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However, when he got off the car, he found a Boeing passenger plane parked on another runway not far away.

Dozens of men were carrying black boxes onto the plane one by one.

As an arms dealer.

Tony Stark only had to take one look to be sure.

Those boxes should contain various weapons and ammunition.

Because he saw the logo of Stark Corporation on the box.

Only the wealthy Stark Corporation can afford this kind of black weapon box.

He suddenly had some doubts, "Happy, is this one of ours?"

"It doesn't seem so... Of course, I'm just a driver!" Happy Hogan had just closed the car door when he saw Tony Stark walking towards the Boeing plane not far away.

"Tony!" Happy Hogan shouted, but Tony Stark just waved his hand and quickly walked to the side of the Boeing. His appearance immediately made the gunman with a rifle frown and approach him.

However, they did not raise their guns, but asked in confusion: "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Hey, man!" Tony Stark was basically certain that these guys were not from his company, otherwise they wouldn't even recognize him. But Tony Stark didn't care. He arrogantly ignored the rifles in their hands and said, "I want to see your weapons purchase license."

"What did you say?" The gunmen were a little confused. Where did this guy come from?

Could it be the FBI or the CIA, or even the Bureau of Firearms and Artillery?

"I said I want to see your weapons purchase permit."

"For all weapons and equipment of Stark Company, individuals must have a weapons purchase license to purchase them. In addition to a gun license, they must also hold a weapons operation license issued by Stark Company. In addition!" Tony Stark said calmly: "Large-scale transportation also requires a license, otherwise it will be considered an illegal act, so please show me the license, otherwise I will call the police."

Even though the gunmen were confused at first, they now understood.

Tony Stark is here to cause trouble.

The red-haired guy walked up and looked down at Tony Stark.

"Go away!"

A strong Russian accent hit me.

Tony Stark looked at the Maozi who was a head taller than him, raised his hands and said wow, "I thought this was still America!" He seemed to be amused by the humorous words, but the Maozi raised the muzzle of the gun in his hand and pointed it at Tony Stark's head, "I'll count to three, if you don't turn around and leave.

Believe me, I will blow your head off and take your body away in a box, and I mean it."

"Ok ok!" Tony Stark raised his hand again to show that he had no ill intentions, and then slowly backed away. After retreating about ten meters away, he turned around with a gloomy expression.

Happy ran up quickly and came to Tony Stark, "Tony, are you okay?"

Tony Stark shook his head, his face still very ugly. He climbed into the car, took out the mobile phone from inside, and made a call without any hesitation.

Once you lose face, you have to get it back.

If only this Boeing plane could take off today.

His name, Tony Stark, is written backwards.

But before his call went through, three SUVs drove in side by side from outside.

The SUV quickly stopped beside the Boeing plane. The black SUV stopped like a beast running on the top of a mountain. Seven or eight men in black suits opened the car door, followed by Fisker in a gray casual suit.

Fisk felt someone was watching him.

He turned around and looked at the Audi car not far away.

He exchanged glances with Tony Stark who was on the phone.

His deep gaze penetrated the distance of dozens or hundreds of meters and met Tony Stark's gaze directly. Fisk nodded slightly as a greeting, and then quickly walked onto the plane.

And those wooden boxes have been put into the warehouse.

Tony Stark also looked at Fisk's back.

I don’t know what I’m thinking.

Even though the phone in his hand was connected, he didn't say anything.

Until Fisk's figure disappeared in the cabin of the plane.

He could hear the voice coming from the phone clearly. It was Ms. Pepper. "Tony, are you on the plane yet?"

"Um! Pepper, help me find a number. Help me find out who this weapon with this number was sold to, and then who sold it?"

“Is it from our company?”

"Of course!"

"Ok, then tell me, I'll check it out now."

"Call me after you've checked. I need to get on the plane first."

"Okay, have a nice trip."

Tony Stark hung up the phone.

