Marvel turns into Iron Man

Chapter 480 The Kidnapping by Jarvis

In the luxuriously decorated reception room, a man in a navy blue western-style formal suit was sitting on the sofa against the wall.

The man, who was no more than 40 years old in appearance, looked obviously a little embarrassed at this time, with a nervous expression all over his face.

Even though there were exquisitely made snacks and hot coffee with a wisp of smoke on the coffee table in front of the sofa, he still didn't move.

The suit that was not very close-fitting was pushed up by his slightly protruding belly, making him look a little tight.

His name is Charles Hinton, and he just entered the fund investment management department of the disaster control company treasury department just this morning.

He got a job that everyone around him would envy, a CFA Chartered Financial Analyst.

This morning, he was just a securities broker working for a securities firm on Wall Street.

A securities broker who receives instructions from customers, is responsible for purchasing the securities that customers want, and acts as an intermediary between the two parties of the transaction to earn the difference.

My daily task is to open and close accounts for clients, take a look at my own stock pool by the way, and pay attention to the industry situation.

Although it sounds tall, it is actually not much different from the employees of ordinary commercial companies.

With a commission, there is no guarantee, no five insurances and one housing fund, and no benefits.

It was a very ordinary morning. When Charles dragged his tired body to the office and turned on the computer, everything was the same as usual.

Until an e-mail was sent to his personal e-mail - not his work e-mail, but his own e-mail.

It is true that the letter sent to the personal mailbox during working hours is very strange, but Charles still chooses to open it.

Anyway, I just went to work, and the manager didn't come over, so what can I do if I check my mailbox a little bit.

Thinking in this way, Charles opened the e-mail sent to his e-mail.

【Mr. Charles Hinton, due to your excellent work ability and excellent personal qualities, we are very pleased to invite you to join us】

In fact, it was an ordinary-looking offer, just like those spam and scam emails I saw in the past.

It's just that it's signed by a large international listed enterprise group - DODC disaster management and control company.

The text description is very short, and the time and place of the interview are also written, which seems to be very complete.

However, Charles still threw it into the recycling site, and then started a new day of work without paying attention.

Just kidding, how could such a big company send me an offer? These scammers don't know how to be smart about deceiving people.

Just use the name of the company. Are you really not afraid that the big boss behind the scenes will clean up the fraud gangs in the entire New York area in a fit of anger?

But Charles obviously didn't think about what the liar company would do after he rejected this so-called liar company.

In other words, Miss Stark personally voted for the offer, just how unacceptable it is to be rejected.

At [-]:[-] in the morning, the business hall of a securities company outside Wall Street was blasted.

The physical terror attack, shattered glass and even smashed a parasol outside the coffee shop downstairs of the securities firm.

And all of this came from a Mark-7 steel armor that fell from the sky and smashed the glass curtain wall.

Those who passed by were so frightened that they didn't call 911 on their mobile phones.

Iron Armor walked into the chaotic business hall as if no one was there.

The identification device installed on the visor naturally caught Mr. Charles Hinton who was stunned behind his desk for the first time.

At this moment, Charles still hadn't realized what happened, but why would Iron Armor care about this.

It walked over slowly, stood in front of Charles, and opened a gap from it.

The other hand pulled Charles up from the chair without hesitation, pushed it into his body, and closed it again.

And when the New York City police officers patrolling Wall Street in the downtown area noticed the commotion here, they came downstairs to the securities company.

What was waiting for them was still the Mark-7, the golden and red steel armor, which flew into the sky from the inside of the building without any delay.

How could the offer sent by Miss Stark be so easy to reject?

Jarvis meticulously carried out the order she left behind [Even if he is knocked out and tied back, I have to get him here].

When Charles deleted the email casually, Jarvis had already directly transferred the Iron Armor from the underground storage.

When he was taken away by that armor, Jarvis immediately wrote a resignation letter in his own capacity and sent it to the boss of the securities company.

Afterwards, Charles Hinton's entry procedures, as well as the employees' five social insurances, one housing fund and company benefits were completed in the first place.

Mr. Charles experienced a peculiar kidnapping under unclear circumstances.

Then he lost his job in a daze, and became an employee of the disaster management company in the afternoon.

This dream-like life experience in the eyes of ordinary people can make people blow for a lifetime.

But when Charles heard that the big boss of the company wanted to see him, he was really completely at a loss.

"Sorry, I've been waiting for a long time, please forgive me, the recent things are really a bit busy."

The luxurious-looking unknown mahogany door of the reception room was opened.

Miss Stark, who changed into a dark black women's business suit, stepped on a pair of three-inch high heels and slowly stepped into it.

"What happened in the morning is really... I apologize for this kidnapping-like rough behavior, which was not my intention."

"Actually, I should be the first to welcome you, but there are some things that have tripped me up and made me unable to get away."

"But now, Mr. Charles, do you want a better job?"

Miss Stark sat on the sofa opposite Charles without hesitation, and threw the document in her hand in front of him.

She said a lot of words in a row, and successfully made the seed of the prophet she had long been optimistic about show a bewildered expression.

What the hell is a better job? Didn't I just join a disaster management company today out of nowhere?

Is this a test for the new boss, to test my concentration on temptation or something else?

Facing Miss Stark, Charles hesitated again.