American comics: Starting as the Jinchūriki of the One-Tailed Beast

Chapter 105 Soldiers in Desperate Situations

Roy first took out the Fourth Hokage's divine robe from the system space and put it on.

Then, he took out an instant camera.

Harry has a cell phone.

However, there is a small problem with taking group photos with a mobile phone: you can't sign the photos.

Harry quickly got the autographed photo he wanted.

He not only got a group photo of the three of them together, but also separate photos with Roy and Tony.

At Roy's request, Tony also signed his name on the photo.

After granting Harry's wish to take a photo together, Roy sent him home.

"When did you become so fond of little kids? You don't have some kind of weird hobby you're hiding, do you?"

Watching Harry's departing figure, Tony teased Roy.

"I'm not as evil as you!"

"You made that connection so quickly; it seems you do these things quite often."

Roy immediately retorted, speaking calmly and slowly.

Tony stopped arguing with Roy and his expression turned serious. He slowly said, "I had Jarvis investigate. Mrs. Davis is still living in the town."

"She should have some documents left behind by Chad Davis."

Roy nodded and replied, "In that case, let's go see her."

"No, I need to change my clothes before I go to see Mrs. Davis."

"Going to see her while wearing armor would put unnecessary pressure on her."

Tony continued.

From the outside, he is seen as a difficult person to deal with who doesn't care about other people's feelings.

but it is not the truth.

He can sometimes be difficult to get along with.

But he also has a gentle and considerate side.

However, not many people have the opportunity to see this side of him.

Rose Hill is a very ordinary town, without international brand clothing stores or expensive handmade custom clothing stores.

However, this was not a problem for Tony at all.

He had long since moved past the stage of only wearing international big brands and expensive clothes.

He doesn't need to use clothes, watches, or other external things to prove his wealth.

For him, clothes are only important as long as he likes them and they are comfortable to wear.

Men are much more efficient than women.

Tony was no exception.

In just a few minutes, he bought the coat he needed at a clothing store in the town.

After changing into the coat he had just bought, he had Jarvis pilot the Mark 15 to the highest point in the town.

As for himself, he and Roy headed towards the bar where Mrs. Davis was.

Christmas is just around the corner.

Whether it's clothing stores, convenience stores, or entertainment venues like bars, they've all added some Christmas decorations.

Not long after, Roy and Tony arrived at the bar.

There aren't many surveillance cameras in the town.

But Jarvis easily secured Mrs. Davis's position.

Mobile phone location tracking!

Don't tell me that Mrs. Davis was using a regular civilian mobile phone.

Even if she modified her phone to be anti-eavesdropping and anti-location, just like the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., Jarvis could still easily pinpoint her location using her phone's location tracking.

It's still daytime, not the busiest time for bars.

But the bar was packed with customers.

Except for a few professions such as police officers, doctors, and waiters, most professions are now on holiday.

It's freezing cold.

It's snowing heavily.

At times like these, going to a bar to have a few drinks with a couple of friends and chat about the past and funny stories is a great option.

Once inside the bar, Roy and Tony quickly spotted Mrs. Davis.

Mrs. Davis sat alone at a table with an empty wine glass in front of her and a soldier's necklace in her hand, as if she were reminiscing about the deceased Chad Davis.

"Mrs. Davis, would you mind if we sat here?" Tony asked Mrs. Davis.

"Please sit down if you want, no one is stopping you," Mrs. Davis replied.

Whether it was because they had drunk too much or because they were dressed very casually, Mrs. Davis did not recognize them.

Not just Mrs. Davis, but everyone else in the bar did too.

"Thank you." Tony pulled out a chair and sat down.

Roy didn't sit down; instead, he went to the bar and ordered a beer.

"Where would you like to begin?" Mrs. Davis asked.

It was clear that she considered Tony a relative and friend of the bombing victims.

She has experienced many of these things since the bombing.

Although she was also a victim, the townspeople were unaware of the truth and believed that Chad Davis had deliberately detonated the bomb.

"I want to tell you that I am very saddened by what your son has gone through."

"I want to know, what exactly happened?"

Tony looked at Mrs. Davis with a serious expression.

Mrs. Davis did not answer immediately.

After looking Tony up and down, she picked up the documents on the table, placed them in front of him, and said, "I brought you the documents you wanted. Take them and leave."

"All the messy things in this have nothing to do with Chad."

Tony looked at the cover of the document.

The cover clearly reads "Confidential Document".

Tony flipped through the documents, glancing at them as he asked, "It's obvious you're waiting for someone else. You arranged to meet them here, right?"

The document contains a photo of Chad Davis.

Applicability Report — Medical Details — Taggart —

"Yes," Mrs. Davis replied.

Tony glanced at the file quickly, closed it, and continued, "Mrs. Davis, your son did not commit suicide."

"I assure you, he didn't mean to hurt anyone. He was a victim too; he was taken advantage of."

Although he only glanced at the document, Tony had already reached a conclusion.

"What did you say?" Mrs. Davis looked at Tony with surprise.

"He was used as a weapon!" Tony replied.

Davis recalled for a moment, then frowned and said, "Weren't you the one who called me?"

Before Tony could answer, a voice rang out.

"That's right, he's definitely not!"

At the same time, a Department of Homeland Security badge was slapped onto the table.

Tony immediately looked up at the person who had spoken.

This is a woman.

A short-haired woman wearing a black suit.

He had never seen this woman before.

However, one thing he noticed was that this woman's intentions were not good.

Tony didn't know who the short-haired woman was, but Roy recognized her at a glance.

This woman was none other than Ellen Brandt, one of Killian's Extremis soldiers!

Just as Tony was about to say something, Brant immediately grabbed his left hand.

Immediately afterwards, a simple joint lock was used to twist Tony's left hand behind his back and pin Tony to the table.

I should have come wearing armor!

Tony mentally scoffed.

Although Brandt twisted his left hand behind his back, he wasn't worried at all.

Because he didn't come to the bar alone; Roy was there too.

Tony immediately turned to look at Roy.

Then he saw Roy sitting on a chair at the bar, calmly watching the show.

"Stop! What happened?"

A middle-aged man who was sitting at the bar drinking immediately stood up and said to Brandt.

He is the town's sheriff.

Although he is currently on vacation, he does not intend to sit idly by.

"I'm arresting a criminal!"

Brendan shoved Tony, sending him sprawling to the ground, and continued, "Are you the sheriff?"

"Yes, ma'am, who are you?" the middle-aged sheriff asked.

"I'm from the Department of Homeland Security. Is everything alright now?" Brant picked up the Department of Homeland Security badge and said quickly.

"No, there's a problem. You'd better explain in more detail." The middle-aged sheriff gripped the pistol, ready to draw his weapon at any moment.

"Sheriff, it's not your place to question me," Brant said coldly.

Tony, who had fallen to the ground, immediately gave Mrs. Davis a look.

Mrs. Davis immediately understood his meaning, quietly took the documents from the table, and threw them under a nearby table.