Godslayer In the Comic World

  Chapter 37 The Villa on the Black Quicksand

   Before everyone could react, Tony snapped his fingers, and the Iron Man controlled by the intelligent AI Jarvis immediately strode over. This humanoid metal bump was the best way to open the way, and many people hurriedly stepped aside.

   Came here out of nowhere, and then hurriedly planned to leave, this is how Tony does things.

  As a recognized true genius, he does things so willfully.

  His sudden departure caught everyone present by surprise. Anger noticed that Peter was holding an autograph book in his hand, and he probably wanted Tony to sign it.

   "Hi! Tony." Anger said.

"Um?"

   "Could you please give Peter an autograph? He's your big fan... Well, a very special kind." Anger's words were beyond everyone's expectations, especially Peter. One second, Peter had an unconcealable loss on his face, and the next second, he gave Ange a look of gratitude.

   "OK!" Tony simply snatched the autograph from Peter's hand: "It's Peter, right?"

   "Peter Parker."

   "Okay—to—Peter Parker!" Tony signed his name in a flurry, and returned it to the satisfied Peter.

  At this moment, what kind of superhero is Peter? He is just a star-eyed fanatic groupie.

  Casually, Tony turned his gaze and caught sight of Gwen who had come to Ange's side. Tony smiled: "Beautiful lady, come on! You'll make money by dating my buddy."

   This guy doesn't even know Gwen's name yet.

  Gwen suddenly smiled awkwardly but politely.

  At this time, Harry next to him finally couldn't bear it anymore.

  As the heir of a rich man, Harry has considered himself very high since he was a child. He is used to looking down on others from above, so he has never suffered such a bad breath. He stood up and said loudly with some impoliteness: "Mr. Stark, I am Harry Osborn. Maybe we will have the opportunity to cooperate in the future."

  Cooperation is purely a matter of appearance, and the most important thing is that what Harry wants is face.

   "Cooperation?" Tony raised his eyebrows: "If it's more than a billion, let me do it. If it's less, go to Ange."

  No way, this world is all about strength. If you look at the old American leader, when the president of a small country comes, he is only fit to sit on a small square stool. Even when he goes to an actor’s house, the leader is sitting, and the actor is only fit to stand.

   In a word, Harry, who is not the head of the Osborne clan, has no right to talk to Tony.

   This is what Harry deserves.

  Harry was so angry that he wanted to vomit three liters of blood on the spot.

   But there is nothing to do!

  Everyone is a chaebol, and those who deal in arms have bigger fists than you.

  Tony spends tens of billions of dollars every minute, how can he have time to play house with your children.

  Harry was completely ignored like this.

  Ange smiled: "Hey! You just had a drink, won't you make a headline about Iron Man crashing later?"

   "Don't worry, this thing has an autopilot function." Tony entered Iron Man with a somewhat sloppy footsteps.

   "Pfft—" Iron Man's visor closed, dazzling tail flames sprayed out from the back of the suit, and Tony just flew away.

  The 'protagonist' is gone, but the party will continue.

  If all the beautiful girls can't catch Tony, the big fish, can't they just settle for the next best thing?

   You, Anger, don't have a steel suit and run away, right?

  Feeling the approaching turbulent waves and the increasingly hot gaze, Ange grabbed a shield named "Gwen" with one hand, smiled around, and politely rejected all the girls.

   This time, I don't know how many girls stomped secretly.

Angle greeted Tooms and Harry politely, accepted Peter's thanks for coming, and took Gwen to the balcony outside the second floor. Even his bodyguard, Louis, helped to close the door. Stay at the door.

  Ange and Tony left, and at least the party returned to a normal atmosphere. These two guys put too much pressure on ordinary people. Where is this fried fish? This is simply a big whale jumping in a standard swimming pool, not giving other fish (humans) a way to survive.

  Feeling the breeze outside, Gwen brushed her slightly messy long blond hair: "Ange, it's fortunate that you didn't have a complete stalemate with Harry Osborn. Otherwise, I would be miserable."

"awful?"

   "Of course, I'm still working and studying at the Osborne Group. Before Dr. Connors had an accident, I was transferred to a new department."

  Ange shrugged: "If he dares to make things difficult for you, I will inject capital to start a new company and let you be the supervisor."

  Obviously everyone was speaking in a joking tone, but Gwen was stunned, as if he had been shaken out of internal injuries by his power.

  With the endorsement of Tony Stark, it is said that Ange is responsible for less than one billion dollars. In practice, it means that Angle can really come up with billions of dollars at will!

   No, people with abilities like these monsters can't talk about this!

   At this moment, Gwen's expression changed slightly.

  This is the second floor. Through the huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the dance hall on the first floor, Gwen clearly saw Peter hugging Liz and dancing to the sound of music.

  For some reason, she suddenly felt that the two people's paintings were extremely harmonious, and anyone who saw them would think they were a perfect pair.

  Gwen was a little confused.

   At this moment, Ange put his mouth close to Gwen's ear, and Gwen was very unaccustomed to that manly breath.

   It's just that the content of Ange's words is very explosive: "This villa is built on black quicksand."

  Gwen's pupils suddenly dilated, and countless thoughts flooded his mind.

   She is not a little girl who knows nothing. Whether you are engaged in finance or industry in the United States, it is not uncommon for a person to be a billionaire today and live on the streets tomorrow. Some people always describe the glory of the rich as a castle built on quicksand. And the black sand means that the money in the Toombs family is not clean.

  Peter Paulitz will be in trouble!

   For a moment, Gwen didn't know what expression to use to face Ange, and what words to answer.

   At this point, the song in the dance hall below ends.

  Soon it's Harry Osborn pestering Liz to dance and Peter hanging out with Mary Jane.

  Gwen let out a breath of foul air slowly: "Peter is my playmate since I was a child. But he is also good, and so am I. We are free with each other."

   Speaking of this, Gwen paused for a moment, and she smiled: "I'm your girlfriend! At least today!"

  Gwen's pointed words made An Ge feel relieved.

There are more than 20 chicks in Little Spider's "history", which can almost form a row: In addition to those who have already appeared here, there are also [Spider Silk], [Silver Sable], [Black Cat], Betty, and even 【Black Widow】etc.

  Peter is a big push.

   This is also the best portrayal of old American customs.

  On the contrary, Ange, who is a traveler from the Celestial Dynasty, was a little bit reluctant to let go.

  Ange suddenly laughed at himself in his heart: everything is tied up, what am I doing here?

  Since Gwen is 'rich and generous', Angle is not entangled, and he shows a charming smile: "Okay! My girlfriend, let's dance."

   Arriving on the dance floor, when Gwen suddenly found out that Ange, a 'gentleman', had actually touched her vest line, she suddenly regretted it and wanted to slap him...

  The party is over with excitement.

   This party was special and destined to be remembered. Because before this, there had never been more than five superheroes on the same stage in New York, let alone two big villains, the Green Goblin and the Vulture.

   In fact, that record wasn't broken until after The Avengers came out.

  (end of this chapter)