Just look at the deal he made with Tony; even though they were now considered friends, a deal was still a deal, business was business. Fury and Tony's relationship was lukewarm, and the reward Fury offered Tony certainly wouldn't be small.
"You don't need to ask about the reward he gave me." Tony immediately changed the subject, "First tell me, are you still planning to investigate this matter? After all, I also have a mission, and investigating with you would increase efficiency."
"Yeah, that's good. I'll have it easier with you." Steve nodded, trusting Tony's abilities. With his help, the investigation would speed up.
It was already night. Tony's former bodyguard, now the Head of Security for Stark Industries, Happy Hogan, was currently tailing Tony's confidant, Pepper Potts, to the Chinese Theater.
The surrounding buildings were a mix of red and white. Happy stood in a corner, carefully observing Pepper's every move.
"Let's see what you're up to." Happy snorted. Yesterday, he had seen the crippled scientist who had been tricked by Tony twenty-two years ago, the man named Dr. Yinsen, now tall and handsome, and his lame leg was completely healed.
And he had also gone to Stark Industries to seek cooperation, showing Tony his latest scientific research results, the "Extremis" that could repair the body through the central nervous system.
At that time, sensing something was wrong, Happy immediately reported the situation to Tony, but Tony was busy tinkering with his armor and didn't pay any attention to Happy.
So now, <> was following <> with the intention of uncovering <>'s conspiracy. <> walked over to a small stall selling sunglasses and used the mirrored lenses to observe Savant.
<> saw Savant slowly approach a young man in a gray hoodie sitting on a bench. The man clutched the dog tags around his neck and had a burly build. He seemed to be a veteran, but his demeanor and posture were somewhat listless. His eyes, which should have been filled with fighting spirit, now held only a deep weariness.
Through the reflection, <> saw Savant hand a black briefcase to the young man in the gray hoodie. After a brief conversation, Savant left.
The young man remained on the bench, eagerly opening the briefcase as if to confirm something. After examining the contents, he smiled with satisfaction and prepared to leave.
Seeing this, <> quickly turned around and strode towards the man in the gray hoodie, deliberately bumping into him just as he stood up to leave.
Thud!
The black briefcase fell to the ground, and its unlocked lid popped open, revealing a collection of small metal containers inside.
"Sorry, buddy." Seeing the small containers exposed in the opened briefcase, <>'s pupils narrowed. Then, feigning apology, <> bent down to put the metal containers back into the briefcase. While the young man was still reeling, <> secretly slipped one of the small containers into the sleeve of his suit.
"I'm really sorry, mate, I didn't mean to." Han apologized again to the man, but then Han suddenly noticed that the man's pupils and face were actually flowing with a red-gold light.
"What the hell is that!?" Han was already terrified by the man's abnormality, but Han still had to remain calm on the surface. Han immediately came to Han senses, stood up, and slowly moved away from the man.
"Phew~" Han breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the small container hidden in Han hand, and thought that Han would have the answer after Han went back and looked at it.
However, with a "thud," Sawan, who had already left, unexpectedly returned the way Han came, accidentally bumping into Han shoulder.
"Huh? What are you doing here? Alone? Date night and you're here watching a romance movie by yourself?" Seeing Han alone, Sawan's lips curled into a mocking smile, and Han raised Han hand and jested.
And Han also didn't like the flat-topped Sawan who looked rather arrogant.
Originally, there had been some disputes between the two of them in the Zhongtake Industrial Building before, so Han retorted directly: "Yeah, the movie's called 'The Party's Over,' you Qin goods. The stars are you and your little drug girl." And then,
Han then revealed the metal container originally hidden in Han hand, "It's just the movie, everything is over. Go back and see what you guys will be up to."
Seeing the metal container in <>'s hand, Savan tilted his head, his eyebrows furrowing. "Don't tell me you're joking. That's not yours." He reached out to grab it.
Facing Savan's attempt to take it, <> pulled back the hand holding the container. Then, <> threw a punch directly at Savan.
However, even this quick punch was dodged by Savan. Seeing this, <> immediately launched a flurry of attacks with both hands, adopting a classic boxing stance. <> then stepped forward and threw a right hook, which landed directly on Savan's face.
"Crack!" A heavy punch. A faint sound of cracking bone could be heard.
<>, who had thought victory was assured, stared at Savan. But something shocking happened. Savan's face was enveloped in the same red-gold light as the man in the gray hoodie had been. The injury and fracture on his nose, which had been there moments before, visibly healed and reset.
<>, slightly leaning back in surprise, was stunned for a moment before reacting. <> threw another right punch at Savan.
This time, however, Savan turned nimbly, blocking <>'s attack with his left hand, trapping <>'s elbow joint. His right hand grasped <>'s wrist. Without hesitation, Savan spun, swinging <>'s entire body into the air about three meters high.
<>'s massive frame, estimated to weigh around 200 kilograms, arced gracefully through the air. <>'s body flipped, and finally crashed into a small stall about five or six meters away, smashing several pieces of glass and falling heavily to the ground.
The passersby nearby scattered at the sight of this. After all, this was America, and no one knew if it was a terrorist attack. If violence erupted, the citizens were afraid the perpetrators might use firearms.
Screams erupted from the crowd. Everyone ran away, clearly wanting to avoid getting caught up in the trouble.