In Stark’s sea view villa, the music was blasting, and a group of hot swimsuit models were swaying to the rhythm of the dance music.
"Oh, rich people are damned, I fucking love this kind of life!"
Deadpool blended in without any sense of disobedience, leading the crowd with his coquettish dance.
"Who said it wasn’t."
Constantine hugged left and right, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, "Girls, get high, your appearance fee will be doubled today, and Mr. Stark will pay for it."
"Oh!"
The models on the scene were all excited, and they danced more and more seductively and sexy.
"Jarvis, what’s going on?"
Tony Stark, who had just returned, saw this scene and couldn’t help but twitching his eyes.
"Sir, after you left, Mr. Constantine contacted a modeling agency in your name."
"Who gave him this authority?"
Tony’s face was dark, "Was it that bastard Happy? I will fire him sooner or later!"
"Sir, it was Miss Pepper."
"Oh, that’s okay."
Tony immediately stopped and walked into the villa with a sigh.
Inside the villa.
Deadpool had just opened a bottle of collector’s edition red wine. When he saw Tony coming back, he immediately hid the red wine behind his back with a guilty conscience and whistled, "Hey Tony, do you want to play together?"
"No, thank you."
Tony rolled his eyes and sat on the sofa without looking away, even if those models deliberately tempted him, he was not shaken.
"Hiss——"
Deadpool gasped and whispered, "Afghan terrorists are so cruel that they can torture a playboy into abstinence?"
"No."
Constantine smiled gloatingly, "You know, Pepper is pregnant, and the death gaze of a pregnant woman is sometimes more terrifying than that of a terrorist."
"Oh… so pitiful!"
Deadpool nodded sympathetically, hugged a hot and sexy model, and jumped back and forth in front of Tony.
Tony: ()
Ten minutes later, if you can’t hug me and you can’t have fun, Tony waved his hand and drove away the hot models.
"Tony, I didn’t expect you to be such a person?"
Deadpool was angry, and reluctantly reached out to grab the remaining fragrance in the air.
"Hmph!"
Tony snorted coldly, "You asked for it. I hate people showing off in front of me, especially you, Wade. I have never seen anyone as annoying as you."
"Plus one!"
Constantine nodded in agreement.
"Hey, hey–"
Deadpool was very dissatisfied, "Constantine, we are in the same camp. Don’t you feel sorry that Tony called those hot girls away?"
"Not at all."
[Constantine] grabbed a handful of small notes from his pocket and said in a plain tone, "You know, sometimes peopleBeing too handsome often brings a lot of troubles. I am very distressed about who to contact tonight. "
"Shit!"
Deadpool’s eyes turned red with jealousy, and he said incoherently: "Those damn bitches have such bad taste. They turned a blind eye to Mr. Wade, such a charming man."
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[Constantine] Wang Zhi Contempt, "Sorry, being handsome means you can do whatever you want."
"%%……"
Deadpool felt offended, and immediately uttered foul language, using a mouthful of dirty words to prove that he is also a man with substance.
"Enough! !"
Tony slammed the table and stood up, glaring at the two bastards with a dark face, "I have something to do now, and I don’t have time to listen to your nonsense."
"Bah, I’m going to say it. ”
Deadpool put his hands on his hips and said proudly: "When it comes to quarrels, I have never been afraid of anyone."
Bang!
Constantine pulled out the revolver from his waist and shot the still spitting fragrance of Deadpool, then blew the gunpowder from the muzzle and said to the stunned Tony: "You can talk now, what’s the matter, tell me."
"……"
Tony’s mouth twitched, glanced at the dead body on the ground, and said speechlessly: "Are you sure that Wade will be fine like this?"
"Don’t worry, he is more tenacious than cockroaches."
Constantine pulled away the hand that secretly reached into his pocket and tried to steal the model’s small note, and shot the ground expressionlessly.
"Okay. ”
Tony nodded painfully, accepting the fact that this idiot could not be killed.
Rubbing his face.
Tony regained his serious expression and said, "The lesson in Afghanistan is too profound. I plan to make a steel armor to protect myself… I have an idea of how to design it. In fact, I have already made a semi-finished product in the terrorists’ cave."
"’So what I need now is just to add some details."
"So, what do you need me to do?" Constantine picked up a cigarette and lit it with a lighter.
"Some magical advice."
Tony pondered, "In terms of firepower, I already have a complete design idea, but if facing mysterious enemies like Sadako or the Joker, Mark II may still have some shortcomings."
"I may not be able to help you in this regard. "
Constantine blew out a puff of smoke, shrugged and said: "I can engrave a large exorcism array on your armor, but you are not a wizard and cannot drive it correctly."
"Besides, for most of the weaker dark creatures, strong light and fire are enough to deal with them."
(Oh my goodness) Okay."
Tony nodded regretfully, temporarily gave up the idea of making magic armor, and bowed his head to Deadpool on the ground and said: "Wade, it happens that you have an immortal body, so you can help me test the performance of the armor."
"Sorry, I’m not interested."
Deadpool stretched himself and got up from the ground, saying contemptuously: "You are so afraid of your wife now, I can’t smell any fishy smell if I get involved with you."
"Hehe Yan!"
Tony raised a finger expressionlessly, "One hundred thousand dollars a day, paid on the same day."
"Hiss——"
Deadpool was blinded by the extremely arrogant local tyrant gold, and immediately knelt on the ground and slid three meters, hugging Tony’s legs and shouting: "Fundamental father, please whip me as much as you want, do whatever you like."
Tony: "……"
Constantine: "……."
You are worthy of it! .
