Marvel’s Big Villain

Chapter 196 Revenge for being 20 years late!

On the second floor of the Eiffel Tower, there is a Michelin-starred restaurant named Jules Verne.

The restaurant specializes in French cuisine. It is 125 meters above the ground. Sitting by the window, you can enjoy the night view of Paris.

The good craftsmanship and the ultimate landscape have attracted countless diners to come here, and the restaurant's business is also very prosperous.

"Sir, ma'am, five-mature pan-fried steak!" A waiter came over and placed the steak in front of the guests.

"thanks!"

After the guests thanked them casually, they picked up the knife and fork and prepared to taste the delicious delicacies in front of them.

However, the waiter on the side did not leave. He stared at the guest's face earnestly, his expression shy and a little hesitant to speak.

"What's wrong?" The guest turned his head slightly impatiently.

"Are you Mr. Tony Stark?" the waiter asked hastily.

Tony put down his knife and fork to face him, and said indifferently: "I am!"

The waiter became very happy with a definite answer.

He took out a signature pen and an "Iron Man" collector's edition postcard, and bowed respectfully: "Sir, I'm your super fan, can you sign me?"

Hearing this, Tony was slightly surprised and displeased.

But he still took the pen and paper and whispered, "It's okay to sign your autograph, but I hope you won't disturb me for the next hour."

Looking at the signed photo in his hand, the waiter nodded happily: "Don't worry, I won't let anyone disturb your date."

Looking at the back of the waiter leaving, Tony smiled and said, "This kid is really sensible."

After speaking, he turned his head to look at the beautiful woman in front of him, and persuaded, "Even the waiter can tell that we are dating, so don't frown so much and be happy."

Pepper Potts cut the steak absent-mindedly, lowered his head and said: "Tony, I really don't feel that way. The clown organization is getting more and more rampant in the United States, and all the brave fighters are fighting against them, but we came out at this time. Dating……"

Tony sighed lightly, held Pepper's hand and said, "The fighters also need to rest. We have been doing high-intensity work during this time, and if we are too stressed, it will break."

Pepper said sadly: "I know you are working hard, but..."

"Don't but, it's only a week's time, nothing will be delayed." Tony looked sideways at the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows and said, "Look, the night view of Paris is so beautiful, we have to forget our troubles and enjoy this rare moment. "

Pepper turned her head to look at the night scene outside the window, and she was also intoxicated for a moment.

Forget it, let him rest for a week.

Pepper convinced himself in his heart, and a slight smile finally appeared on his face.

boom!

At this time, a huge muffled sound came, and a building in the distance suddenly burst into flames.

Pepper and Tony's expressions instantly froze.

The restaurant is 125 meters above the ground, allowing guests to easily see the panoramic view of Paris.

Soon, there was a noise in the quiet and elegant restaurant.

"My goodness!"

"What a big flame, who knows where that is?"

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be Notre Dame!"

"It's over! With such a big flame, Notre Dame de Paris will be burnt to ashes."

"The color of this flame is unusual. It should not be an accidental fire, but someone deliberately set it on fire!"

"But who has the guts to set Notre Dame on fire?"

Who else could it be?

Only the clown is organized!

The smile on Pepper's face subsided, becoming angry and helpless.

"Shit!" Looking at Pepper's eyes, Tony exclaimed distraught.

"Tony." Pepper turned his head and shouted.

But Mr. Stark didn't seem to hear, just frowned and cut the steak on the plate hard.

"Tony! It's your turn!" Pepper's voice rose a few degrees.

"Huh..." Tony sighed heavily: "Fighting fires is the job of firefighters."

Pepper frowned, with a serious face: "It's your job to arrest the clown organization."

"No! It's not my job!" Tony waved his hand quickly and said impatiently: "I'm just a consultant of S.H.I.E.L.D., not an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., don't make a mistake!"

"But you're Iron Man, you're a superhero!"

"No! It's different from Iron Man! Before joining S.H.I.E.L.D., I made it very clear to Nick Fury. As long as it is dealing with the Joker organization, I am willing to provide all technical support without reservation, but I will definitely not participate. Frontline battle."

Tony's speech was extremely fast, and his face was a little red.

After he finished speaking in one breath, he looked out the window sideways and said with a slightly sad tone: "On that day half a year ago, I believe you don't want to experience it again."

Hearing this, Pepper was speechless.

The tragic failure six months ago had completely crushed them.

Although with the help of nobles, they each walked out of the shadows and chose to join S.H.I.E.L.D. against the clown organization.

But neither Tony nor Pepper lost the courage to confront Jason.

No one can accept the successive fiasco.

………………

At the sightseeing entrance on the ground of the Eiffel Tower, a long queue of people pointed at the distant firelight.

A man wearing a dark hooded overalls took the opportunity to cut into the sightseeing entrance and came to the private elevator leading to the second floor.

"Sir, do you have an appointment?" A waiter stopped him and looked up and down with those questioning eyes.

The hooded man was disheveled, with dark skin and rough hands, and he looked like a man engaged in heavy manual labor.

The waiter wondered whether his monthly salary would be enough for a big meal.

"I have an appointment!"

The hooded man took out the restaurant's reservation voucher.

"Sir, I'm sorry, this restaurant must wear formal clothes. If you don't have formal clothes, the restaurant..."

The waiter explained the restaurant's rules to him, but the Hooded Man was impatient.

He frowned and flicked his wrist, and a dagger appeared in his hand.

With a backhand stab, the dagger plunged into the waiter's throat fiercely, and blood gushed out.

"what!!!"

This scene was seen by the people behind, and there was a piercing scream immediately.

At this point, the hooded man is no longer hiding.

He took off his hood, revealing an old face.

He was framed by the Stark family, resulting in a rough life of Ivan Vanke who could only hide in Siberia.

The purpose of his trip was to assassinate the last bloodline of the Stark family - Tony Stark.

Ivan ignored the panicked passers-by and entered the elevator to the restaurant on the second floor of the Eiffel Tower.

The elevator door opened, and the waiter in charge of reception was startled.

How did the people downstairs do it, they let them in without wearing formal clothes.

"Sir, I'm sorry, this restaurant..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ivan grabbed the collar and dragged him into the elevator.

Years of heavy physical labor have made Ivan's body very strong. He can beat ten thin bamboo poles like a restaurant waiter.

Ivan asked fiercely: "If you want to live, answer me a question."

The waiter said in horror: "Which table do you say ~www.novelmt.com~ Tony Stark is sitting at?"

Hearing this, the waiter had a surprised expression on his face.

After hesitating for a moment, he stretched out his finger tremblingly and pointed to the left: "Mr. Stark is at table 20!"

"thanks!"

Ivan smiled cruelly, and his right hand quickly grabbed his throat.

Click!

The waiter's throat was crushed, and he faltered and could not make a sound.

He could only stare with round eyes and kneel on the ground with a painful expression.

Stark, I'm here for revenge!

With a sneer on his face, Ivan strode into the restaurant.

(End of this chapter)