Marvel Reverses Wolverine

Chapter 319 The kidnapped Tony Stark

Not to mention Tony Stark, who has become the darling of geniuses in the global technology and business fields in recent years. He was once the famous "playful son" of the old Stark family. Tony has never lacked young and beautiful people around him. Female companion.

But he had seen too many "larks" with beautiful flowers and branches, and suddenly met a "female eagle" who was looking forward to the heroic appearance. All of a sudden, the young Mr. Stark instantly forgot about the charming female reporter in front of him, and the words in his mouth I also stuttered the second half of the sentence.

"As for Fang, the prospects of Ark technology are, well, this is more complicated. Ahem, I have something else to do, so I'll excuse you, Miss Reporter."

Tony gave Happy a sloppy hook. The unprofessional bodyguard had just unbuttoned his suit, and his butt had already sunk deep into the leather sofa, so he had to squirm up in frustration.

"Huh, not only am I a beautiful lady, but it seems that I have to understand your changing preferences at all times."

The rich and powerful Happy Hogg seemed to have more than just an ordinary employment relationship with Tony. He muttered helplessly and stood in front of Tony to ask away the female reporter who still didn't want to give up.

"What? The most noble lady in the extraordinary world condescended to come to an ordinary small bar. I don't have the wine to get you drunk here."

The dark-skinned beauty with long silver-white hair tied up high and a face much more delicate than most African-American women walked slowly from the spiral staircase under the guidance of the waiter.

The young female owner of this bar, who rarely appears in front of people, stood gracefully behind the bar, randomly picking out bottles of good wine with her fingertips, and making fun of the bored woman in a black suit sitting on a high chair.

"What about you Ororo? Eric originally wanted to hand over the responsibility of guarding the 'Whip of Order' to you, but 'Storm' actually became a bar owner in Manhattan, New York. To be honest, I thought you would Went with Qin."

Ororo Munro finally selected a bottle of gin of the right age, poured one-third of the dark amber liquid into each square wine glass, leaned over and gathered up the hem of her fishtail skirt, and sat opposite Laura, He drank it after touching it lightly.

"Lord Lancel's invitation is an excellent 'job', but I'm not interested."

Storm poured two more full glasses of gin without adding ice. The fingertips of both hands moved to gather two clouds of frosty white mist in her palms, but it did not affect the ambient temperature in the bar at all. She held it on the wall of the glass. Frost quickly formed.

"Gray is acting weird now. I can't say there's anything bad about it, but it always makes me feel a little strange. You forgot that when I was in the academy, I liked to secretly go to the bar in town to drink cold beer. Several times, you helped me in Mrs. I have a cover in front of me, haha. It’s not bad to open your own bar~”

Laura rolled her eyes at Ororo angrily. Storm, who had always been diligent and hard-working in the academy, was actually full of a rebellious spirit, and she often asked her to help take the blame.

In fact, the companions at the same time were all made more well-behaved because of Laura's existence, attracting most of the attention of the principal "White Queen".

The two young ladies, who were only in their early twenties and could still be called "girls", were chatting animatedly. They adjusted the collars and hems of their suits a few times. Tony Stark sat next to Laura generously and approached Ao Luo in a gentlemanly manner. Luo said:

"Miss, please bring me a martini. Also, your hair is so beautiful."

Tony smiled confidently, but he only received Storm's casual and flirtatious look. A professional bartender with gray hair on his temples came to the opposite side of Mr. Stark at the right time, with extremely exquisite movements in his hands.

"Sir, please allow me to serve you."

As soon as the bartender finished speaking, a glass of martini with green olives was gently pushed in front of Tony, swirling in the clear wine.

"Tony, Tony Stark, don't mind, ladies. There are not many people here who can drink and chat with you."

"Stark?"

Laura held her cheek lightly and blinked a few times, always feeling that this last name was particularly familiar.

Especially the name "Tony Stark", she seemed to have seen it in her father's study, in a notebook with old leather and written in Chinese that was treasured by James.

