Chapter 116 Close Partners

The plastic ghost doll appeared outside Zhang Yuning's door holding a tablet computer, and looked at Zhang Yuning who was packing a simple bag inside and asked:

"I saw that comment, do you think that person was him?"

Zhang Yuning put a few cosmetic bottles into her toiletry bag, zipped it up, and said without turning around:

"Who else could have fought in such a flamboyant way if not him? Anyway, I have done my best to help Ron Bentham to this extent. The Perfect Humans will soon notice this hotel. I am leaving here and returning to Pike Street in New York. You can figure out the rest yourself."

After saying that, Zhang Yuning picked up her bag and prepared to leave.

Upton Dupont quickly raised his hand to stop him:

"Wait a minute, Zhang. I'll find a way to confirm his identity. I also need to go to the city. You can take me with you."

Then the plastic doll added: "But before you go, please wait for me for a moment."

Zhang Yuning stood there, watching in confusion as the plastic doll ran into the cleaning storage room on the floor, took out a saw, and went straight to the master bedroom.

There was a cruel and evil smile on the round face of the plastic doll. Upton jumped onto the bed with a saw and said:

"I think his pair of silver-white metal arms are not ordinary. Wait for a few minutes and I will saw them off and take them away!"

As he spoke, Upton grasped the saw handle with his two little hands and began to saw back and forth at the junction of the capped man's iron arm and flesh, making a "click, click" sound, and blood plasma splattered along with fine flesh foam.

Zhang Yuning looked at the hideous plastic doll with blood splattered all over its face and thought that this was the real ghost doll coming back to life.

The style of painting is finally right.

Zhang Yuning is a reincarnation with supernatural abilities. She is not interested in anything other than evil spirits, ghosts and supernatural knowledge. This dead reincarnation was obviously a guy with technological abilities, the kind who plays with cyber prosthetic modifications. Zhang Yuning is not very interested in his pair of steel arms, so Upton can take them if he wants.

…

The next day, the early morning sun shone into the spacious bedroom, shining on the solid wood floor and the messy clothes on the floor.

Fu Qinghai got up from the big bed refreshed. Beside the bed lay a woman covered with a thin quilt, revealing her light brown buttocks and thighs. Fu Qinghai ignored this woman who was exhausted after being tormented by him all night. He went into the bathroom, washed up, put on his clothes and went downstairs.

A black Cadillac Escalade was already waiting on the side of the road under the park building.

The passenger window rolled down, revealing the stern face of Nathan Lemon. The man looked at Fu Qinghai and said,

"Mr. Quentin, Mr. Hammer invites you to his Long Island villa for a chat."

Fu Qinghai nodded, opened the back door, and sat down on the back seat.

The Cadillac started and merged with two similar bulletproof cars on the road, then merged into New York's traffic and drove towards the wealthy area of ​​Long Island.

Fu Qinghai looked through the car window at the two bodyguard cars in front and behind, and asked curiously,

"Is the security so tight now?"

Nathan Lemon, who was sitting in the passenger seat, said calmly,

"New York City has been very unstable lately. The news is full of gunfights, fights, and explosions."

After that, Nathan Lemon looked deeply at Fu Qinghai through the rearview mirror inside the car, and said meaningfully:

"Mr. Quentin must know better than us, right?"

Fu Qinghai smiled when he heard this, shrugged and said nothing.

Hammer Industries certainly knew that Fu Qinghai was involved in the Battle of Manhattan.

Because the Pittbilt heavy truck equipped with the Blue Shell power armor was provided to Fu Qinghai by Hammer Industries. Fu Qinghai also drove the truck into the New York police's roadblock. After that, it was Hammer Industries that found a way to settle the matter and repair the truck and get it back.

Seeing that Fu Qinghai had no intention of paying attention to him, Nathan Lemon tactfully stopped talking. Three black SUVs crossed the cross-sea bridge and arrived at Justin Hammer's mansion.

Several people wearing sunglasses and black suits stayed outside the door. Fu Qinghai followed Nathan Lemon into the villa, walked directly through the spacious living room, and came to the backyard of the mansion.

This is a huge Greek-style swimming pool with ivory-white marble slabs that appear even more dazzlingly white under the direct sunlight at noon. It is surrounded by sculptures of seahorses, shells and Venus de Milo, surrounding the clear blue pool water with gently undulating shallow waves. There is a lush green lawn, on which servants are busy at the smokeless barbecue, and waiters are walking around with cocktail trays.

In the entire hillside backyard with a wide view, there are far more servants and bodyguards than owners.

