The Death Knell

The most intuitive manifestation of the post-war American economy is that there are more vehicles on the streets than before.

The sound of the engine, the honking and swearing caused by the traffic jam forced him to roll up the car window.

Maybe in a few years, New York City will begin to build overpasses or underground tunnels, but traffic has indeed been a big problem in recent years.

Howard's Stark Industries headquarters is in Manhattan. It's a terrible place. During the morning rush hour, cars move at a snail's pace on the road.

Su Ming couldn't remember the last time he drove, but today Ginjiu had to do other things, and Howard was mysterious, so it was better to drive by himself.

But now it seems that it would be better to ride a bicycle, or have the adjutant copy the helicopter.

Su Ming held the steering wheel, smoking and thinking about things. The luxurious black car moved slowly along with the traffic. It had been a long time since he took a walk on the street, and the streets had changed a lot.

At this moment, he saw Howard walking over from the sidewalk. It seemed that he had calculated Su Ming's route and was waiting for him on the only way.

Howard first looked around like a thief, and covered his face and mustache with the collar of his coat, looking particularly guilty.

After checking again and again, he opened the passenger door and got into the car.

Not because he felt safe, but on the contrary, because the drivers at the back of the traffic were honking their horns wildly, as if they were about to get out of their cars and beat him.

"I should have asked you to pick me up in Long Island. Manhattan is a hell in the morning."

Su Ming saw Howard's suspicious actions, but did not ask about it. Instead, just like the British talked about the weather, the New Yorkers talked about the traffic conditions.

"I agree with you, but not today. We are going to Westchester, which happens to be in two directions from Long Island." Howard's mustache curled up, and he re-tucked the tie that had come out of his suit.

"Did you stay at the company again yesterday?" Su Ming gently stepped on the accelerator and the car slowly started to slide.

"You have reserved a suite for yourself on the top floor of your company. I think it's good, so I also live on the top floor of my company. But the transportation in Manhattan is really inconvenient. I have to consider buying a suite in Los Angeles, just by the sea." Howard calmed down. The collar of his coat seemed to relax as he leaned back on the seat and let out a breath.

"Malibu Beach?" Su Ming glanced at him.

"How do you know?" Howard showed a surprised expression. Did he just have this idea and was guessed?

Su Ming put the cigarette case in front of him and let him take it, and yawned: "There are many stars in Hollywood living there. I bet you want to have a fateful encounter with some beauties."

"I found that you really understand me." Howard pinched his chin and thought for a while: "But you have to know that it is impossible for a man to be with a man. It is useless for you to pay attention to me, but I still decided to live in Long Island. Buy a piece of land and we’ll be neighbors.”

"Get lost."

Su Ming made a gesture to stop the car.

"No, it's just a joke. I saw your new secretary last time. I didn't expect that old man Gin to have such a beautiful granddaughter. You hide it so well."

Howard pulled on the door handle, as if he was afraid of being thrown out.

"Stop talking nonsense, you are looking for me to be prettier than someone else's secretary, right?" Facing Howard's lewd expressions and movements, Su Ming's heart showed no fluctuation, and she even wanted to laugh.

"You don't have a bug in your car, do you?" Howard calmed down his sleazy look and became serious.

"No, I have a dedicated person responsible for the inspection." Su Ming shook his head. He would check it again by himself, and then let the strangler check it again: "I don't want to sit on a car bomb one day, like a Sherman crew Died in an iron coffin."

"So your company's 'Iron Wall' self-propelled anti-tank gun is just a big metal lump with nothing but defense?" Howard went off topic again.

"Then you should ask the crew who have driven the Iron Wall, are they willing to trade the Iron Wall for a Sherman?" Su Ming showed a smile. Sometimes there are advantages to going slowly on the battlefield: "At least I kept the boys alive. Instead of returning to the battlefield covered with a national flag, I don’t care how many people they kill with my tank, it would be best if they kill no one.”

Howard showed a surprised expression. He looked Su Ming up and down: "How come I never knew you were a pacifist?"

"The war is over, my friend. The enemies on the battlefield in the past are now our customers. If you kill one more person back then, you will earn one less person's money now. For the company, this is a loss."

Su Ming turned the knob of the radio. The traffic jam was really annoying. He wanted to listen to jazz.

Germany is now divided, and West Germany, as a member of the capitalist countries, has to accept "aid" from the United States, which means opening up import and export to the maximum extent and becoming one of the dumping grounds for products.

Former enemies can now drink from Skywalker and enjoy most of Wilson Enterprises' products, and Deutsche Marks are also money.

