Marvel turns into Iron Man

Chapter 294 Chapter 293 First Contact

The one who appeared next to him was obviously a woman he didn't know.

The woman has a very charming face, and the clothes on her body look expensive and elegant.

What interests him most is that this is a white woman.

Eric's nose caught a hint of danger.

This is a black neighborhood that dares to come alone after dark to black people.

She was the woman who dared to come to this black bar alone.

If it's not that she has a brain problem, it's that she has enough confidence to dare to appear here.

In other words, this woman should be that extremely dangerous type.

It was also because of this that she would talk to herself.

Eric was lost in thought, wondering where he had seen this woman before.

To be honest, there is not much impression, but there is an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

But when Eric was lost in thought, there would always be some unscrupulous guys coming up to make trouble.

"Hey girl, this is not the place for you."

From the other side of the bar, a drunk black guy came up from the cubicle.

And this guy was also the first to break the silence of the bar.

The woman just stared at him quietly, and then cast her eyes on the old man behind the bar.

"To be honest, it's not easy for me to run a bar for so long, so why don't you show consideration for me as an old man?"

Old Bob cursed and stretched out his hand to push the few banknotes back in front of the woman.

"So—you know who I am?"

The woman stared at the old black man with a look of interest on her face.

"Obviously I'm not dreaming, and there's nothing wrong with my eyes."

And saw the young black guy who was left alone stretching out his salty pig's hand to the woman who didn't seem to know.

Old Bob leaned over the bar directly, and opened the drunk man's hand aside.

"Go away, Penny, if you don't want to die!"

The drunk man was a little dazed by the old man's reaction, and then he seemed to stand there thinking for a long time before suddenly realizing it.

"Okay, old man, let me meddle in my own business."

The boy spread his hands and turned around, talking in a daze.

However, no matter how he walked, he was wobbly and looked like he was about to fall to the ground.

God knows what that young man had in mind, but it has nothing to do with the three people at the bar.

"You said you wanted to buy me a drink, do we know each other?"

After a long time, Eric finally started to ask the woman.

"I'm afraid you don't know me by the way you look, but I've noticed you for a long time."

The woman said without looking back, her eyes still fell on Old Bob's face.

Old Bob was a little helpless, and brought her a cocktail glass from the side and mixed a Margarita for her.

"Are you with the NSA or the FBI, as I said I'm retired."

Eric sighed, but still stared at the woman beside him.

"Not at all. Seeing her coming to you, I thought you had hooked up with her."

Old Bob said while shaking the metal flagon.

"It looks like you know her old man, tell me who she is."

"Seriously, you really don't know her?"

"I don't know it, it just feels familiar, but I can't remember it."

"She's a big shot, the kind of big shot you can't imagine."

Compared with Eric, who often went to the war zone in Afghanistan, at least old Bob often watched TV at home.

It was also because of this that the old man dared to be sure who the woman who appeared in front of him was.

"So, this big lady, what exactly are you looking for from me?"

"If you're not going to say anything, then I'm going home."

It seemed that she could see that the other party didn't intend to tell her her name.

Eric just replied flatly, and then planned to stand up and leave.

But he didn't expect that this woman didn't intend to stay and have a good chat at all.

"Honestly, there's nothing—"

"I'm just going to see you, nothing more."

The woman stood up from the chair with a smile, and left directly.

The cocktails on the bar counter were untouched, and the owner wasn't even asked for the money back.

She came over like a gust of wind, and then left like a gust of wind indifferently.

All this made Eric feel a little dazed and confused.

The muffled sound of a sports car engine sounded outside the door of the bar.

Eric saw only two red lights streak across the street and then disappeared.

"Old man, tell me, who is she?"

He admitted that this strange woman had left traces in his heart.

That weird familiar yet unfamiliar feeling really made him feel a little panicked.

"As I said, she's a big, big, big shot."

"I can't even figure out why on earth she's here at this time."

"But you want to know her name, well—"

The old man brought back the glass of margarita and drank it down.

As if he had finally made up his mind, he finally pronounced the name.

"Her name is Natasha Stark, and she is the owner of the Stark Industries Group."

It was only now that Eric realized where his familiar feeling came from.

He remembered a mission he had encountered during his service.

It is the search and rescue of a female arms dealer from the United States——

It can be seen that the military is very concerned about the safety of the woman.

And that face is exactly the same as the bounty picture I got.

I have been busy in the desert of Afghanistan for two months, but there is no news.

When I saw it again, she had already returned to the United States.

Eric also knew why he felt a little uncomfortable looking at that face.

The news I saw was that it took her a week to escape.

In other words, my frantic search in the desert for two months was a waste of time.

"No wonder I feel... about that woman."

Eric said, threw the drink money to the old man and left the bar.

"Miss, why don't you choose to ask him to have a good chat?"

The sports car drove along the streets of downtown Oakland towards the direction of the interstate highway.

But Jarvis' puzzled voice also appeared in the surround sound system of the sports car.

"There is no rush in such a thing, my dear."

"He has started to pay attention to me, which means—"

Miss Stark smiled dumbly at the question Jarvis asked.

"Does it mean that the fish will soon take the bait, miss."

Miss Stark didn't reply, she just drove quietly on the country road.

PS:

I'm trying to dig extensively --

It also means that the quality of the update is not guaranteed.

Anyway, you just take a quick look and close it (quietly)