Hey, Tony, do you still remember me?" The beautiful women on the roadside flaunted their figures to Tony, hoping to stay in his luxurious villa again.
"Sorry, I forgot—" Tony had just shaken his head and finished speaking when he leaned into Watson's ear and said, "Detective, do you need me to introduce you?"
Watson rolled his eyes and ignored him. Was his taste really that low?
With that, Tony walked behind an old man, patted his shoulder, and said, "You look good, Heff~"
Meanwhile, Watson's eyes lit up as he looked at the old man, who was surrounded by women, wearing sunglasses, and sporting a head of white hair. He was—Stan Lee!
His self-assigned role seemed to be—the Observer?
Anyway, Observers don't get involved in disputes, and he was definitely seen a hundred times clearer than SHIELD in their eyes. Of course, they certainly didn't know the system's secret; Watson was confident about that.
Thinking of this, Watson couldn't help but want to be a bit playful. He stepped forward, patted his shoulder, and said, "You look good, Stan. Where do you want to go next time? Playing Gary in Spider-Man 2?"
After speaking, Watson quickly caught up with Stark, leaving a dumbfounded Stan Lee behind.
It felt great to dance on the edge of death—Tony had already walked up to Obadiah, who was dealing with reporters, and said, "The whole world is here, but I, as the host, didn't attend the party?"
Obadiah looked at Tony with some surprise: "Hehehe, look at you. Oh, and Watson. It's—quite a surprise that you two came."
"What kind of surprise is this? Alright, we'll see you inside." With that, Tony pulled Watson and walked in.
"Hey, don't be so eager about company matters, okay? I've already handled the board—"
"Don't worry, I've just been cooped up for too long and needed to clear my head, and incidentally, bring the great detective to see the world."
As soon as they entered the venue, Watson asked Tony, "Is there a place to eat here? I'm starving—"
"You just snatched half my burger! How can you still say you're hungry? I'm the one who's starving to death—"
As soon as Watson walked to the counter, he saw Coulson there. It seemed he was looking for Tony?
"Hi, Coulson~" Watson greeted first.
"Are you the one who brought Watson to save me? That—SHIELD?" Tony narrowed his eyes, unsure.
"Yes, that's me. I'm Coulson, and thank you, Watson. I don't have to introduce that impossibly long name anymore."
Tony shrugged and turned to the waiter, saying, "A glass of—no, three glasses of Scotch whisky."
Coulson then began his work, while Watson wandered around with his drink.
In the crowd, thanks to his handsome face and the news that he had arrived with Stark, many sexy ladies came to greet him~
"Hey~ Watson? Ah, it really is you. Is Tony here too?" It was Pepper Potts.
Watson looked at Pepper with admiration: "Yes, he's here. Wow—your outfit today—are you trying to make Tony die in a bed of roses?"
Potts heard his words and smiled shyly, saying, "Does it look okay?"
Watson pointed to Tony, who was walking over, and said, "Then you have to look at Stark's eyes. See, he's coming over. Aren't his eyes already staring straight?"
"You look beautiful today. I didn't even recognize you."
"Thank you. I didn't expect you two to come." Potts said, looking at Stark walking over.
"Where did you get that dress? It's really nice."
"This is a birthday present I bought for myself."
Watson then said, "Tony, you didn't even buy Pepper a birthday present?"
Potts quickly explained, "Actually, it was kind of bought by Tony—"
Watson rolled his eyes, picked up his drink, and walked away: "I'm not playing the third wheel today~ Bye~"
After seeing the interfering person leave, Tony stared into Pepper's eyes and said, "Care for a dance?"
"No…thank you, no…"
"Come on—"
Apparently, Potts was a bit nervous in front of so many people.
She worried that others would look down on her, especially since her attire was somewhat revealing, and the man in front of her was her boss—and a notoriously heartless playboy.
Watson, meanwhile, returned to the counter, picked up a glass, and clinked it with the still-present Coulson, saying, "Why did you suddenly decide to investigate Tony?"
Coulson took a sip of his drink and said, "You didn't tell me he made some 'little toys' when he came out, did you?"
"You said it yourself, 'little toys,' and to me, they really are—besides, you didn't ask, did you?" Watson shrugged indifferently.
"So I had to come myself, but he doesn't seem to care much about what I said."
Watson looked at Tony and Potts awkwardly dancing in the center of the hall and said, "That's normal. After all, in his eyes, SHIELD is no different from the CIA, FBI, etc. But I believe you'll soon make him change his mind."
Watson turned to the bar service and asked, "Do you have anything to eat here? Burgers?"
"No, sir—"
"Pizza?"
"No, sir—"
Watson asked helplessly, "Then what do you have?"
The waiter wiped non-existent cold sweat from his forehead and said, "We have biscuits, sir—"
"Give me a plate."
—"Alright, sir."
Watson, carrying a plate of biscuits, looked at the two leaving the dance floor and said to Coulson, "Want some?"
"Thanks,—Alright, I'm leaving now. Have fun. The biscuits are good."
As Watson ate his biscuits, a female voice reached his ears: "Watson Dialant?"
He turned his head, looked at the woman who called him, and asked confusedly, "Who are you? How do you know me?"
The blonde woman extended her hand and said, "I'm Christine. Many people here know you."
Watson shook her hand and said, "You're here for Tony, right?"
"That's right, but I know it was you, Tony, and the U.S. Air Force colonel who returned together from Afghanistan. I guess he came with you too? I didn't expect him to still have the courage to appear in public—"
"Did I hear someone mention me?? Waiter, two vodka martinis, no sweet, extra olives, one of them strong, please make it quick." Just then, Tony suddenly walked to the side and, after speaking to the waiter, looked at the two: "What's going on? What did I miss?"
Christine directly pulled out several photos and said, "Since the main person is here, I'll be direct. This is your so-called responsibility."
The photos showed a war-torn ruin, and—weapons manufactured by Stark Industries!
Christine saw both of them looking at the photos in silence and continued, "This town is called Ghemira. Ever heard of it?"
The two exchanged glances, and Watson said, "Ethan's—"
Tony looked at the missile in the picture: "Jericho—when were these taken?"
"Just yesterday."