Chapter 43 Iron Man and Captain America

　　Steve and an agent from SHIELD spotted a smoke signal in the sky. Nick Fury should have been there too, but after a flash of golden light, his expression changed drastically, he boarded another plane and left in a hurry.

　　"Hurry, go down and take a look!" Even though there was no organization, he still unconsciously commanded the poor agent.

　　"Okay, Captain." Fortunately, the agent didn't care about this little problem. After all, he was Captain America.

　　The helicopter circled around the black smoke and descended. An anxious Steve put on his combat suit and jumped out of the plane after making sure it was a safe distance for him.

　　Tony Stark was unprepared and ran into the person his father had been thinking about all his life.

　　A tall man wearing the classic Captain America uniform descended from the sky holding a shield. His stern brows relaxed the moment he was seen. The helicopter behind him slowly descended, and the wind and sand raised by the propeller set off his figure.

　　"Are you Tony?" Steve stood up slowly, wanting to step forward happily. His eyes looked at the figure passing by through Tony's cheek.

　　But Stark was shocked. He quickly called his temporary bodyguard: "Dan Heng, I'm your employer, stop him!"

　　Danheng, who was working part-time and had his bus destroyed, was poor and had low aspirations. He gently used Jiyun to block Steve's body and said, "Excuse me, sir. Please explain your intentions."

　　Captain America put down his shield and raised his hands to show that he meant no harm: "I am Steve Rogers, and I came to the Afghan desert to rescue Anthony Stark at the request of S.H.I.E.L.D."

　　"Jesus, you are Captain America?" Is this the upper class of free America? Even when the CEO is missing, Captain America is dispatched? In just one day, Ethan was shocked to the point of numbness.

　　"Just another clown in a costume pretending to be Captain America. Everyone knows he's been dead for seventy years." Speaking of this guy, Stark hated him so much that he didn't care at all about the fake one he had identified.

　　"I'm not dead, I'm just missing, Tony. You should know that Howard has been looking for me." Steve looked innocent, and unsurprisingly, he stepped on the landmine.

　　"Shut up, fake! What do you know!" Tony was visibly furious, yelling at Dan Heng to teach him a lesson.

　　"I am only responsible for protecting your personal safety, Mr. Stark." Dan Heng said helplessly, and this environment is really unfriendly to a green dragon. Can't they get on the plane first?

　　On the other side, the SHIELD agent who discovered that they had been arguing finally parked the plane and hurried over with a satellite phone in his hand.

　　"Mr. Stark, this is your secretary, Miss Pepper, calling. I think she should be able to convince you."

　　"Tony?" Pepper's voice came from the phone, with some sobs and tears in her voice.

　　Stark's expression changed, and he took the phone awkwardly and ran to the side to start talking.

　　The three of them looked at each other, waiting for the only protagonist to finish his call.

　　When Stark came back, he had put on an unwilling look and said angrily, "Okay, they are indeed a rescue team, let's go."

　　Dan Heng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the problem was solved. He put away Jiyun, nodded to Steve, and turned to walk towards the sand.

　　"Wait, Danheng, your car has exploded, how are you going to go back?" Ethan grabbed Danheng and winked at Stark.

　　The rich man understood and said, "Come back with us. As long as you follow me, your losses will be reimbursed by Stark Group."

　　Dan Heng, who really didn't want to sell himself as a gigolo to pay off his debts, agreed to this condition. It was really a matter of money and a car that could make a hero fall. Afterwards, Stark recalled that this was the best deal he had ever made.

　　There will be no trade without (knife) killing (car). Refuse to sell in Longkou, starting with you, him, and her (TA of other genders).

　　"Who is this young man?" Steve looked at the handsome young man curiously, wanting to know how strong he was. He just made a move of Jiyun Hengban, but it made him feel a great threat.

　　"I'm just an employee of the company. I'm here to clean up the aftermath of the insurance business." Because the company promotes diversified management of its employees, in a sense, he is still an insurance salesman.

　　After all, although our little Qinglong has been meditating in the Dragon Field in the prison for nearly two hundred years and is well-read, the Ten Kings Division is not responsible for issuing graduation certificates, and secondly, the dragon masters are eyeing an idiot Dragon Lord who is easy to control.

　　As a result, Danheng was exiled overseas without even a primary school diploma. If he had not met a kind-hearted Ms. Bosan by chance who taught him a few words of English and recommended a job to him, he would not know where he would be now.

　　By the way, it was this Ms. Bosan who almost made me a duck.

　　"How much money does the company give you? I'll give you double!" Stark put his arm around Dan Heng's shoulders and showed him his huge financial resources, hoping that this strong man who could single-handedly take on an entire terrorist lair would stay by his side.

　　Dan Heng's heart was slowly but truly moved. Because players still had some conscience, Ren did not affect the ordinary people around him when he was chasing Dan Heng. Faced with the direct recruitment of the boss, it was difficult for ordinary workers to resist the temptation.