At the same time, the Boeing plane in the distance had also entered the runway.

Three black SUVs drove away, and the trucks responsible for transporting the weapons also drove away.

Fisk saw Tony Stark not far away through the window.

His eyes were calm.

He didn't know the playboy now.

I'm not in the mood to get to know him.

Therefore, I just took a look.

The plane felt a huge push on my back, and then the wide airport began to get smaller and smaller.

"What's wrong?" Erica asked, holding a glass of sherry.

Hand it to Fisk.

This wine was once called sunshine in a bottle by Shakespeare.

But in fact, it is just a white wine with a lighter taste and average alcohol content.

Suitable for drinking while chatting.

Fisk reached out to take the sherry wine, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, then exhaled softly, "Sherry wine, this should be a specialty of Europe!"

"It's a specialty of Spain, and of course it can be considered European." Erica shrugged, "This wine is produced in Spain, in a small town called Jerez, where the land has rich limestone soil. The sherry wine produced is sweet and thick.

Moreover, it is black.

The ones we have in hand have been diluted and screened, and they taste better.”

"Have you been to Europe?" Fisk had never been to Europe. In fact, in a sense, he had never been to any country other than the United States.

"I've been in Europe for a long time." Erica said nonchalantly, "I've been to various countries. The Hand also has drug trade channels and smuggling routes there. I like Spain, Italy, and France, but I don't like England too much."

"why?

Why don't you like Britain?" Fisk took a sip of sherry with some curiosity.

Sour and sweet, with a little bit of spiciness.

He has never been to Europe, but he is quite curious about it.

People are always curious about things they don't know.

"Because the food there is really awful, and all British restaurants have awful British sausages. That's the thing I hate eating the most, but it's inexplicably hidden in every dish you eat.

Like a killer hiding in the dark.

Besides, fried chicken and French fries and black tea!

You can see British sausages everywhere.”

Erica curled her lips and gave the British sausages the lowest rating with an exaggerated expression.

You should have seen her expression.

It's so funny.

"Hahaha!" Fisk laughed out loud. Erica finished the sherry in her hand, leaned her head on Fisk's arm, and said in a gentle tone. "How are you? Do you feel better?"

"Of course, thank you!"

Fisk nodded, and he actually felt better.

But how could Fisk feel at ease as long as Mrs. Stacy could not be found?

He turned his gaze to the window again.

Fisk looked at the shrinking New York.

The expression on his face was calm, and no one knew what he was thinking.

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Flying from the United States to Europe.

In fact, the distance is not far.

Fisk originally thought it was far, but in fact, it only takes seven hours at most to take off from the airport in New York to Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris, France. No wonder the wealthy people in New York like to go to Paris, France during their holidays.

The seven hours would pass by just sleeping with the beautiful stewardess.

You don’t even need to have a second meal.

The gunmen sitting in economy class were constantly checking their weapons.

When they get off the plane, they will not be able to walk around with rifles on their backs, but can only carry pistols. Therefore, they must ensure that the guns can be their stable helpers. If there is a problem with the pistol at a critical moment, it is very likely that they will never be able to return to New York.

Melanie poured herself glass after glass of sherry.

This European airline's plane was filled with European specialties. Even the in-flight meals were no exception. Melanie really liked this kind of wine, which was sweet, greasy, and slightly spicy. She drank nearly two bottles by herself, leaving the tall, blond, blue-eyed stewardess standing by her side awkwardly, holding the bottle and refilling her glass after glass.

Tang Jing was sitting in the seat next to her. She still had a white mask on her face and a dog leash around her neck. She was as motionless as a puppet, except for her right hand which was supporting a sword that was taller than her.

In fact, the flight attendants on this flight had already been scared crazy.

After all, it's both a knife and a gun.

The fierce-looking gunmen in the back seats didn't look like good people. And the yellow bullets and grenades made them nervous, fearing that an accidental discharge would cause the entire plane to crash.