"Damn it, West Germany still hasn't let arms exports go. My recent activities have had no results at all. The military takes this very seriously."

Howard said helplessly, looking at the traffic outside the car window, watching the black snow pouring out from under the wheels of the car in front, and the car exhaust quickly dissipating.

Su Ming scratched his eyebrows with his nails and flicked the ashes into the ashtray.

"Is this why you are looking for me? Let's first say that I do have a good relationship with the military and can help you with activities, but there is no guarantee that it will be effective. General Pershing died in August, and his faction was in chaos. MacArthur Being the emperor of Japan while Eisenhower is preparing to run for the next president, it is impossible for most people to participate in your 'risk investment'."

"You might as well run for president, and then find a way to issue me a special executive order or something."

Howard complained uninterestedly that he was actually not very interested in making money. He was a scientist and inventor, and he sold arms just to make money for himself to engage in personal hobbies, such as praising actresses and so on.

"Why don't you go? After all, this country still belongs to businessmen. If you run for election, the military is not our opponent."

Su Ming retorted, saying that the President of the United States can be said to be the least powerful president. In fact, he is just the spokesperson of big businessmen.

Oil companies, bankers, car tycoons, basically all of these people take turns behind the president, but the consortium is different.

If Wilson Enterprises and Stark Industries join forces, and Su Ming uses some underhanded tactics, it will not be much harder to praise a president than it is to praise an actress.

"I'm going to be the president? I don't even know how many ex-girlfriends I have." Howard refused immediately. He had no such idea at all: "Can you imagine if I became the president and went abroad to visit, all the people who came to pick me up at the airport were my ex-girlfriends. What kind of scene will it be?”

"I thought you were worried about illegitimate children."

"Am I that stupid? I won't let a woman with ulterior motives get pregnant. That involves inheritance rights and a lot of things." Howard shook his head, he knew it well.

"Why do you always take the topic so far unintentionally? Talent?" Su Ming didn't want to chat anymore, he simply asked Howard what was going on.

"Okay, are you sure your car is safe?"

Howard started talking and immediately started looking around suspiciously, like a thief.

"Forget it, I'm going back." Su Ming turned on the turn signal.

"No, I said, do you know about mutants?" Howard's voice became smaller and smaller, and in the end it was almost inaudible.

"Oh? Why do you ask that?" Su Ming asked calmly.

"The rumors I heard are just rumors. Dr. Xavier's son, Charles Jr., is a suspected mutant. Now someone is planning to capture him for experiments."

"SSR? The Howling Commandos were in charge?"

"Walter? No, not SSR. Dr. It's other forces." Howard shook his head like a rattle and scratched his chin hard.

"Zora told you."

"Well, he is really a genius. He is very knowledgeable about energy and biology, and he is Swiss. He has his own channels, and he told me the news."

"Well, I guess the channel is a skeleton that spit out a bunch of octopus tentacles. Howard, you're playing with fire. It's not a good idea to be associated with those crazy people during a sensitive period."

"Hydra is finished. Maybe a former Hydra agent is now a private detective or street informant? Like you said, the war is over."

Howard touched his mustache, raised his chin and rubbed it with his fingers.

Su Ming took a deep breath. He really wanted to pry open Howard's skull with a big sword to see if there were women's butts and Nako inside.

"A down-and-out Hydra agent becomes a private detective, starts a new life in a chaotic place like the United States, and then crosses dozens of insurance channels to deliver information to Zola? Cut off one head and two will grow, aren't they? Just kidding, as long as there are people on Earth, Hydra will not be finished.”

Su Ming can do business with Hydra, and so can Howard, but this relationship cannot be exposed. This is not allowed by current society.

Dr. Zola was under house arrest in the SSR, and even when he went to the toilet, he was watched. How he learned about the outside world and told Howard the news was the real big problem.

"Hey, listen to me, okay? I know everything you said, but what benefit can Zola bring to him by telling me this news?" Howard came closer and looked at Su Ming very sincerely: "He is now every day His stool was tested to prevent him from committing suicide with chronic poison, and what about him? He just wanted to do something good and save the family of another scientist colleague, and I think he did the right thing."

"Howard." Su Ming also turned around and looked at him sincerely.

"Huh?" Howard blinked.

"You're really going to be killed like this, even I can't save you!" Su Ming said viciously, spraying spit on Howard's face.

"Bah, bah, bah, you are older than me. Old man, if you have time to worry about me, you might as well choose the coffin wood as soon as possible." Howard took out a handkerchief and wiped it on his face, but he didn't know that it was just smoothing it out.

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