, clenching his palms with a worried look on his face.

Obadiah Stani leaned comfortably on the seat, squinting, watching this scene proudly.

Hehe... Tony, even if you are the largest shareholder in the company, you must carefully weigh the price of offending all the shareholders present!

You won't agree to my proposal? Then I will force you to agree!

Tony, as the largest shareholder of Stark Industries, holds only 23% of the shares.

Obadiah Staney owns 11%, plus other shareholders who oppose him.

Even Tony, who has always been self-centered, has to admit that this time it did cause him a little trouble.

Hmm just a little bit.

Glancing at Obadiah sarcastically, Tony took out an Ark reactor of the same size as his chest from the box on the ground.

"Hehe... Friends, let's forget about those weapons that don't keep up with the trend of the times..."

He held the small Ark reactor with a confident face, with a strong aura, and looked at every shareholder on the scene sharply.

It wasn't until those people couldn't stand the pressure and looked away one after another, Tony's voice suddenly became louder.

"Look at this Ark reactor, the future belongs to the era of infinite energy!"

The circular Ark reactor lay quietly in Tony's palm, emitting a faint blue light. The eyes of those shareholders changed, and they gulped down a mouthful of saliva, and even their sense of smell seemed to smell the smell of horses...

Is that the Ark reactor? Wrong...that's unlimited dollars!

With a thud in his heart, Obadiah quickly turned around and found that the shareholders who were scolding just now actually closed their mouths and stared straight at the Ark reactor, their eyes glowing and thinking about the future.

Even if he winks again and again now, the shareholders who received the money look away one by one as if they didn't see it.

fuck!

Obadiah was trembling with anger, wishing to go up and kick them to death one by one.

What an idiot who fails to achieve success and fails more than meets the eye!

But no matter how angry he is, this forced palace drama aimed at Tony Stark has completely failed.

He could only helplessly watch Tony's victorious look on his face, and leisurely led his assistant Pepper out of the room with a big laugh.

The shareholders beside him looked at each other in dismay, gave him a mocking look, and without saying hello, got up in twos and threes and left.

Compared with the little money of Obadiah, Tony Stark's infinite energy is more fragrant!

With the door closed and the empty conference room, Obadiah slammed his fist on the table with red eyes.

boom-

His eyes were resentful, his face twisted, ignoring the **** fist of the person, and roared.

"Damn Tony Stark! Why can't you just follow my orders?!"

"As long as you're gone, this company is still mine. Without my order, no one can take it from me!"

"Stark! I won't allow it, absolutely won't allow it..."

Chapter 69 This photo. . . is it clean

S.H.I.E.L.D., Director's Office.

"I need you and Hawkeye to protect Tony Stark."

According to the latest information we have, the Ten Rings Gang has dispatched a powerful killer secretly to New York..."

Sitting behind the desk and raising his hand to hand Coulson a document, Nick Fury said with a gloomy face.

"Colson, find this killer as soon as possible!"

Looking at the ferocious-looking killer on the document, Coulson gave a wry smile.

"Director Fury, Mr. Stark's attitude towards our S.H.I.E.L.D. has not been very friendly."

This time, I am afraid that the other party will not easily accept our protection..."

He felt a headache when he thought of the previous experience and the dismissive look of the other party.

With his back to the light, Nick Fury's eyes flickered, and he threw a photo blankly.

"He will..."

Coulson looked at it intently for a while, and took the most professional attitude to study it carefully, but he couldn't see why.

"Director Furui, what happened to the orange cat in this photo?"

Silence, the atmosphere at the scene was a little awkward.

"..." Taking a peek, Furui silently stretched out his left hand to cover the photo, while the other hand was busy under the table for a long time.

Coulson only saw Director Furui's right hand shaking back and forth, and the table on top began to tremble. Finally, his body shuddered, he let out a long sigh of relief, and threw a photo on the table with an expression on his face afterwards. Pretending to be calm.

"He will..."

Colson: "…"

Did he repeat the previous line again?

And this photo...is it clean?

With a tangled face, Coulson hesitated for a long time, seeing that Director Furui was impatient, and then he stretched out his right hand to pinching the photo on the table.

Snapped…

"Why so ink?"

Grabbing Coulson's wrist with his right hand, Nick Fury shoved the photo into his hand and waved.

"Take the photo and go out quickly."

Staring at the place caught by the right hand, Coulson looked sluggish.

