"But I have a feeling that I can sense the presence of cards not far from the villa... Is it an illusion, or did the family find me so quickly?" Kyle muttered to himself, looking out the window, but he didn't see anyone else.
At this time, next to Tony's villa, there was a street across the rooftop of a building.
Hong Shi, wearing a black suit, stood on it, feeling the cold wind from high altitude, looking down at the luxurious duplex villa about 500 meters away.
Hong Shi already knew about the appearance of the demon card, and although he was extremely excited, he still chose to complete the assassination mission at hand as planned.
Every twenty years, the Carl family would secretly recruit a group of children as new card players. Among the previous card players, only the elite card players who were promoted to the "black level" could continue to stay in the base. The rest of the card players would go out on their own to create dependent families or forces around the world.
Rob is a card player of the third generation, and he inherited the name of the "Red Ten" card player. His grandfather was a card player of the first generation, and he spent a huge amount of family contribution points to send him into the Carl family when he was young.
In the Carl family, one can constantly acquire abilities, evolve beyond ordinary things, and explore immortality. No card follower is willing to leave the headquarters of the holy land.
"If the master of the family really comes back, I'll take this opportunity to perfectly complete the mission in New York and show myself well!" Hong Shi took a deep breath and took out a photo from his pocket.
The photo above was taken from a candid angle, so it's a bit blurry and a little blocked by Tony. All we can see is that the target person is a silver-haired young man wearing a hood and sunglasses.
Hong Shi's eyes were cold and he waved his hand slightly. A tiny blade flew out from the sleeve of his suit and accurately nailed the photo into the iron fence.
In the evening, the sun sets, night slowly falls, and the lights of New York city light up one by one.
Tony, who was still staying in the basement of the villa, suddenly received a message. When he clicked it, he was surprised to find that his uncle Stani had held a dinner party in his name and did not send him an invitation.
"What does this mean? Are you sure I won't go?"
Tony frowned slightly, called Jarvis, planned to change his clothes, and drive directly to the banquet.
But after just a few steps, Tony stopped, glanced upstairs, and ordered: "Jarvis, go call Mr. Ka and ask him if he wants to go to the dinner together. Anyway, we haven't had dinner yet."
Jarvis immediately conveyed the original words. After hearing it, Kyle touched his chin with a little surprise and asked, "Go to the party?"
If he goes to the banquet now, he will probably explode later. But, what does it matter...
Kyle did what he wanted and agreed without thinking too much.
ten minutes later.
Tony picked out a silver supercar and drove it to the garage door. Kyle, dressed in a fitted black tuxedo, opened the door and got into the back seat.
"Mr. Ka, do you still need to wear sunglasses so late at night?" Tony looked at Kyle through the rearview mirror and asked in surprise.
"I have a scar around my eye," Kyle shrugged.
Tony curled his lips, deciding that Kyle was just like him and liked to act cool, so he stepped on the accelerator and drove the sports car out of the underground garage.
Outside the villa.
Red Cross, who had been waiting outside and ready to take action, was stunned when he saw the sports car carrying Tony and Kyle leaving. He glanced around, quickly unlocked a motorcycle, and chased after them at full speed.
High-end evening in downtown New York City.
A bunch of media were at the scene, holding up cameras and microphones, crowded on both sides of the party entrance. Stanny smiled and warmly greeted every distinguished guest who came to the party.
Just then, a shiny silver sports car stopped at the entrance of the banquet hall, and Tony calmly opened the door and stepped out.
"Oh my god, it's Tony Stark!"
A dozen or so media reporters exclaimed, and with Stanley's slightly ugly expression on their face, they gathered together and moved inside, surrounding Tony like a star.
Kyle in the back seat of the sports car shook his head secretly. Tony was really a great weapon in attracting attention. He opened the back door easily and got out. Everyone's eyes were focused on Tony and no one noticed him.
"Mr. Stark, I hope you can answer the question."
The media kept asking, and Tony thought they were asking about the closure of the weapons manufacturing department again, so he didn't want to pay any attention. Unexpectedly, several reporters looked fanatical and asked questions quickly:
"This morning, your godfather's demon card appeared on various platforms. Please tell me, what do you think of your godfather?"
"Mr. Stark, have you seen the Godfather himself in recent years or recently?"
"Godfather Kyle has been retired for so long, is he going to return to the public eye?"
"Um???"
Tony was stunned by the question. He stood there, looking at the reporters in disbelief. "My Godfather—shows up?!"
Chapter 221: Regret
The venue for the party was a large high-end bar and dance hall. The shimmering neon lights shone down from the ceiling, gentle and not dazzling but retaining a dim conservative feeling. Beautiful and fashionable music flowed quietly in the hall.
All the invited participants were successful young people from various industries. The men were dressed in suits, ties and watches, looking like handsome gentlemen, while the women were dressed in evening gowns, hairbands and jewelry, looking gorgeous.
With Tony passively dealing with the media reporters at the entrance of the party, Kyle was relaxed and entered the ballroom smoothly. He took the red wine from the waiter and sat down in a dimly lit corner seat.
Kyle took a sip of red wine, leaned back in the soft leather chair, squinted his eyes and looked at the gentlemen and beauties dancing in pairs to the music in front of him.
Time seems to be intertwined, subtly connected with a scene during World War II, but it is soon shattered and returns to the real reality.
"It's been three or four days. It's time to completely adapt to the 21st century."
Kyle sighed in his heart and tasted the new red wine alone. At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came close and said, "Excuse me, can I sit next to you?"
Kyle's body trembled slightly in a trance. This voice was very similar to Peggy Carter's, just as crisp, powerful, clean and neat, with a hint of irresistible decisiveness.
He looked up and saw a young woman wearing a white shirt and a western-style jacket on the upper body, and long trousers on the lower body. She had slightly curly blonde hair draped over her shoulders, and had light makeup on her face. Her facial features were neat and beautiful, and she also looked somewhat like Peggy.
But it was all just a resemblance. The woman who came closer, lowered her head, and smiled professionally and politely was obviously not Peggy.
Despite this, Kyle still nodded calmly, "Sit anywhere you want."
The woman smiled and sat down at the seat directly opposite Kyle's small table. She looked at Kyle carefully with her bright eyes, and a thoughtful look appeared on her pretty face.
Just when Kyle thought that the other party recognized him, the woman confidently judged, "You and I are both weird. We don't fit in with the other people at the party. You probably didn't come here just for socializing and entertainment, right?"
Kyle was slightly stunned, but soon realized that he was still 23 years old, younger than when he retired as a major general. Sixty-three years later, this had become a blind spot in the cognition of ordinary people in society.
Many people have their own preconceived ideas and believe that the legendary great man who is the symbol of peace is now inevitably a 90-year-old old man with a thin figure and pale hair.
This is why, when Kyle, who only wore sunglasses and had silver hair instead of blond hair, walked on the busy streets, even until now when he showed the devil card, no one could identify him.
"You guessed it right." The woman looked at the stunned expression on his face, covered her mouth and chuckled. She blinked her beautiful eyes playfully and said in a low voice: "To be honest, my name is Ellie Carter, and I'm actually a reporter for the New York Times."
Ellie Carter
Kyle stared at her, not knowing what he was thinking, and listened to her continue.
"I sneaked into this banquet venue." Ellie looked around vigilantly, leaned close to Kyle and whispered, "Just now I saw you get out of Tony's sports car. Can you tell me the relationship between you and him, bodyguard?"
Kyle was silent for a moment, looked at her through his sunglasses, and said, "I can answer any of your questions. But if you ask me a question, I will ask you a question too."