I Am In Marvel

In the general manager's office.

Caesar was relieved after Potts rubbed his face and body intimately. He sat in the office chair seriously, and waved to Eddie beside him and said, "Eddie, you go outside first. Go, I have something to say to Miss Potts."

"Yes, young master." Eddie also simply turned around and walked towards the door of the office.

Potts looked at Caesar in astonishment, and then glanced at Eddie's back. She thought it was only Eddie who brought Caesar over for a walk, but she did not expect that Caesar would take the lead.

In fact, anyone who sees Caesar will intuitively judge that he is just a child. After all, he is so young that even if he has mature thinking and concepts, few people will believe it.

"Who are you?" Potts' beautiful eyes moved, and his eyes turned to Annie who was still indoors. There are too many employees in Stark Industries. Even the office staff are in units of thousands. I really don't remember who worked in the same building. junior staff.

Annie was a little nervous, bowed respectfully and said, "Hello, general manager! I am a junior employee in the third operation department who has been employed for less than half a month. My name is Annie Weiying."

"Anne Weining?" Potts said suddenly. "I've seen the name. By the way, yesterday was the night when you and another employee were attacked by criminals."

"Yes. Thanks to Master Caesar, if he hadn't dealt with the thugs, I'm afraid I'd have..."

Annie shuddered when she recalled last night, and looked at Caesar in the chair with great gratitude.

Hearing her words, Potts could not help covering his slightly open mouth with his palm to hide his shock. After silently digesting the message for a few seconds, he instructed Annie and Eddie to wait outside the door together.

Annie nodded hurriedly, stepped out on high heels, and closed the door of the general manager's office by the way.

Potts and Caesar were left in the office. The two stared at each other, silent for a while, before Potts said with emotion, "Six months ago, when Godfather Kyle brought you to Tony's Villa, you didn't get to play football. The size of the man is so big now."

"How big is this?" Caesar twitched the corners of his mouth, raised his hands, and looked at his small, tender arms.

"By the way, did you just call me Miss Potts?" Potts raised his pretty face in dissatisfaction, sat on the office chair, and his long legs wrapped in black silk were folded up together.

Caesar spread his hands, "What should it be called?"

Potts smiled and suggested: "I have a very good relationship with Yutong, as close as sisters, why don't you call me aunt?"

"No." Caesar objected very firmly.

"Yeah, you're the godfather's child, so calling it that would be a disgrace - call me Pepper then."

Potts was a little helpless. Kyle's seniority was too high, and it was estimated that no one could overwhelm Caesar.

"Okay." Caesar nodded.

"My young master, stay at home well, how can you run outside? The New York City area is not as safe as before."

There was something in Potts's words, with a hint of sadness in her eyes. Obviously, the negative news about Stark Industries and the attack on employees in the past few days have made her a little tired.

Sure enough, do you still think I'm a child?

Caesar sighed slightly, and stood up from the chair without thinking too much. Under Potts' incredible gaze, ignoring the laws of gravity and physics, his small body floated up like a balloon.

No matter how the persuasion of words is organized, it is better to use substantive performance to prove it.

"Pepper."

After flying around the room, Caesar held the back of his head in his hands, lay reclining in the empty air, looked down at Potts in a suspended manner, and said seriously: "If you encounter any problems with Stark Industries, you might as well tell me directly, Tony is not here, Industry matters are up to us, the Carl family."

If it weren't for his own tender appearance, coupled with the tone of milky voice, he should have enough persuasion at this time.

Potts took a deep breath, looked up at Caesar in the air, and exclaimed: "It should be said that it is your family, longevity, super power, etc., for you, it is like a natural inheritance."

Caesar smiled, "It should be the 'our' family, won't you be one of us in the future?"

"You." Potts' face flushed with two delicate and bright reds, and said angrily: "They will make fun of me, and there is no seriousness and prestige of Kyle's godfather!"

I'm not Kyle, it's just that I have changed my body and identity.

Caesar rolled his eyes. Unlike the body, he now has a baby body that can do whatever he wants without any image burden.

However, after a short exchange, Potts not only got a lot closer to Caesar, but also completely abandoned his age prejudice and regarded him as the mature height of his peers.

"Then let's get back to the point."

Potts began to explain the recent situation of the industry to Caesar, which was similar to what he learned from Eddie and Annie, and finally hesitantly threw out an idea of ​​his own: "The missing employees are all from the new product development department in charge of the deputy manager. ."

"You suspect there is something wrong with him," Caesar continued.

Potts flipped his hair, "It's not just me, S.H.I.E.L.D. is also suspicious, but no evidence has been found."

Caesar understood, so Natasha came in in disguise, took the opportunity to approach the deputy manager, and wanted to find some evidence and clues from him.

Potts sighed and said: "Aldridge Killian is a gentleman, he does everything flawlessly, and he is a top scientist in the field of biology and weapons manufacturing. If it weren't for some recent events, I really don't want to suspect him. "

Stark Industries that lost Tony the Iron Man is not something that ordinary people can easily take over.

"Don't worry, since I'm here, all the problems are no longer problems."

Caesar smiled, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and his childish little face was full of confidence.

"What do you want to do?" Potts asked in anticipation, infected by his confidence.

Caesar landed on the table and stretched out a finger, "It's very simple, you just need to let the people from SHIELD continue to supervise and check the deputy manager named Kilian, as usual, it doesn't matter if you are discovered."

"And then?" Potts blinked.

"Secondly, give me the location where the previous employee was attacked."

Caesar stretched out his second finger and said firmly: "Next, you just need to wait for the news from my side."

He didn't stay in the general manager's office for long. After Caesar explained the matter, he left Stark Industries with Eddie and rushed to a nearby street before it was dark.

Next to 958 Nanker Road, New York City.

There are still some police cordon lines that have not been removed. The floors and walls of the hutong are full of burning marks, and the charred silhouettes of several people can be vaguely seen. The scene is very scary under the bright red sunset.

"Young master, why are we here? The police, forensic doctors, S.H.I.E.L.D., and even the Carl family have all been here, and they haven't found any clues." Eddie scratched his head and asked Caesar on his shoulder in confusion.

Caesar locked his eyes on the burning area where the employees were attacked, and the feeling of controlling the overall situation returned again. He responded angrily: "What do you know. What I see is different from what you see."

He can ignore the limitations of the human eye and directly see into the original essence of the world.