Ivan Vanke took the cup from Mason's hand, drank the liquid in it fearlessly and said, "Who are you? Did you ask someone to kidnap me?"

"That's right."

There is nothing to deny about this matter. After hearing Mason's admission, Ivan Vanko cursed in Russian. Mason handed him the bottle of wine and said: "If you feel that you can't calm down now, then give it to me."

Come up on your head.

Wait until you calm down..."

There was a "bang", and before Mason could finish speaking, the glass wine bottle blossomed on his head. Ivan Vanke did not hesitate to put the glass bottle on Mason's face and remove the remains of the wine bottle in his hand.

Lost it on the ground.

Mason didn't say anything, but silently took out a handkerchief and wiped the drink off his face.

"Has it calmed down a bit? Can we communicate?"

Mason asked as if nothing happened. Ivan Vanke sat on the chair carelessly, spread his legs and slumped on the back of the chair. He laughed and said: "Whatever, you can kill or behead if you want."

,Hongrel.”

Listening to the rudeness in the language of the man in front of him, Mason was still not angry. He said in a gentle voice: "My name is Mason, Mason Clausewitz. I invite you here because I hope you will work for me.

I know that due to some special factors, your father, Anton Vanke, hid all his talents under the frozen soil of Siberia, with regret and reluctance.

You know, this is a very cruel thing, cruel to your father, and cruel to the technological development of the outside world.

So I took the liberty of inviting you over to make up for these regrets."

Hearing his father's name from Mason's mouth, the smile on Ivan Vanke's face disappeared. He looked directly at Mason and said, "You bastard, what do you know?"

Mason sighed again and said: "I said, Mr. Vanke, I have been tolerant enough to you. No matter what the situation, we must be polite, right?

If you are not polite, you will be beaten. This is true everywhere!

This truth applies to you as well as me, doesn’t it? Mr. Vanke.”

Ivan Vanke leaned on the chair and continued to laugh and said: "Then how are you going to deal with me? Mason, are you going to hit me in the face with your weak fist?

Oh, then you have to be careful with your phalanges. If your phalanges are cracked, a pretty boy like you will cover your hands and cry in pain, right? Haha?"

Ivan Vanke's face was full of ridicule. Mason looked at his face and sighed. In the end, he couldn't hold it back and suddenly punched out.

Ivan Vanke was punched and fell to the ground. He opened his mouth and spat out a bloody tooth. He licked his gums with his tongue and said: "This punch is interesting, continue, Mason, right?

I take back what I said, but if you just rely on this fist, you can't defeat me."

Mason lifted one up, sat on it and said, "So, Ivan Vanko, can you defeat Tony Stark with your own fists?

You don’t need to answer me this question, I don’t need you to answer me this question, I need you to ask yourself!

Don’t kid yourself, you know, it doesn’t make sense.”

Ivan Vanke, who was originally angry, suddenly calmed down when he heard this. Mason rubbed his temples and said: "I know you can pour out portable energy, but what can you do?

You have no resources, no materials, not even assistants. For the same armor, he can use aerospace metal or special metal, but what about you?

Do you have room for trial and error?

Do you have an assistant who can show you the latest experimental technology and inspire you?

Actually, I'm sorry, I know it hurts to say this, but it's the truth.

That is, you can no longer look at all this with your rotten and worn-out knowledge, Vanke!"

"Shut up!"

Ivan Vanke seemed like an enraged beast. He slapped the ground and stood up, saying viciously: "Listen, kid, I don't care how you know this, but you should be careful what you say.

That's not some outdated, old knowledge, that's technology that you can't understand at all, that's technology that spans fifty or one hundred years now."

He fiercely stepped forward and grabbed Mason's collar. Mason slapped his hand away and said coldly: "Really? Do you really think so?"

So let’s take a look at this.”

He projected a screen on the wall in front of him, which showed scenes of a street battle in New York, scenes of Abomination and Spider-Man, and Iron Man fighting. Ivan Vanko let go of Mason's collar and looked at the screen!

As the saying goes, a layman can watch the excitement, but an expert can watch the door. Ivan Vanke is undoubtedly an expert. He stared at the battle scene on the projection and asked casually: "How long has it been since the battle started?"

Mason said: "Almost ten minutes and twenty minutes."

"This is impossible. Logically speaking, it shouldn't have such a long battery life, especially in such a fierce battle.

This isn't right.

Unless that damn thief continues to study this energy source.,

Also, for this anti-strike ability, what kind of material does he use? Special metal? No, special metal does not have such good ductility. There should be aviation special metal, but not much..."

He muttered to himself as if he was possessed, and his whole body was almost glued to the projection. He did not miss any details and carefully looked at this "despicable thief" to see what modifications he had made to the armor.

Mason did not speak. He watched the strong Russian man watch the battle scene carefully. It seemed that he wished he could be there during the battle, even if he was caught by stray bullets, he would not hesitate.

After he finished reading this greedily, he looked at Mason and said, "What exactly do you want to do? You kidnapped me from my hometown and asked me to see these, right?"

"Of course not."

Mason said, "I actually want to ask you to work for me. Don't rush to refute me. In fact, I know what you want to say. It is nothing more than mocking me.

But why are you mocking me? Mr. Ivan Vanko, don't you think everything you do is actually childish and ridiculous? Let's assume that you really killed Tony Stark.

Remember, what I said is still if.

So what happens next? What will happen next? You become a notorious KB member, and everything about your family, your past, and your father will be dug up. At that time, what will they say?

They will say that you are the son of a thief, that you are a murderer, that you are a paranoid pervert. When the time comes, you, your father, and even your mother will all be dug out of the information.

Come out and be nailed to the pillar of shame.

Now, tell me, do you really want to do this, Mr. Ivan Vanko?"

The last name of Ivan Vanke, Mason's voice was very soft, very light, like a wisp of smoke, which seemed to disappear when blown by the wind. He played with his nails and looked at Ivan Vanke, without any expression on his face.
Chapter completed!