　　"But I signed a 20-year contract, and there's a penalty..." How about you wait until my contract expires before contacting me? Twenty years is actually quite short.

　　This is what a 200-year-old young man, a Vajra Master, who has a reincarnation lifespan of about 700 years, said.

　　"I'll pay the penalty." The rich man smiled contemptuously and resolved Dan Heng's resistance with just one sentence.

　　Luo Fu's documents were delivered by a mechanical bird and delivered to various countries. The Interstellar Peace Company kindly provided a synesthesia beacon, which allowed the heads of various countries who were completely in the dark to understand the words on the letter.

　　Since the original text is too complex and the words used are simple, we can only extract the central concept:

　　1. Flower planting is open from today, and ports are open for tourism and trade;

　　2. The international martial arts competition is scheduled to be held one month from today. There is no restriction on any weapons at the competition site. Knights from all countries are welcome to sign up.

　　3. Although we have been secluded from the world for thousands of years, we are still part of the Earth. We sincerely invite scholars from all over the world to come and exchange ideas and learn from us.

　　All countries published this document, and the black market for flower-related items became the hottest topic. People with a keen sense of smell had already taken boats overnight to the blooming flowers. There was a dizzying amount of true and false news.

　　Because the time was still short and everything about flower planting had not really fermented yet, Stark happily flew to the airport closest to Afghanistan by helicopter and booked the first-class cabin of the fastest flight at the airport.

　　"This is life." He lay comfortably in the seat and carefully sent Captain America and his little follower to the economy class.

　　Dan Heng sat aside with his arms folded and his eyes closed.

　　"Mr. Danheng, where is your weapon?" Ethan asked curiously, "Did it fall into the helicopter?"

　　It seemed that the green spear had not been seen since boarding the plane, and Dan Heng was calm and composed, not seeming to be worried at all.

　　"I just put it away temporarily." He answered with a very nonchalant expression on his face.

　　Player: Luofu Technology, isn’t it amazing?

　　Seeing that he could not get any results, Ethan was about to lie down when he heard Stark suddenly yell, "What?"

　　The noise was so loud that both of them turned their heads. Even the pretty blonde stewardess poked her head out: "Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

　　Facing such a beauty, Stark was no longer in the mood to flirt. It was like he suddenly saw a dancing elephant on the plane: "The flowers are blooming?!"

　　"How is that possible!" Dan Heng's face was full of disbelief. What was Jing Yuan doing? Was he planning to rule the Earth? Didn't the Alliance strictly prohibit the immortal species from escaping from the flower garden without permission?

　　His abnormal reaction did not attract the attention of others. Ethan patted his shoulder with empathy: "I understand. Just like an hour ago, I was a translator who was proficient in five languages. Now I am completely unemployed due to the impact of the market."

　　He pointed at the news in his hand about the Interstellar Peace Company launching the synesthesia beacon, and felt as sad as if he had studied medicine for ten years and found out that everyone had ascended.

　　Dan Heng flipped through the news in his hand and found that translators and linguistics students from various countries had begun to demonstrate downstairs of the company.

　　The dust of the times is like a mountain when it falls on everyone, but this mountain comes too inexplicably. When the company crushed these ants, it didn't care about their feelings at all.

　　It's like a flower grower crushing all the high-tech weapons with a flying sword.

　　He turned around and looked through his phone, and the browser pushed him new flower-planting updates. He looked at the document in the picture and breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, it only allowed other people to plant flowers, rather than allowing the flower growers to run away.

　　And Tony Stark has been playing the video of the flying sword creating ocean waves on a loop. Although he does intend to shut down the weapons manufacturing division, there is a big difference between shutting down voluntarily and shutting down after being crushed to death.

　　Yan Qing's childish face was frozen into a photo and displayed on his mobile phone. The three flying swords surrounding him satisfied everyone's fantasy about a swordsman. The media could certainly attack the flower-growing industry for employing child labor, but that was no different from the method of spiritual victory.

　　Messages kept popping up on his phone one after another. The news from the weapons department almost filled up his mailbox. Even that jerk from Hammer Company put aside his prejudice and asked Stark to come out. Text messages from military bosses came one after another.

　　In other words, he cannot make phone calls on the plane, otherwise everyone will be disturbed during the journey.

　　"Tony?" Steve suddenly pushed open the door of the first-class cabin, and he and the SHIELD agent squeezed in together.

　　Seeing this, Dan Heng politely asked the flight attendant to leave: "Sorry, I don't need any help here for the time being."

　　Black Widow nodded, made sure the monitors were working properly, and left.

　　"What are you doing here?" Stark was in a bad mood and didn't want to pay attention to this "elder" who suddenly appeared.

　　"I just learned about the flower planting, and I want to participate in the competition. Tony, I need your help." He said sincerely to his nominal nephew.

　　Although he knew that other heroes, such as Superman and the Flash, would never sit idly by, as Captain America and a spiritual role model for American youth, he had the responsibility and obligation to stand up and win glory for his country.

　　Dan Heng awkwardly pushed himself deeper into the seat.