Chapter 12

"What? Keep your voice up, my side is very noisy! "

"We have found Tony Stark and are sending him back to the US military base!" Cried Gideon, almost thrusting the telephone into his mouth.

"Oh, OK, just send it back. Remember to ask stark to reimburse the bill. I still have something on my side!" With these words, Fisher hung up the phone, joked, and sent stark home. Is it important to shoot with his sister? These men are really not good at being human. Later, they ordered the commander of the real son, Cormac, to deduct the team's year-end bonus!

On the other side, in the wide cabin of the Black Hawk helicopter, Rhodes and stark are looking at each other.

"What's your boss doing? I heard gunshots?" Rhodes is curious.

"Isn't it an activity of the rifle association these days? The old man in the boss's house is good, so they should be at the meeting!"

"Rifle association? Why do they never invite me to their activities? " Stark was as surprised as if he had heard a new term.

"Because they don't have models and rum, but a bunch of women and beer, and you shouldn't be popular!" Rhodes leaned on the bulkhead and said sarcastically.

"Why? It's not that I haven't shot! "

"No, no, no, you don't understand. Those who go there to play with guns are all kinds of gun lovers. They just feel the charm of shooting, not to show off their weapons!" Rhodes changed his cocked legs and said, "and your top priority now is to hurry home and cultivate yourself, not to participate in any activities!"

"Well, I miss the taste of cheeseburger!"

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"What's the matter? What's the matter with the company? "

"It's okay, that's what stark was found!"

"Oh, I'll continue with why it's a big deal!"

"OK, let's go!" Fisher hurled four ceramic targets filled with colored powder into the distant sky.

Then the old father standing next to him raised his Mossberg M590 shotgun and quickly fired, loaded, fired, loaded.

After four shots, four groups of red smoke exploded in the air, and the crowd watching immediately burst into cheers.

"You want one?" Asked father Fisher, raising Mossberg.

"No, I don't like pumping! Isn't semi-automatic good? " Fisher refused Mossberg and took out his M1014 from the box.

"Start, time!" The staff on one side pressed the timer, and then Fisher rushed into the shooting range. The roaring shotgun broke seven targets in a few seconds. Then Fisher lifted his clothes, pulled out a shotgun from the bullet feeder tied around his waist, filled the magazine from the shell mouth, loaded it, and smashed the last target.

"Seven seconds 31!"

"How's it going, isn't it?" Fisher blew proudly at the still steaming muzzle of the gun.

"Yes, let's go. Let's go somewhere else!"

As an annual event for shooting enthusiasts, the rifle association naturally can not hold a free shooting activity. In fact, it can only be regarded as a warm-up.

Because strictly speaking, "don't worry, nothing will happen!" John wick smiled and patted his wife's hand. Just before he was ready to compete, the mobile phone suddenly rang around his waist.

"Sorry, I have something to do. Let's make an appointment next time!" Seeing a string of mysterious codes on the mobile phone screen, John wick said sorry to several challengers and took his wife to leave.

"Mr. John wick?"

"Are you?" Looking at the young man in front of him, John wondered.

"I'm the CEO of atlas!" Fisher handed over a business card. "I appreciate your shooting skills, just like art. Are you interested in being a spokesman for our civilian weapons?"

"Spokesperson?" John wick looked at the special font gilded on the business card and was quite moved. You should know that being a killer is not as beautiful as ordinary people think. In and out of a sports car, it is necessary to assassinate the target, lie far away, take a sniper gun and finish it in a BIU. From the beginning of receiving the order, the killer should find out the target's hobbies and travel rules, the number of bodyguards, security loopholes, etc. the most important thing is that sometimes the employer will ask to disguise the assassination as an accident, And the killer is really not a very glorious career, so even Wick's wife only knows that her husband is an actuary of Continental Hotel in New York, but doesn't know that he is a killer.

"Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Fisher. I have something urgent now. I'll seriously consider your proposal. Now I have to go and offend!" John wick put away his business card solemnly. After nodding with Fisher, he took his wife and ran quickly to the parking lot.

Fisher didn't think so. He called John wick only because he liked kenu Reeves in his last life.

"Maybe I can take a picture that day!"

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After Tony Stark returned to New York, there was an uproar soon. All kinds of media gathered in stark building like smelling bloody sharks, waiting for his arrival.

"I want to close the weapons R & D Department of stark industries!"

Stark's words were thrown into a calm pond like a stone. Obadya's heart shrank and almost pulled out.

After hearing this, the reporters' eyes lit up, and all kinds of problems jumped out one after another.

"Mr. stark, I heard that you were attacked by weapons made by Stark industry in the Middle East. Is this true?"

"Mr. stark, I heard that you escaped by seducing the terrorist boss. Is this true?"

Obadaiya frowned at the reporter who asked questions. After discovering that he was just a reporter of entertainment news tabloids, even before he spoke, two big armed security guards threw this guy out.

Stark himself ignored these reporters at all, and left the hall after finishing his plan.

"Listen to me, Tony. I know you've suffered a lot, but we don't have to close the weapons production line! This is the backbone of Stark's industry! " Obadya was worried. The weapon industry was his lifeblood. He and Howard founded it together at the beginning. Now Stark's sentence is about to be closed. Obadya even broke up on the spot and strangled Stark's heart.

"You know, obadya, what did I meet there? Countless innocent people died under the weapons I developed. They could have been very happy! " Stark stopped and turned to look into obadya's eyes.

"Then we can build a foundation and donate some money. Didn't you want to set up a charity foundation some time ago? I'll help you go to the board of directors. We can also contact the giant God and ask them to send mercenaries to eliminate those terrorists. All these are OK, but it's really unnecessary to close the weapons R & D department!" Obadya even began to beg stark to withdraw his previous speech.

"No, obadya, the weapons R & D department must be closed!" Tony Stark's tone was firm and irresistible.

"Well, since this is your plan!" Obadaiya was stunned in place, his eyes gradually cold. Then he turned to the exit of the building and took out his mobile phone.

"Prepare the plane, I'm going to Afghanistan, right, right now, right now!"