Chapter 161 Tony’s tsundere!
"Hey man, we can talk."

"Shhh."

The gunman stopped Tony Stark from speaking.

"What do you want, money? Maybe I can give you some, and I'll make sure you never have to worry about anything in your life."

Tony continued to speak without giving up.

The gunman who controlled Tony shook his head and said, "Don't even think about asking me for mercy. I can assure you that I don't have that thing. Now, stand up slowly."

His other hand reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out a piece of wire: a cable tie.

"You'd better come with me to the car honestly, and then get in, and we--"

"Bang! Bang!"

Two consecutive gunshots were heard from behind the hotel.

Tony was startled, but he knew he was not dead because he could still hear his own heartbeat like thunder.

When the gunshots rang out, the tall and strong gunman shuddered all over, but it was not enough to say that he flinched.

He first frowned slightly, then turned his head to look to the side, his eyes like an eagle seeing a mouse.

It seemed that his bodyguard had exchanged fire with another gunman.

The timing is perfect!
Tony hastily reached into his bag and pulled out a dagger.

Ever since the last attack at the airport, he has started carrying weapons with him.

Although I want to carry a pistol, it is very inconvenient.

So the next best thing is to bring a dagger.

With a deft flick of the hand, the blade extended.

Then Thor Stark stabbed the opponent's thigh with a knife.

The gunshot went off, but Tony's head was no longer under the gun.

He used his extensive experience as an amateur boxer to punch the other man's gun hand hard.

The gun went off again.

He heard the bullet whizzing past his ear and hitting the ground not far from his head.

But it didn't matter anymore, because the pistol flew out of the other person's hand and landed ten feet away in the parking lot.

Tony didn't dare to delay for a moment, he got up and ran.

The instinct for survival drove him to try his best.

Fuck!
While running, he felt anxious and thought, "I should have made the imagined armor in time."

Otherwise, all my belongings and the rest of my life will be ruined here.

Turn back, turn quickly - two more gunshots.

The gunman had already picked up the pistol.

Tony Stark felt a bullet flying past his scalp.

"boom!"

Another shot!
As he ducked and ran behind a car, a bullet struck an oak tree next to him, sending up a shower of debris.

"Phone, phone!"

Tony Stark muttered to himself and wanted to take out his cell phone to call for help.

But he found that his cell phone was lost during the escape.

"Shet!"

Cursing inwardly, he could only hide behind a car.

There were shadows everywhere in the distance, and the dense branches and leaves blocked the moonlight.

Taking advantage of the moment when the night turned dark, Tony ran to the other side of the block.

The crowded and messy neighborhood was suitable for him to hide his body.

As he fled into the alley, he was hit hard in the face.

Suddenly the world was spinning, and I lost my balance and fell to the ground.

The surroundings fell into complete darkness.

Tony Stark suddenly opened his eyes.

It was still pitch black around him. He touched his head and his hands were immediately covered in blood.

With the help of the dim moonlight, he saw a vague outline above his head.

Shit, I hit the sign!
Annoyed, he wanted to stand up, but suddenly he heard their footsteps and even their breathing.

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped.

A few seconds later, there was movement in the darkness.

Footsteps, running footsteps, came straight towards him.

Tony Stark quickly stood up and ran forward, and the man followed closely behind him.

While running, he seemed to feel the breath on the back of his neck, and a pair of hands seemed to be reaching out from behind, with teeth about to bite the flesh on his shoulder.

No, this is not the sound of human breathing at all!

Tony, with his pupils constricted, stopped abruptly.

Then look back tremblingly!
A black alien was standing behind him, its pointed spindle-shaped head reaching towards him.

The creature was filled with the breath of death and destruction, with saliva in its mouth, as if it was going to swallow his head in the next second.

Tony swallowed his saliva and felt that his luck was terrible. He had just escaped from the gunman's pursuit, and now he fell into the hands of this monster.

He has seen how powerful this thing is.

Even creatures like werewolves are no match for it.

"Hey there."

Although he didn't know whether the other party could understand him, Tony still tried to communicate with him.

"You don't mind if I leave, do you? I'm actually an animal lover, and I've donated a lot of money to animal protection organizations in New York City, so."

"Roar!"

Before Tony could finish, the "Queen" roared.

Tony was startled and immediately raised his hands.

"OK! I surrender!"

The anxious "Queen" was about to bite Tony.

But soon it seemed to receive some instructions and its emotions immediately stabilized.

The murderous aura in his eyes seemed to have faded a lot.

Just as Tony exhaled, he heard a voice behind him.

"You seem a little flustered, Mr. Stark."

Hearing this familiar voice, Tony Stark turned around.

Sure enough, the guy who made him feel upset because he stood him up was standing in front of him.

"Spider-Man?!"

"You seem a little surprised to see me here."

Peter walked towards him slowly, and the "Queen" quickly walked to Peter's side and stood quietly beside him.

"Yes, besides being surprised, I was also a little itchy. Do you know why?"

Without waiting for Peter to answer, he continued, "Because the bump on my forehead hurts terribly, and the wound on my cheek from the gun barrel is not idle either. It itches and hurts, like a hungry caterpillar gnawing at a tempting big apple. Of course, this apple is my face."

Although the current situation is not very good, he still has the mood to make a joke.

"That. Ahem."

He pointed to the "Queen" next to Peter and asked Peter: "Is that your follower? Do you mind me using the word follower?"

"will not."

Peter replied, looking at Tony Stark's uncomfortable expression.

Yes, Tony Stark is feeling uncomfortable.

It seems like this guy saved himself again?

Of course, the premise is that he won't let his "followers" bite him.

Although I wanted to say a few words to criticize the guy who stood me up, I felt it was inappropriate.

In this contradiction, he felt that he was about to laugh at the other party.

Something was eager to be released from his body, just like a person is eager to pop a red, immature pimple, and the urge to watch it spray pus is irresistible.

"Did you see those two gunmen just now? Don't tell me your henchmen have eaten them?"

Resisting the urge to squeeze the pimple, Tony Stark asked Peter.

"You can go and see for yourself."

Peter said he could go outside and take a look.

"Thank you for the offer."

Tony naturally didn't look at it. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Anyway, man, you helped me again. This time we are even."

"What's even?"

Peter didn't understand why this guy had such a strange way of thinking.

"You stood me up last time, but you helped me this time, so we're even now. I mean, we're old acquaintances. Next time you run into any trouble, you can come to me directly."

Tony felt that his temper had really improved a lot.

I can actually talk to the other person so calmly.

"That's good."

Peter pretended to think about it and said, "I heard that a human historical relic was discovered in the copper mine of the Valen Mining Company, and you are also planning to form an expedition team."

Tony looked a little unnatural when he heard Peter say that.

Last time at the press conference, I seemed to have said that the expedition team wanted to exclude Spider-Man.

"Yes, are you interested?"

He glanced at the alien beside Peter.

"I have to explain, man, what I said in the last press conference didn't really count, you know, reporters are always good at creating contradictions."

Tony pretended to be sincere and said to Peter: "If you want to join in, I'd welcome you."

"No, actually, I want to recommend someone to you, Mr. Stark."

Peter reached out and stroked the Queen's head and said to Tony.

"Who?"

"You can call her Ms. Helen."

(End of this chapter)