Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

The two people who had been sitting in the office for a long time waved at him.

"Good morning, employer."

Obadiah Stane was stunned.

Black knitted hat, red knitted hat; round frame black sunglasses, small round frame black sunglasses; man, girl; black long windbreaker, red long windbreaker; yellow-green stockings, pink-white stockings; silencer pistol…

Lollipop.

who?

The tall man wearing sunglasses was less than half a meter away from him, with the muzzle of the gun pointed at his shiny forehead.

"Go in and sit down, Mr. Stanny." He waved the gun, pointing at the executive chair behind the surprisingly spacious desk. "Just sit in the usual position, and don't do anything that will mislead me, or I'll shoot."

"You are…"

Obadiah raised his hands to the level of his ears, and walked while cautiously testing: "How much did you charge? I'll give you double... quadruple! I'm the future Stark Group..."

The killer's face turned strange for a moment.

Don’t you know how much I charged?

"Sit down, Mr. Stinney."

The girl sucking a lollipop beside the cabinet threatened with a cold face: "Stop talking useless nonsense." She took her hand out of her pocket and made a gun shape.

Obadiah Stani thought the world had gone mad.

How old is this girl? She is also a killer?

Father-daughter combination?

Who commissioned it, Hammer or...the Ten Rings gang?

In an instant, countless faces flashed through his mind.

"Give it up, sir. This is the highest security level of Stark Group. I don't know how you and your... girl sneaked in." Obadiah signaled the two people with his eyes, around the ceiling, in the direction of the corridor they just entered: "This is all monitored, from the first floor to the top floor, from the moment you stepped into Stark Group - or, from the moment you got off the plane and stepped onto American soil."

"Your appearance is exposed."

"I am an important person. Killing me will do you no good. Instead, you will be hunted down by Tony Stark with all his might."

Obadiah Stane watched the steady muzzle with his peripheral vision, treading on thin ice.

"How about a different approach? How much did you get paid? Since you're in this business, you must want to make a big profit. Come on, I'll provide you with this. How much do you want, one million, two million... five million? Just tell me the number, little girl?"

The two men, one big and one small, were strangely silent. From the beginning till now, they had only said two or three sentences. While Obadiah was struggling to plead for mercy, the man in the black hat held the pistol in one hand, his arm motionless, pointing towards Stani's chest.

Then...a mature woman's voice came from the speaker that was clearly not turned on.

Obadiah could hear the maturity because of some of his tastes.

The woman said, “Done.”

boom! ! !

Almost the next moment after the words were spoken, gunshots rang out.

The last sound left in Obadiah Stane's mind was this gunshot.

The wind is cool.

He slumped in the boss chair with his eyes wide open, unwilling to close - the chair where he had sat and had sweet dreams for a long time, the chair where he had fought many battles with women, the chair where he relied on the blueprint of his dreams that he had diligently drawn up.

The corpse's head was tilted, and blood was gushing out from the bullet hole in its forehead.

When he was a mortal, he made friends with Howard Stark; when he was a mortal, he trained and assisted Tony Stark; and also when he was a mortal, he attempted to control the Stark Group and become a god on this mountain of gold.

Unfortunately it was shattered by a bullet.

"The building surveillance will be unblocked in thirty minutes," a mature female voice came from the notebook on the desk this time, "I need to hack into and check Stanny's hidden transaction records and private information. You can leave first."

Matilda bit the plastic stick, having already finished the lollipop on the other end.

"Uh-huh, remember the return ticket..."

"No problem, Matilda. Thank you and Leon."

Leon had just packed up his weapons. He picked up the small black box again and fastened the buttons of his windbreaker: "I just want to help Mori Yuesha."

"Yes, our goal is the same."

"Goodbye, Hera."

Chapter 107 Unauthorized cooperation

The story begins with an email sent from a special channel.

It also starts with one person.

Old Tony.

The old man who had controlled and manipulated Lyon for many years registered an account on a certain order-taking website using Lyon's name, and not only accepted local orders, but also some online orders. Mr. Lyon, who worked like a slave, did make him a lot of money - after leaving, a young girl who was familiar with the Internet immediately took over the account.

Matilda: "How did you get the account number?"

Leon was busy putting the broken biscuits into hot milk to soften them, without even looking up: “Mori Yuesha helped me.”

"What? What new trick has she come up with?"

"I don't know." The man shook his head dully: "She helped me get back the property I deserved from Old Tony, as well as this account."

——What he didn’t say was that when Old Tony called him, his voice was very strange, as if a monster was chasing him.

"I will transfer it to you! I will transfer it, Leon! For the sake of our acquaintance over the years, for the sake of my helping you back then... Damn it! Keep him away from me...!! "

The receiver was filled with the sound of leather shoes rubbing against gravel.

Or, in other words, the sound of waves rolling.

Leon didn't know who else was around Mori Yuesha. He hoped to save Old Tony's life. After all, if he hadn't helped him when he came here... The man swept Old Tony back into the depths of his memory with a glimmer of hope and forgiveness.

This person should quit his new life forever.

Leon didn't understand, maybe Mori Yuesa left him alive out of curiosity or for fun or some other messed up reason.

But her attendants would not.