A fat black maid came to Fu Qinghai with a tray in both hands. On the tray was a set of swimming trunks, flip-flops and a white bath towel. The maid said respectfully,

"Mr. Quentin, please follow me to the dressing room."

Fu Qinghai changed into loose beach pants in the locker room, put on flip-flops, and came to the swimming pool with his muscular upper body naked.

Under the parasol, a skinny old man wearing sunglasses and a silk bathrobe sat up from the recliner and waved over here. Nathan Lemon, who was in a suit, stayed where he was with his hands behind his back, while Fu Qinghai walked over casually.

Fu Qinghai came to a lounge chair next to Justin Hammer, sat down carelessly, and then lay down on it.

Under the shade of a parasol, Justin Hammer leaned lazily on a recliner, sunglasses on his hooked nose and his meticulously slicked-back hair could not hide the age spots and wrinkles on his face and neck.

Fu Qinghai rested his hands on his head, crossed his legs, and also lay on the recliner with his eyes closed, not saying a word.

After a long while, Justin Hammer slowly said:

"You really are beyond my comprehension, Mr. Quentin."

"Oh, really."

Fu Qinghai lazily replied with some meaningless nonsense.

Justin Hammer looked ahead and continued,

"Your abilities, your identity, your amazing knowledge...even your name. Until now, I still don't know what your real name is."

A waiter in a white suit and black tie happened to pass by. Fu Qinghai snapped his fingers and ordered:

"A dry martini, three parts gin to one part vodka, half a part vermouth, shaken with ice and a thinly zested lemon."

The waiter bowed: "Yes, sir."

Fu Qinghai added: "Remember, shake well, don't stir."

"OK."

After giving the order, Fu Qinghai turned around and said to Justin Hammer:

"Everyone has their own secrets, right, Mr. Hammer? We just need to take what we need and get what we want. As for the process and the source, it is not so important, right?"

Justin Hammer grinned and said,

"If it were in the past, when I was younger, I would have approved of your argument. It's simple and crude logic, like a straight-to-the-point transaction... But now, I'm a little worried."

Fu Qinghai asked with a puzzled look:

"What are you worried about, Mr. Hammer? I don't understand. A world-class billionaire who lives in a mansion in a wealthy area of ​​Long Island, what else is there in this world for him to worry about? Hammer Industries has obtained something from me that it couldn't get in the past hundred years. Isn't this enough to satisfy you? Are you now worried about the refugees in Haiti not being able to get vaccines, or the black people in the slums of Baltimore not being able to receive education?"

After asking, Fu Qinghai blinked at Justin Hammer.

Justin Hammer laughed and said:

"Contrary to your top killer physique, you are not cold and cruel, Mr. Quentin. On the contrary, you have a very funny and humorous side."

Justin Hammer is an evil capitalist who is unwilling to do even the slightest bit of charity. When will he care about Haitian refugees and slums? Fu Qinghai's words made him laugh.

Fu Qinghai is now 1.9 meters tall and has a normal human body shape, but his strong muscles and faintly exposed metal joints will not disappear with the Pym rays, so Justin Hammer evaluated him as having the "top killer body shape".

At this time, the bartender wearing a vest placed a glass of cocktail on the low table beside Fu Qinghai. Fu Qinghai took the glass, removed the lemon peel hanging on the edge of the glass, and took a sip.

Justin Hammer looked up and said to the bartender:

"Give me one, too, like Mr. Quentin."

"Yes, Mr. Hammer."

Justin Hammer said slowly:

"What did you find in the abandoned military base that Nathan Lemon found?"

Fu Qinghai put down his wine glass and said with a smile:

"It's not good for you, Mr. Hammer. Of course, if you are really curious, you can ask Nathan Lemon to send someone in to take a look."

Fu Qinghai's suggestion is purely for the sake of watching the fun.

Justin Hammer sighed and changed the question:

"Why did you go to Manhattan that day and participate in that battle?"

"Emmmm..." Fu Qinghai thought for a moment and said:

"You can understand it this way. I have a grudge against SHIELD, and I went to cause trouble for Nick Fury that day. In fact, if you count it this way, we are in the same camp, Mr. Hammer. You see, Nick Fury, the director of SHIELD, single-handedly facilitated the establishment of the Avengers, and your old enemy Tony Stark is a member of the Avengers. After all, we are still teammates in the same trench."

Justin Hammer smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Justin Hammer couldn't even handle Iron Man, and now he has to deal with the Avengers and SHIELD?

