Chapter 633 What Is a Friend

(PS: The chapter name is wrong, it should be Chapter 643, add after this sentence, no charge)

"It's about a fortune cookie with a Chinese-sounding name, and it is.

But his inventors are Americans, so these biscuits are hollow, full of lies, and taste weird. "

"My followers just destroyed another cheap imitation, the Tianchao Theater."

"Mr. President, I know this news is depressing, and I know it must hit you hard, but this horror scene is coming to an end."

"Don't worry, there are more exciting things to come, this will be your graduation ceremony~"

Today, the panic in the hearts of all American people is cast in a thick layer of gloom.

The major TV stations fell for the second time, and all channels began to show the images of this "terrorist organization", and lives were violated by violence.

When the picture disappeared, a strange pattern appeared, the leader of the "Ten Rings Gang", a bearded "Mandarin" picked up a gun, and opened a hole in the forehead of the president's portrait.

New York City Central Hospital, Key Nursing Unit.

"how is he."

"Mr. Stark, we have done the most comprehensive examination for him, and his body functions are very healthy in all aspects."

"Health? Of course I know that Watson will definitely be healthy after giving him medicine. I'm asking you when he will wake up."

"this····"

In the nursing room, Harpy, who was affected by the explosion, was lying on the hospital bed, looking rosy, but he just couldn't wake up.

Tony was questioning the key doctor. Although his tone was not very agitated, everyone could tell that a fire was burning in his heart.

But this didn’t want him. After Xiaojiao had just slept with him in a separate room, he kept beating in the laboratory without any sleepiness. When he learned that Happy was actually affected by the explosion, he rushed to the hospital immediately. Only then did the picture just now appear.

Happy is not only his bodyguard, right-hand man, driver, but also his most important friend. To be honest, in terms of trust, Tony may have more trust in Happy than Watson.

"Mr. Stark, we will..."

Kacha~

Tony looked up when he heard the sound, Natasha opened the door and walked in, leaving two guards in black outside.

"Natasha, did Watson tell you about Happy?" Tony asked, pushing away and walking in front of her.

"Happy hasn't woken up yet?" Natasha looked at the hospital bed suspiciously, frowning slightly: "Watson obviously gave him the medicine, so there should be no problem."

"I know, but Happy just showed no signs of waking up, and I even slapped him."

"..."

At this time, the doctor who was left standing aside stood up and said weakly: "Could it be mental damage? Explosions can easily hurt the brain and cause mental suspended animation. He may..."

Hearing this, Tony suddenly turned his head, and a trace of anger appeared in his originally calm eyes: "You mean, a vegetable?"

"It's just a possibility, maybe we wait a little longer...he will wake up..."

The doctor who made the noise was obviously taken aback by Tony's gaze, and his tone became softer and softer. Natasha on the side shook her head slightly when she saw this scene. Stark was not very good in her impression, even if he Knowing that his performance during the Battle of New York also did not change, but now, she saw a different Stark, it seems that there are some reasons why Watson became friends with him.

"If Happy wakes up tell me right away, don't turn off the show on TV, Downton Abbey on PBS is Happy's favorite show.

Also, let everyone wear badges, Happy is very important to this, otherwise my people will not let you in. "

After Tony finished speaking, he walked out the door. When he reached the door, Natasha suddenly stopped him: "Tony, Watson asked me to ask you."

"what?"

"Need help?"

Tony was slightly taken aback,

Then he felt relieved. He knew the true meaning of this sentence, and he didn't know why. After getting to know Watson, he became one of the people who knew him best, and this time was no exception.

"No need, I can handle it."

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AIM Division.

More than an hour has passed, and the sky outside has begun to light up, and the solemn atmosphere can almost wring out water.

Watson just sat there with his eyes closed, drinking wine quietly, while Seven helped him pour it again and again, while Killian was a little uneasy making the next plan, how to avoid this plague god perfectly.

Suddenly, Watson opened his eyes, and the dragon eyes flashed away, and finally he sighed slightly.

"Turn on the TV."

"Uh... oh oh, good."

Seven was taken aback for a moment, then reacted quickly under Killian's gaze, and turned on the TV.

The two of them did not expect that the person who appeared above was an old acquaintance.

"We are awaiting Tony Stark's reaction to this matter."

"Come out, he's out!"

When Tony, who was wearing sunglasses, walked out of the hospital gate, a group of reporters all around immediately rushed forward.

"Mr. Stark, all signs indicate that this is another terrorist attack launched by the 'Mandarin'. How do you plan to deal with it?"

"Mr. Stark, will your friend, King of Dragons, Watson Dialante participate in this incident? Do you have any plans recently?"

"Mr. Stark, when can this bastard be killed? Can we talk about it?"

On the TV, Tony, who could no longer hold back his anger, turned around: "You want to know? Heh, I have a holiday greeting for the Mandarin. My name is Tony Stark. I'm not afraid of you. You're just a Coward, therefore, I will kill myself.

This has nothing to do with politics, it's just revenge, and it has nothing to do with dragons, because I have to let people like you know that on earth, apart from dragons, I can kill you, there is nothing else, just you and me!

My home address, 10880, Marbury Street, postal code 90625..."

The TV was still going on, but in the office, no one was paying attention to Tony.

Killian and Seven finally understood what the plague god was waiting for in front of him, and his attitude of waiting for Tony.

For now, it seems to be a good thing?

"Killian, what is your relationship with the Mandarin?"

"Ah? This...respected dragon king, in fact, we...have no connection at all."

Killian looked at Watson's expression and said carefully: "Actually, we are only developing the Extremis virus, but our original intention is to help those disabled people return to normal, but we need a lot of money, so... the Mandarin is one of our customers. One, we didn't know about the explosion."