So... why are we here? Do you want to steal a few racing cars and modify them?" the old bartender asked speechlessly.
New Jersey is located in the northeastern United States, not far from New York. Ocean City, a coastal city, boasts convenient transportation and a thriving commercial economy. The two of them drove all the way to Ocean City, taking a shortcut. Not long ago, they found a place to disguise themselves for ease of movement. The old bartender, a frequent escapist, was adept at makeup; for him, disguise was essential to survival.
At Donny's repeated request, the two came here, the largest and most famous racing track in the area, where a racing race was about to begin.
Spectators were crowded in all directions, and the vast auditorium was packed. The atmosphere was so warm and the emotions were so passionate that people were amazed. From time to time, people were seen holding flags and loudspeakers, shouting wildly and waving flags to cheer.
"To meet someone, a very interesting person, a playboy and an arms dealer. I didn't expect to run into him here."
Donny stared at the racetrack, scratching his head from time to time. The wig on his head made him extremely uncomfortable. Fortunately, he didn't stick it on like the old bartender, but simply put it on.
The announcer turned on the radio and enthusiastically spoke to the audience, focusing on a particular racer. Every word he uttered heightened the already heated atmosphere, nearly to the point of frenzy! The young and beautiful women in particular were so overcome with emotion amidst the frantic screams that their faces flushed, and they seemed on the verge of fainting.
"Let us welcome the final racer, the renowned genius and the head of Stark Industries—Tony Stark!"
The whole audience exploded instantly. Countless audience members jumped up, roaring and screaming. Trumpets sounded one after another. Countless bright flags were waved. All the auditoriums were like a boiling oil pan suddenly splashed with water, and there was a burst of joy.
"Tony! Tony! Look here! Oh, God, I can't take it anymore. He is so handsome and charming. I feel he is even more handsome than Wayne... I can't take it anymore!" A young woman covered her chest with her hands, her tall breasts rising and falling with her heavy breathing, which made the people around her stare in amazement.
The old bartender was also shocked by the crowd's madness. He leaned over to Donny's ear and shouted, "You just want to see him? What's so good about him? Let's get down to business!"
The old bartender has been obsessed with killing vampires ever since he set out, and he wants to make those guys pay a heavy price with his own hands.
In the arena, a middle-aged man waved his arms in all directions. Every movement caused cheers from the audience, until all the audience members were left with only one unified voice: "Stark! Stark! Stark!"
The middle-aged man bowed deeply to the audience with impeccable movements, and then blew kisses to the places where there were many women. Many women fainted on the spot with excitement.
Even from a distance, Donnie could feel the swagger coming at him.
Some men are very jealous and envious. They nag at each other and are extremely dissatisfied and envious.
"Have you heard? Playboy Stark slept with the cover girl of the latest issue last night. That's incredible. Did he sleep with all the cover girls of Maxim magazine last year?"
"According to gossip magazines, he couldn't fit the March one in his schedule, so he had to reluctantly pass it up. But the December one was twins, and that guy slept with twelve of them, for sure."
"I'm handsome too, why don't women approach me?"
A seductively dressed mature woman heard the voice and turned around with great interest to take a look at the boasting guy's appearance. He was a lecherous old man, probably in his seventies or eighties. She turned around and vomited on the spot.
Donnie burst out laughing, unable to hold it back.
"What, young man, do you have a problem with my good looks?" The boastful old man was very annoyed.
"That was also a heartthrob when I was young."
The old man put his hands on Donnie's shoulders, but he accidentally pulled a few strands of his hair, which was a bit long, and then pulled all his hair off...
A blinding bald head appeared before the world, reflecting countless sunlight and blinding the eyes of countless innocent people without any warning, causing a barrage of curses!
"Who is so wicked as to bring a mirror here? Where's the quality you promised?"
A few big men who were blinded by the dazzle were cursing and looking around to find the guy holding the mirror and beat him up.
Tang Ni's face darkened as he glared at the old man fiercely: "I hate it most when someone touches my hair. You're done for! Don't think I don't dare to hit an elderly person!"
The old man looked embarrassed and initially a bit awkward, but upon hearing this, his temper flared up and he immediately pouted. "What's the big deal? It's just a bald head, right? You're allowed to be bald, but others can't see it? I was a fitness enthusiast when I was young, too. Why don't you try to hit me? Young people these days are so clueless. Guys like Downey, leading the charge with the Shamatte style, corrupting young people. I didn't expect to meet a bald head like you again today. You've been putting a lot of sunscreen on your head, right? Otherwise, how could it be so shiny!"
More and more people joined the journey to find the mirror, because another group of people had lost their eyes. They shouted loudly, wanting to find that hateful guy. Why would he take a mirror out of the audience? It was really too much.
"You, you, you..." Donnie glared at the old man fiercely, feeling aggrieved and helpless. He quickly put on his wig, said something harsh, and turned around and left, looking dejected.
The old bartender followed him, laughing and making fun of Donny for applying too much sunscreen, which made Donny so angry that he kicked him.
"You haven't told me yet, why do you want to see that Stark? That guy is highly respected and talented, and all the bigwigs in the United States are praising him. Everyone wants to see him build more powerful weapons. Do you want him to build a chariot for you?" The old bartender got up nonchalantly and chased after Donny to ask the reason.
"Do you believe me if I say I was attracted by the propaganda slogans I saw along the way... Well, I'm thinking of investing in Stark Industries. I want to buy some shares of the Stark family. Money making money is the fastest way to make money." Donny explained that he already had eight or nine million US dollars in his hands. In addition, he was about to attack Deacon and would also rob a batch of valuables such as property, antiques, calligraphy and paintings. By the time he cashed in, he would have more than ten million US dollars on hand. It would be better to buy all the shares of Stark Industries.
The old bartender sneered. Ten million dollars may seem like a lot, but if it were invested in a trillion-dollar corporation like Stark Industries, it would only make a small splash.
"Not many people will easily sell Stark Industries shares, and those who do will ask for a very high price," said the old bartender.
"Don't worry about that, just watch." Downey knew very well that when Stark disappeared, and when he returned and announced the closure of the weapons department, the stock price of the entire Stark Industries would plummet, and that would be the best time for him to take action.
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On the other side, Tony Stark took off his helmet, revealing his sweaty face. He often participated in exciting activities such as racing when he was young, but he didn't enjoy it as much as he did today because there were always people who would stop him and not allow him to participate in such dangerous events.
Tony walked slowly towards the bathroom. His loyal bodyguard Happy stood outside the door like an iron tower. He wanted to follow him in, but was rejected by the arrogant Tony.
"Happy, I don't like a man staring at me from behind while I'm in the bathroom. You just need to stand at the door," said Tony.
But what he didn't know was that several people in strange attire had been lying in ambush in the bathroom for a long time and were quietly preparing. When Tony came in and was off guard, they instantly grabbed him from behind and covered his mouth and nose with a piece of medicated cloth.
In his last consciousness, Tony could barely see a few strange guys who were wrapped up tightly and surrounded him. The eyes behind their lenses seemed to be full of mockery.