Justin Hammer asked again,

"The white-armored dragon-slaying warrior that's making a lot of noise on the Internet, is that you?"

"It's me."

Fu Qinghai admitted it generously.

"You used Tony Stark's Ark reactor and plasma propulsion technology?"

"That's right."

Fu Qinghai nodded.

Justin Hammer got the confirmation and suddenly became a little excited. He sat up from the recliner and said seriously:

"Do you know what I paid for this Ark Reactor? In order to get Anton Vanko out of the federal prison, I even went to jail myself. As a result, that guy could only make a low-power version of the Ark Reactor, which is no match for Tony Stark's. The Ark Reactor means perfect clean energy, super output power, and everything about Stark Industries! If you can provide me with the technology of the Ark Reactor..."

"That's right." Fu Qinghai raised his hand to interrupt Justin Hammer, calmed his excited emotions, and said seriously:

"What you said is all right, Mr. Hammer, but have you ever thought about a question?"

"I can provide the technology for the Hammer Industries Ark Reactor, but what can Hammer Industries give me?"

Fu Qinghai stared at Justin Hammer's eyes with sharp eyes.

The formulas of plastic steel and chalk given before have already made Hammer Industries earn a lot of money. Fu Qinghai no longer owes Justin Hammer anything. Fu Qinghai is not a philanthropist, so there is absolutely no reason for me to give it to you just because you want it.

Under Fu Qinghai's gaze, Justin Hammer fell silent.

After a while, he spoke in a hoarse voice:

"What do you want?"

Fu Qinghai leaned back on the recliner and closed his eyes slightly:

"Hammer Industries can't give me what I want."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Justin Hammer was speechless.

At this time, water splashed in the swimming pool next to her, and a young girl floated up from the pool. She closed her eyes, raised her hands to push back her dark golden hair, wiped the water off her face, and walked out of the pool step by step.

The hair roots are dark brown, and the ends are dyed golden. She is wearing a dark red bikini. Her breasts are full and firm, and her abs are faintly visible when she twists her waist. Her legs are straight, long, strong and healthy. She has a healthy wheat-colored skin, which is the most popular color for American girls to show when they sunbathe.

The young girl took the towel handed to her by the maid and wiped the water stains on her body. Her wet hair stuck back, revealing her smooth forehead and deep eyebrows.

Fu Qinghai was just wondering if this beautiful woman was the canary raised by Justin Hammer, but the girl walked over and her first words startled Fu Qinghai:

"Dad."

Justin Hammer's daughter?

Justin Hammer smiled and said,

"What is it, my dear Justine?"

The young lady said,

"Can I ask Mr. Quentin to apply sunscreen for me?"

Justin Hammer laughed:

"This is a matter between you young people. As long as Mr. Quentin is willing, there is no need to ask me."

Justine turned her head, looked at Fu Qinghai with her deep and wonderful eyes, and asked,

"What about Mr. Quentin?"

Fu Qinghai smiled and sat up, saying,

"I'm very happy to do so, beautiful lady."

Fu Qinghai stood up and followed Justine to a cushion by the swimming pool in the sun.

Justin Hammer looked at the backs of the two men, the smile on his face disappeared, and he pinched his eyebrows with a headache.

From the unexpected encounter in prison, to the gradually in-depth cooperation, and then to Fu Qinghai's current indifferent attitude towards Hammer Industries, Justin Hammer had already sensed something was going on.

This cunning old guy is not a fool.

At first, Quentin Fu begged Hammer Industries to do things for him, and his attitude was humble and respectful. Later, he began to do whatever he wanted. On the day Justin Hammer returned to New York and invited him to his mansion for a chat, Quentin Fu directly rejected Justin Hammer's invitation.

The reason was "I'm busy lately and don't have time."

If Quentin Fu had no one to rely on, why would his attitude change so much?

It should be from a certain moment that he was no longer afraid of Hammer Industries' strong force.

After guessing that the white-armored warrior in the Battle of Manhattan was him, Justin Hammer and Nathan Lemon dared not offend Quentin easily.

With rich knowledge and powerful strength, this is really not a super villain that Justin Hammer can easily control.

Although what Hammer Industries gained from Fu Qinghai far outweighed their efforts, Justin Hammer was still unwilling to give up.

That's the Ark Reactor!

Justin Hammer has fought Tony Stark all his life, and defeating Tony Stark has become his long-cherished wish. The Ark Reactor is an opportunity for Hammer Industries to get closest to Stark Industries.

If the hard approach doesn't work, then the soft approach can only be used, so Justin Hammer invited Fu Qinghai to come directly to his home, to the swimming pool area in the backyard, to have this conversation in a more intimate partnership.