"So, it was that 'swell girl' Mori Yuesha who helped you get it back?" Matilda rolled her eyes. Ever since she saw the gift (the bra) that Mori Yuesha gave her, the girl had a shadow on the words 'figure', 'voluptuous', 'adult', 'real woman'... and 'Himalayan'.

What's wrong with a flat-chested loli? Ha, Leon likes her very much.

Leon: ...Okay.

"Cancel it." The man picked up the bowl of milk with softened biscuits, stood up and walked to the cupboard. A brown and yellow spotted kitten was meowing out of its nest, stretching out its little claws and hooking the man's trouser legs.

Staring at his hands.

"Here."

Put the bowl down.

The little brown and yellow lightning came up and started licking vigorously.

"I've decided to quit, and the account is of no use anymore." He clapped his hands and sat back in his chair. "It seems to be ranked very high?"

Matilda held up her phone and showed it to him.

"First, you are the most efficient one. You have been voted as the most cost-effective pistol for seven consecutive years."

???

Mr. Pistol???

"I wish they could find a better, more accurate description."

"This is pretty accurate?" Matilda didn't understand what was wrong with Mr. Pistol. He... was just good with a pistol?

suddenly.

A commission email popped up from the account interface, and before the girl could check it, the phone rang.

What came out of the receiver was some kind of modulated, synthesized electronic sound.

"Good afternoon, Leon, Matilda."

"I'm Hera."

Facts have proved that in some cases you still can't be too cheap, for example, Mr. Obadiah Stane believed the "cost-effective choice" pushed by the website and commissioned a killer who was favored by Mori Yuesha to kill Mori Yuesha and Stark.

-Oh, his request was: "...Stark and the two people who came back with him." He didn't even know the names of Mori Yuesa and Ginsen.

This is what is called a muzzle collision in the physical sense.

Leon took out a large notebook from the house, uncapped the pen and handed it to Matilda, asking her to help record the information for a while. The girl rolled her eyes and took out a tablet from her bag.

First, confirm whether each other's identity is real. Second, understand the target information. The other party seemed to have done a very comprehensive preliminary work before, and the documents sent by Leon hardly needed any additional questions, and there was no redundant information in the entire document package.

The other party found out about the commission before me.

"I intercepted his emails. Leon, you can take a look at the specific commissions that Obadiah Stane has issued to the account. If you refuse, the second-choice candidate will go to Japan to assassinate Tony Stark and Mori Yuesa."

Putting aside whether an 'ordinary' killer could pose a threat to Mori Yuesha, who could carry Stanfield in one hand while walking like a cat, now that he knew about this and Mori Yuesha had spoken, he had no reason not to do it.

Besides, it was the other person who bumped into me.

"Tell me about the plan."

"I will block the surveillance of Stark Tower. Will one hour be enough?"

"It's enough for a novice." Leon placed the phone flat on the table: "How to ensure that we leave." The most dangerous and most noteworthy part of their job is not the middle part - in modern times, there are too many ways to kill targets, no matter how rough or sophisticated, in short, it's a job, just kill.

How to sneak in and how to leave after completion are what experienced scavengers focus on.

"If you can't guarantee your safety during evacuation..."

"I won't take Matilda with me." Ignoring the round eyes that were glaring at him, Leon said to the phone: "Ms. Mori Yuesha has helped me a lot. These days are enough for me. A stable life with cats, plants, and Matilda. We have traveled to many countries. If Mori Yuesha needs me, I will not refuse."

The simple old boy didn't think too much. It was a fact that he had received a favor. Now, someone wanted to attack Mori Yuesha - let's not judge whether the girl who could easily lift an adult man with one hand was afraid of bullets - the assassination alone would cause her a lot of trouble. She was a child walking in the light, and she didn't know how dirty the people lurking in the shadows were.

It's time to return the favor.

“Let’s not talk about your putting Matilda on the same level as plants and cats.” The woman on the phone was amused by Leon: “Don’t worry, I will properly arrange your infiltration and retreat routes.”

"Any other questions?"

There is nothing wrong with Leon, but according to his contact with that girl, Mori Yuesha seems...

Isn't she a girl who needs a servant to talk to?

——If such a thing happened, the child would probably be very happy when talking on the phone.

"Oh, that's it."

"Asa really doesn't know."

The sweet female voice suddenly laughed. The electronically synthesized voice was emotionless and said in a serious tone:

"He won't be interesting to Asha. He will only spoil her trip. We need to eliminate his existence, so that this fly won't jump out and disturb her when she's in high spirits."

"You mean..."

"Mori Yuesha doesn't know."

"The master doesn't need to know everything. If that were the case, there would be no meaning for the servants to exist."

Making decisions for Mori Yuesha without her permission...?

Leon and Matilda looked at each other.

"This woman," Matilda mouthed silently, pointing to the phone: "What's wrong?" Then she pointed to her head: "No problem?"

"If Mori Tsukisa doesn't know..."

"Should we give Mori Tsukisa——"

"I don't think so."

A creepy answer. The other party seemed to be able to see everything around Leon through the phone. The man cautiously made a "hush" gesture to Matilda, bent over and walked to the door, carefully looking out through the peephole.

everything is normal.