Tony Stark reluctantly opened his sleepy eyes, his eyelids almost as heavy as glued. He heard someone calling his name. His brain was a little unconscious, his whole body was shaking, his waist was almost sore that it couldn't straighten up, and his breathing was quite struggling.

"What? Is it already morning?" he said in a daze, attracting a lot of laughter from men.

Tony finally opened his eyes. He realized that this was not his exaggerated bedroom, but a room made of blue bricks, with flashing incandescent lamps hanging above his head. Several young men were guarding the two doors of the room, and their heads were staring at Tony with a faint smile.

This guy is obviously the leader of these people. He is wearing a white suit with a distinct style and his tie is dark black. He looks thirty or forty years old, with a rosy complexion and smooth blonde hair that makes him look particularly energetic.

Tony spent several seconds confirming that he didn't recognize this guy, and he seemed to be tied to a wooden chair now.

"I think I must have had a hangover last night." Tony shook his head, "Okay, okay, you win, Qian asked Xiao Lajiao directly, he was my secretary. Oh, remember to remind me that I must fry my bodyguard director when I go back."

The man turned around and gave a wink to the others in the room: "Let me chat with Mr. Stark, who is 'respected'."

He deliberately took the word "respect" very seriously, and his words were filled with a strong sense of ridicule.

Tony looked at the black suits retreating one by one, leaving only the guy who was obviously the boss in front of him, and couldn't help but mutter: "Sorry, have we seen it?"

"The great Tony Stark's life is numerous, most of them are just small bugs, and of course they won't bother to remember it." The man said sarcastically, "of course I won't remember that night in Switzerland in 1999."

"Sorry, I can't remember what I ate for breakfast. But although I can't remember what she looks like, you are obviously not the modern girl who slept with me one night twenty years ago... Oh wait, are you her husband?"

The man frowned.

"My name is Aldridge Killian." The man finally began to lose patience.

"You said it as if it was Nixon, everyone should remember it."

Killian couldn't help but suddenly stepped forward and pinched Tony's chin, and the whole body from his arm to his face became red and hot. The blood vessels under his cheeks seemed to boil, and the flesh and blood seemed to be unable to contain the flames in his body, and it was about to spew out like a volcano at any time.

"Wow...you...you can spit fire...well, you won..."

Killian's eyes were burning: "That night in 1999, I met the great Tony Stark with my dreams and expectations. Mr. Stark warmly received me and told me to wait for him for five minutes and meet on the rooftop five minutes later. I used to believe it so stupidly, and I really thought that was the moment when my career was booming. Guess what happened?"

"Well...I unfortunately forgot that agreement?" Tony asked carefully.

"The great Tony Stark didn't take me seriously at all from beginning to end!" Killian stood up excitedly.

"If you just want my investment...we don't have to meet like this. Otherwise, why don't you help me untie this stupid rope, let's sit down and have a drink and talk about cooperation?"

Killian sneered.

"The interesting part is here-I don't want to invest now, Mr. Stark. Not long ago, I killed myself, and after that I was reborn and reborn. In a sense, you made me who I am today-" He came back, "-I just want to repay you."

At this time, on the highway.

The red convertible sports car was speeding on the highway at a speed that was far beyond the limit, like a horse that found its own plain, rushing along the highway indulgently. Other vehicles on the highway were left far behind when they flashed in sight. Compared with this crazy-speed sports car, they were simply like bicycles on the roadside.

Natasha's wild driving method scared Maya Hansen very much, while Eric looked commonplace, and sat calmly in the passenger seat against the airflow that was coming towards him like a whip, as natural as sitting on his own sofa.

"Will you not be revoked when driving like this?" Maya asked carefully.

Eric smiled: "Don't worry about this, she is not someone who cares about a driver's license...I even doubt whether she has a driver's license."

Maya couldn't help swallowing. Of course, she was not really worried about Natasha's driver's license, she was worried about her own life.

"Tell me about the current situation, Doctor." Natasha asked with the steering wheel and half-turned her head, "How is the positioning?"

Maya nodded, lifted the lid of the laptop on her knees, and said: "The characteristic of the desperate virus is that the host will release extraordinary high temperatures when its ability is activated. According to the experiment, the temperature is estimated to be more than 3,000 degrees, so it can be located with the help of the temperature monitoring of the satellite cluster, but the premise is that the host has activated its ability..."

She typing on the laptop keyboard with her fingers for a while, and a map of the top angle popped up quickly on the screen, scanning the temperature of all corners of the United States. After a moment, a large piece of it was covered in irregular red.

"The overall temperature in this area is abnormally high, and a hot signal similar to a desperate virus was monitored two days ago," Maya said. "But the scope is still relatively wide. I can't accurately locate it until the desperate virus works again."

After a moment of pause, she asked worriedly: "Stuck... Will he be fine tony?"

"You guys are very familiar?" Natasha asked.

"Not count." Maya smiled self-deprecatingly, "We have been together for a short while more than ten years ago... In Switzerland, of course he has forgotten me, and I shouldn't be surprised by this."

Eric laughed dryly, and it really had Stark's style.

"But we are very similar." Maya said lightly, "I can see the change he is trying to make. He is a great man. If he gets anything unexpected because of my fault..."

"Don't worry, ma'am, we'll save him back." Eric said, "I'm quite familiar with him. Believe me, he's very lucky."

At this time, a sirens like a bell colliding interrupted them, but it was from Maya's computer.

"Wait," Maya said loudly, "I discovered the reaction of the desperate virus!"

"Where?" Natasha asked.

“At...here!?”
Chapter completed!