Rather than being a superior or a subordinate.

But now, what can Hammer Industries come up with to impress Mr. Quentin?

It's a headache.

Justin Hammer looked back at Nathan Lemon, and Nathan Lemon looked back at him.

Just last week, Justin Hammer's personal doctor suddenly brought very bad news during a routine physical examination - Justin Hammer was suffering from pancreatic cancer, in the late stage.

Justin Hammer did not even tell his daughter about this news, except for his confidant Nathan Lemon.

This is what Justin Hammer is really worried about when he says he's worried.

In this endless battle with Iron Man, he has already lost.

Lost to time.

Pancreatic cancer is one of the most insidious cancers. Justin Hammer is already an old man, while Tony Stark is just a playboy under 40 years old.

It seemed that God had already decided the outcome for these two people.

But Justin Hammer was not willing to give up.

…

Not far away.

The young girl lay on the cushion with her forehead resting on her hands, showing her beautiful figure to Fu Qinghai.

Fu Qinghai half-knelt on the ground, rubbed the golden sunscreen in his palm to dissolve it, and then covered Justine's graceful and delicate back with his palm.

If Fu Qinghai in his previous life had to find a white girlfriend, he would definitely choose an American girl.

Compared with Asians, white people's body hair is very thick and long. You can't see it from a distance because white people's body hair is light in color, and a lot of it is white and almost transparent. But if you touch it, for example, if your girlfriend sits next to you and you reach out to hug her, you will feel like you are hugging a stuffed toy.

(PS: The author's real experience, she has a German girl, but she is not his girlfriend.)

Compared with European girls, American girls are more fashionable and trendy. They not only like sunbathing, but also like hair removal, all over their body.

This makes the skin of many American girls much more delicate than that of European girls.

Of course, this also applies to wealthy American girls. The rich rely on medical beauty, while the poor have to rely on natural beauty.

Fu Qinghai applied force evenly to the girl's waist and thighs with both hands. Justine's body felt really good. Fu Qinghai felt that she must have been trained. There were obvious signs of exercise and her muscles were elastic. She was not a soft and delicate young lady.

The girl's father was not far away, so Fu Qinghai certainly couldn't do such a beastly thing as untying the girl's bikini straps on her back and waist and applying oil. Fu Qinghai gentlemanly skipped the plump and perky buttocks and only applied sunscreen on Justine's back, waist and thighs. Then he stood up, took a hot towel from the maid and wiped off the remaining sunscreen on his hands.

The young lady turned over on the cushion, raised her hand to block the glaring sunlight, and said,

"Thank you, Mr. Quentin."

"You're welcome."

Fu Qinghai said.

…

Justin Hammer kept Fu Qinghai and had dinner together in the villa, a traditional Monaco seafood meal, paired with a fine white wine, Riesling from Eimu Winery.

The two men raised their glasses and talked happily, chatting about all sorts of things, from depleted uranium armor-piercing bombs to porcini mushrooms in Yunnan, China, from New York's housing prices to how many wives of his partners Tony Stark's father had slept with.

Just don't talk about the Ark reactor.

As night fell and the lights in the mansion came on, a drunk Justin Hammer was helped upstairs by a servant, while Fu Qinghai walked out of the mansion's door reeking of alcohol.

On the asphalt road outside the lawn, a black Cadillac bulletproof SUV had been waiting for a long time. Two men in black suits and sunglasses stood beside the car with their hands behind their backs, ready to take Fu Qinghai back to the apartment.

Suddenly, there was a roar of an engine, followed by the harsh sound of tires braking against the ground.

"squeak--"

A cool-looking supercar did a short drift and stopped in front of Fu Qinghai.

A pure white Pagani Zonda.

The car window was lowered, revealing Justine Hammer's delicate face. The woman wore light makeup, thin black eyeliner, and curled and straight eyelashes. She had two big gold earrings hanging from her earlobes and wore a simple dark red evening dress.

The young lady glanced at Fu Qinghai and said,

"Want to go for a drive, Mr. Quentin?"

Fu Qinghai smiled and said,

"I'm very happy to do that, Miss Hammer."

After saying that, he opened the passenger door and lay down in the low seat of the Pagani Zonda.

Justine Hammer held the steering wheel and stepped on the tiptoes of her high heels. With a gust of air and the roar of the engine, the Pagani sped away and disappeared into the night of the wealthy area of ​​Long Island.

The two men in black suits and sunglasses were left looking at each other.

......

(End of this chapter)