Chapter 249: Ironman, The Genius Playboy Part 3

Chapter 249: Ironman, The Genius Playboy Part 3

The next day, in Stark's private mansion.

After a night of madness, Tony finally failed to complete the goal he had set.

Ten supermodels who had agreed to the appointment almost used all their strength to squeeze this playboy dry.

Just a little bit more...

Tony didn't die of palladium poisoning, but died in the soft land.

Time passed until noon.

The bright sunlight shone through the French window and the sound of the sea hitting the reef woke Tony who had been tired for a night.

Tony opened his eyes and found two beautiful legs on his belly. He looked sideways and saw ten hot supermodels lying on the bed.

Tony rubbed his aching old waist and felt his throat burning and dry. He moved his legs away and drank the rest of the wine.

"Sir, Ms. Natasha is here." Jarvis' voice came from the room and projected the image.

In the image.

The vehicle with S. H. I. E. L. D.'s special logo was parked at the door. Natasha was holding a huge iron box in her hand. There were more than a dozen agent around, who were responsible for escorting the mission target.

"Got it. Tell her to wait for me downstairs." Stark rubbed his tired cheeks and casually put on a silk nightgown. Then he yawned and said, "Jarvis, make me a cup of coffee and arrange for them to leave."

"Understood, sir." Jarvis said.

They' referred to the ten supermodels.

They could have a one-night stand with the famous Iron Man and had a lot of US dollars to comfort them afterwards. The benefits were enough to make these supermodels shut their mouths and leave. Check for new stories on novelbin(.)c0m

There was nothing in the world that could not be done with money. If there was, it meant that there was not enough money. This sentence could be said to be Tony Stark. The philosophy and reality of the first half of his life.

...

Natasha sat alone on the sofa, holding a huge iron box that was half a meter long. When she saw Tony come down from upstairs with his hands on his old waist, she teased, "It seems that our playboy played very crazily last night?"

Tony's attention was all attracted by the iron box. He ignored Natasha's sarcasm, swallowed his saliva, and said excitedly, "Is this... the information he left behind?"

Natasha turned around, a trace of doubt flashing through her attractive eyes, "What's wrong?"

Tony gritted his teeth and finally decided to ask, "Anton Vanko... what is going on with him and my father?"

Ivan Vanko slandered that his father was a despicable villain who stole the research results of his father, Anton Vanko. He also drove Anton Vanko out of the United States, causing Anton Vanko, who had returned to the Soviet Union, to be regarded as a spy and imprisoned in the Siberian Prison for the rest of his life.

He wanted to understand this matter!

Was his father, Howard Stark, such a person?

"Anton Vanko is the other side of the coin."

Natasha saw through Tony's thoughts and relayed the director's words, "He and your father worked together to develop the initial reactor, but he wanted to use this technology for money, so your father drove him out of the country."

"When the Soviet Union found out that he had no theories and could not practice them, they sent him to the Siberian Prison. For the next twenty years, which made him more and more angry and blamed all the mistakes on your father."

"I understand."

Tony took a deep breath and closed his eyes. His mood was a little complicated.

He could not tell who was right and who was wrong in this matter.

But one thing was certain. Anton Vanko did participate in the design of the ark reactor and did a lot of work in it. However, he did not expect that Howard Stark had hidden a key piece of information, causing him to lack a part of the theory and be unable to create the reactor alone. He was imprisoned in Siberia by the angry Soviet Union.

"By the way, Mr. Howard also said something."

Natasha walked out of the door and suddenly turned around. "Your father once said that you were the only one who had a way and knowledge to complete his unfinished business."

Tony turned his back to Natasha and slowly opened his eyes. He said with a complicated look, "Did he say that?"

"So, are you the person Mr. Howard spoke of?" Natasha said lightly, "If so, I hope that you can bear the responsibility that Mr. Howard has not completed and start a new era."

"Hehe..."

Tony let out a long breath, as if he had spat out all the questions that had been buried in his heart for many years, "Tell your director that I owe him a favor."

"I will convey it on your behalf."

Natasha lifted the hair on her temples, turned around, and walked out of Stark's mansion.