During dinner, Mike was at times sympathetic, at times gritting his teeth, and at times secretly delighted, making Old Earl eat his meal with trepidation.
What should you do if your boss has multiple personalities?
Skye and Chloe were busy feeding Bobby and didn't notice Mike's rich expressions at all.
Well, he was ignored. The appeal of a cute creature was no less than that of a strong man.
After dinner, they simply closed the supermarket, and the four people and one cute creature huddled on the sofa watching TV.
"Mike!" Skye suddenly became excited, "Look, it's Miss Potts."
An emergency news report was interrupting the TV program. On screen, Pepper, after giving a speech at a charity event, was being interviewed by reporters.
Ever since the press conference announcing the closure of the weapons department, Stark Industries had been in chaos. Stark could turn off his phone and have Jarvis filter out unwanted calls, but Pepper couldn't do that. So the pressure wasn't gone; it had just shifted from Stark to Pepper.
Otherwise, why do you think Stark could comfortably stay in his mansion playing with his Iron Man Suit and throwing wild parties?
"Oh, she's really a pitiful woman." Mike sighed, then criticized Stark, "What a scumbag, Stark. So, whether a man has money or not, the most important thing is to be responsible and accountable. What kind of man throws everything onto a woman? Look, Pepper has become so much thinner..."
"How can you tell she's thinner?" Skye turned her head and stared at Mike.
Uh... that's not the point, okay!
Women's focus is really strange.
How to answer?
She's clearly thinner, anyone with eyes can see it. But you can't say that, otherwise, women will only ask suspiciously, "Are you two very close?" or "Why are you paying so much attention to other women?"
And then, men will probably think women are being unreasonable.
And then, tiny dissatisfactions accumulate day by day, eventually leading to an explosion. So congratulations, you're one step closer to being a single dog, or walking further and further down the path of a single dog.
Sometimes you might wonder, "I clearly didn't do anything wrong, so why are things always getting worse?" Think about it, most of the time, people just make mistakes without realizing it, and then make mistake after mistake.
Scumbag Training Manual: Pay attention to details. Making mistakes isn't important; what's important is knowing where you went wrong and not making the same mistake again.
"Stark told me," Mike replied super naturally. "Didn't I stay at his house for a few days?"
Sure enough, Skye stopped asking further questions, which was a good opportunity to divert her attention.
"Think about it, during the month Stark was kidnapped, Pepper must have been worried sick. As soon as Stark returned, he announced the closure of the weapons department that very day. It was simply seamless torture for Pepper. If Pepper were twenty years older, people would definitely think she was Stark's biological mother." Mike said indignantly, "As a man, I can't stand it. Putting a weak woman in the spotlight, what's the point of having money if you have no responsibility? Bah, I disdain to be associated with him. I'll draw a clear line with him sooner or later!"
"The boss seems to be a bit resentful of the rich today. Did the business lose money?" Old Earl felt he had grasped the key to the problem and quietly asked Skye.
"I don't think so." Skye thought for a moment, "He recently shorted Stark stock and made a large sum..."
"Oh, then maybe I overthought it."
Hey, hey, I can hear you... Mike felt the downside of being sharp-eared and clear-sighted for the first time.
Yes, I made money, but before I could even enjoy it, the system exploited it all. Isn't it more painful to have something and then have it taken away than to never have had it in the first place? You're stabbing me in the heart!
"Ahem... watch TV properly, respect the media people. They may have no integrity, but we can't be without it. I'm talking about you, Bobby! You just fell asleep, didn't you?" Mike pulled Bobby over, one word: stroke, part: belly!
"Don't bully Bobby..." Chloe said weakly.
Mike's eyes lit up, and he discovered another cute creature, one word: rub, part: cheek.
"Wuwuwu..."
Suddenly, the scene on TV erupted into chaos. A van crashed into the venue, hitting several people who couldn't dodge in time.
The car door slid open, and the first thing to appear were the muzzles of three submachine guns.
Da da da...
The gunmen fired wildly at the several security guards who had reacted.
Flesh and blood flew.
Two security personnel were instantly riddled with bullets.
The rest were pinned behind obstacles, not daring to show their heads. It wasn't their fault; their weapons were only automatic pistols. What could they do against submachine gun wielding thugs?
It's not that our side is too incompetent, but that the enemy's firepower is too fierce. The security guards are also desperate...
"How arrogant, not even wearing masks."
Three thugs jumped out of the car. The leader was a bald man with a stitched tattoo on his forehead, wearing a classic black tracksuit with three white stripes, showing no respect for the profession of a thug.
"This bald guy feels a bit familiar."
Mike tried to recall, but couldn't. It was just a vague familiarity, probably not an important plot character.
The bald man swaggered onto the stage, "Ladies and gentlemen, greetings to your whole family. My target is a chick named Pepper Potts."
He fumbled around on his body for a while, pulling out a photo from his chest pocket: "She looks like this, oh wow, a blonde chick, Russia's favorite. I'm that Russian guy... Now tell me, where's the blonde chick, or just step forward yourself."
As he spoke, he pointed his gun at an old man in a suit below the stage.
"Hello, what's your name? What do you do?"
"Wayne, producer. I'm very good at Oscar PR. If you're interested, I can turn your story into a movie. This is my..."
Bang!
The bald man's accomplice shot Wayne in the back of the head.
The bald man's eyes widened, and he said angrily, "You what?!"
"He's pulling out a gun!"
"Idiot, he's not pulling out a gun, he's pulling out a business card, you super incredibly stupid idiot..." The bald man's angry spit flew, and then he pointed his gun at the person next to him: "And you?"
"Daniel."
"Also a producer."
"Actor."
"Alright, whatever, consider yourself unlucky. I'll count to ten, and if the blonde chick doesn't step out, you can say goodbye to this World. One, two, four, eight..."
"Wait, wait!"
"Ten!"
Bang!
Another famous Hollywood scumbag went to see Mephisto.
"Boss, that's not how you count from one to ten." The bald man's accomplice whispered a reminder.
"It's not?" The bald man was momentarily stunned, then said viciously, "I'll count however I want, who has an opinion!"
This is an idiot, confirmed.
The bald man pointed his gun at the next person, "Next!"
"Wait." A slightly panicked female voice.
Pepper slowly stood up from behind the green belt. She said, "If you're looking for me, I'm here. Don't hurt anyone else."
"Grab her!"
The bald man looked at the photo for a long time before matching the person in the photo with Pepper. It was unclear if his idiocy caused his face blindness.
The bald man's two subordinates rushed over to grab Pepper, only to suddenly find two hands extending from under Pepper's ribs, each holding a pistol with a suppressor attached.
Chirp! Chirp!
Both accomplices were simultaneously shot.
"Get down!"
Hiding behind Pepper was none other than Black Widow, disguised as a secretary.
Pepper obeyed, immediately dropping to the ground without hesitation. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Natalie rolling to avoid the bald man's sweeping gunfire, while simultaneously firing her own gun!
The bald man, holding a submachine gun, was immediately hit and fell to the ground, wailing.