"Hehehe, Mr. Stark, I know you, Laura, he has recently taken advantage of your family's business."

Ororo covered her mouth and smiled, and the necklace strung with large pearls around her neck shone in the light.

The little girl who just came to Chaoying Academy as a child, spoke stilted English and had a weird mohawk hairstyle, has become a unique "black pearl".

The smart Tony didn't think too much, and quickly guessed the identity of the young lady next to him who made his mind "stop".

Although he still maintained a calm and composed look, his words lost the lighthearted teasing at the beginning.

"Is this lady related to the Howlett Group? In fact, the 'Ark Project' I studied is not your competition. After all, everyone can see that the Howlett family has never regarded that high-energy energy block as a Products sold in bulk.”

Tony watched the mysterious lady's eyes change from silent thinking to brightening, and finally, she suddenly stared at him like a she-wolf with glowing eyes, and an inexplicable chill ran down his spine.

"Yes, that's you, Tony Stark!"

Laura clasped her palm against the silver-white bar table made of alloy. It didn't seem to use much strength and didn't make much noise. But when her palm left the table, a clear dented fingerprint was deeply imprinted. On top, it seems as if the bar is made of plasticine.

"You must come home with me, Tony Stark, and come with me to meet your mother."

Before Tony's trembling eyes could move away from the handprint on the bar table, the foam in his throat was stuck halfway, and he couldn't swallow when he heard Laura's sudden request.

Not only young Mr. Stark, but also Ororo looked at Laura in horror, wondering what she had done.

"Ahem, lady, are our progress too fast?"

Before Tony could finish his words, Laura grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up. He had never felt such strength before. His long, white and tender palms were like pliers made of steel. She dragged her to the door of the bar with staggering steps. .

"Hey! Put down my boss!"

Happy, the bodyguard who originally gave Tony enough private space, tossed his long hair and walked towards Laura with an angry roar.

But before he could get closer, two security guards, who were a lot bigger than Happy, held his arms from left to right and tapped him somewhere on the ribs. Happy immediately fell down in great pain. There was movement.

"Auroro, is your shuttle nearby? Mother is still in the wolf lair, please give me a ride."

"Savage woman! Your Howlett family has become so overbearing that you openly robbed—hey! Hey, hey, hey!"

Tony worked hard to crack the young lady's knuckles with both hands. Before he could finish his words, Laura, who was a little irritated by the noise, lifted her head over her shoulder with one hand and raised a brow at Storm with her hands on her hips.

"Franz, appease Mr. Stark's bodyguard, let's go Laura, I will go back with you. I haven't seen Madam for several months."

Ororo was extremely curious about Laura's weird behavior, and anxiously led Laura upstairs with the mentality of watching the excitement, without caring at all about the poor Mr. Stark, who was inexplicably deprived of his freedom.

As the roof of a small single-family building full of avant-garde design in Manhattan rotated and separated, the small silver-gray spaceship rushed high into the sky, instantly breaking through the thick clouds in the sky, letting a patch of starlight and bright moon imprint on the dome. .

Thousands of miles away from New York City, far farther than Greenland, is another continent with vast wilderness and dense forests.

Two black men armed with M16 assault rifles and wearing rich tribal robes and leather armor suddenly jumped out from the bushes and stopped the rickety figure wearing a brown linen hood and leaning on a cane.

"Well, the country of 'Black Panther', the birthplace of vibranium, is reduced to using this kind of cheap stuff. Tsk, tsk, if you are really so poor, then this poor old cripple like me will run away in vain. It’s a trip!”

The man was tall, but obviously didn't have much flesh on his body.

The right half of his body seemed to be entirely supported by the crutch in his hand. His gray hair drooped from the corners of his eyebrows, covering his wrinkled cheeks. His hoarse and rough voice sounded a little uncomfortable.

"Go and report to T'Chaka. Well, he probably hasn't died of old age yet. Anyway, go and tell your 'Black Panther' King, so that he can stop being in pain and sleepless nights and living in nightmares. "

The man looked at a vast valley with lush pasture through the two guards. He could even faintly see that the towering mountains winding around the edge of the Wakanda Valley were empty as if they had been cut in half. A piece of it.