I'm not clean anymore?

…

Stark Industries Building, in the hallway.

"Tony, what are we going to do next? After this time, your uncle Obadiah Stani will never give up so easily!"

Carrying the box, Pepper Pepper looked worried and followed Tony step by step.

"Uncle? If you make false accounts, misappropriate company property privately, and smuggle weapons and sell them to terrorists, you can be considered a good uncle!"

With the powerful artificial intelligence of Jarvis, Tony didn't spend too much time investigating the bad things that Obadiah had done in the company over the years.

To this end, he wore the newly designed Mark-3 light power armor and went to the Middle East to rescue the hostages and deal with the problem of weapons smuggling.

On the way back, I even had friction with the military and accidentally damaged an F22 armed fighter jet...

tread.

Stopping, Tony silently looked at the sun in the sky through the window in the corridor.

The sun was not bright, like the afterglow of the setting sun, with a hint of twilight.

He sighed: "Hopefully, we won't go to the point where we meet in the end..."

…

It was dark, on a luxury cruise ship on the Hudson River.

Obadiah? Stanley in the room, secretly met with a killer.

The man had long hedgehog hair and shabby clothes. He was 2.5 meters tall and looked like a savage giant.

He sat on the single sofa and completely filled the space of the sofa, making him even more tall.

Waving away the surrounding waitresses, Obadiah opened a bottle of high-end red wine and poured a glass for the other party.

"Mr. Woking, how sure are you about dealing with Tony Stark?"

Looking at the red wine in the glass, Wo Jin picked it up and drank it without any hesitation.

His rude appearance made Obadiah feel a burst of contempt in his heart.

"Hahaha, don't worry, Brother Stanley, he's just a spoiled dude, easier than any chicken I've killed!"

Madness!

Obadiah was not happy in his heart, what he needed was not this arrogant guy. It's the kind of cold-blooded killer who is calm, meticulous, fully prepared to achieve his goals, and hides in the shadows to strike a lethal blow.

In the previous assassination operation in Afghanistan, he made so many detailed plans and arrangements in advance, and in the end Tony Stark still escaped.

Now, the other party dares to brag about Haikou like this, which makes Obadiah's face quickly cool down.

"Wojin..."

I will call you Mr. if you give me your face, but if you don't give me your face, I will not say the word Mr.

He leaned on the sofa seat behind him, Sen Han narrowed his eyes and said coldly.

"If you still want to get the 10 million US dollars in remuneration, use all your strength and do the task honestly, and absolutely don't have any accidents... I said this, do you understand?"

Obadiah's language is threatening, combined with subtle facial expressions, which can bring enormous psychological pressure.

But these pressures are nothing to Wojin, who was born in a chaotic city like Meteor Street since he was a child, and he doesn't even have any feeling.

He put the cup on the table without any tools, just waved it with one hand.

Swish!

With a crisp sound, the upper body of the red wine bottle slanted out and slammed into the wall.

The fracture was as smooth as a mirror, with no concave and convex, showing the speed and subtlety of its strength.

"Haha... Drinking like a **** with a small cup, always without energy, this is refreshing!"

Grabbing the bottle, Wo Jin raised his face and poured it into his mouth.

ton ton ton…

As expected of the killer sent by the Ten Rings Gang, it really should not be underestimated.

Looking at the half wine bottle stuck on the wall, Obadiah raised his eyebrows in surprise, his heart moved slightly, and his views on Wojin reversed again.

clap clap clap...

He clapped his hands, and the waiter outside the door filed into the room with food and famous wine.

Obadiah smiled and introduced Wojin affectionately.

These dishes come from all over the world, beautiful in appearance, unique in taste, and even with different red wines, full of a kind of luxury of the upper class.

"Gudu..."

Listening to what he said was so delicious, Wo Jin didn't take a knife and fork, but grabbed it with his hands.

"Wow... It's delicious, the meat of this prawn is really fresh..."

With a bulging mouth, Wo Jin looked in admiration.

Obadiah sat on the side without doing anything, looking at him with a graceful smile.

But this wait... an hour.

"..." With a stiff face, Obadiah scolded inwardly, are you a motherfucker? How can you eat so much? !

The next moment, his stomach actually growled.

Gollum...

"Yo... Brother Stanley, are you... haven't eaten?"

Leaning on the sofa chair, he patted his belly comfortably, and Wo Jin joked while shaving his teeth with a toothpick.