A mountain that was supposed to be embedded in it disappeared and became a deep scar carved into the land of this country.

"Say it."

In the only majestic building in Wakanda, the king wearing a leopard-faced helmet rested his hands on the edge of the stone throne, sitting back and staring at the strange old man standing in the hall.

Standing next to the Black Panther King was a young man with arms folded and a vigorous and strong body. Next to him was a black man with an old face who was also sitting on a stone chair a section lower. Except for the three of them, the entire palace No one else.

"Almost forty years ago, the most precious and magical metal on the earth was robbed from its place of origin. Haha, the person who robbed it did not hollow out the mountain-like mineral deposit bit by bit, but"

The old man's words made everyone in the hall tense up and their fists tense. Only the man sitting on the king's throne, wearing vibranium black armor, remained relaxed and composed.

"More than thirty years ago, Wakanda encountered two 'devils', one white and one red. King Azuri died in battle, and the corpses of dead and wounded warriors filled this peaceful and fertile valley."

"Black Panther, have you had a good night's sleep since that night?"

Click.

The king held the helmet with both hands, twisting it gently and lifting it up. A resolute face that looked to be about fifty years old, with a grayish color, appeared in front of the mysterious old man, and finally spoke again:

"Stranger, your story is not accurate. My father Azuli did not die on the spot, but suffered tragic injuries and persisted for more than ten years before finally dying. As for my sleeping problem, I don't need you. worry."

"Well, the power of Black Panther can indeed delay aging. This bad old man like me should be much younger than you. Yes, your sleep is not important, but T'Chaka. Tell me, the Wakandan people's Holy Mountain! The treasure you swore to protect for generations! Isn’t it important!”

The old man's hoarse roar was more deafening than the other, his withered body seemed to grow taller and more powerful, and the corners of his mouth were trembling with excessive excitement.

The prince's pupils standing next to T'Chaka were a little red. He looked at his father, whose eyebrows were lowered and still silent, and he opened his mouth, but no words came out.

"That man, that family, not only made many enemies on our planet, but also wanted to provoke Howlett's enemies. I suggest that you take advantage of the few years you still have to live and take the latest interstellar aircraft as soon as possible. The spaceship goes to the universe to find the Kree, their hatred should be deeper than mine."

"Black Panther" T'Chaka waved his hand disdainfully, signaling to his son to see him off, then closed his eyes and became silent again.

But the old man was not discouraged. He put down the mottled coarse cloth bag on his back with a smile, sat on it with his crutches and hummed, and said:

"T'Chaka, hey! Just because of this nonsense, you won't be able to catch up with James Howlett in ten lifetimes, and you are not interested in my arrival? Then now you are sitting here meeting a strange old waste. Haha, and for what?"

Narrow eyes wandered repeatedly on the faces of the Black Panther King and Prince, and the corners of their mouths opened wider.

"Your support. I'm just interested to hear why you think you can reach out to the 'Wolf Emperor'. Although he is not in this world for the time being, and some even say that he may be dead, even if he is just born with Howlett, Anyone who wants to be an enemy should reflect on their own ignorance and stupidity.”

The old man leaned his cane on his shoulder, groped inside the heather-gray cloak for a while, and finally took out a folded piece of paper, like some kind of blueprint, and handed it to the Wakanda prince who came closer.

He said calmly: "What you just said is right. The backbone of the Kree Empire was broken by him. To say that the most hated Howlett and the most powerful force in this universe is still the dead and unyielding Interstellar Empire. , but there are so many talents in this world that you don’t know about!”

T'Chaka unfolded the drawing and looked at the dense and obscure lines and patterns on it, as well as the various formulas and data, and actually read it quite seriously, not pretending to understand.

".I know that you, Wakanda, have been studying outside science and technology for many years. You should not have lived in vain for so long. Take a look and arrange a place for me. Think about it early. We still have many places to go. Running."