Soon, the car arrived at a large factory located in the suburbs of Hans Industries.
"This is where we work, a little cunning rabbit hole below." Hans kept introducing it to Ivan who had just woken up. Poor Master Ivan was seriously injured and wanted to escape, but several bodyguards around him All of them are tall and thick, and they are obviously very skilled.
"Undo my friend's handcuffs first," Hans said to the bodyguards on both sides.
"Forgive me, I'm a huge fan of yours and I don't want to give you a bad impression."
Looking at the bodyguard's rude actions, Hans kept mouthing
"Don't be like this, he is a human being, not an animal."
"Okay, you can go down." Hans said to several bodyguards.
"He is dangerous!" the bodyguard said.
"Go down, we'll be fine." Hans waved his hand.
"you sure?"
"fine!"
"Who are you?" Ivan stood there steadily, the severe pain in his body causing him to clench his teeth.
"My name is Justin Hans, and I want to do some business with you. Please sit down!" Hans shook hands with Ivan cordially without any pretense of being a rich man.
Ivan's face was expressionless. In his eyes, these hateful Americans were out-and-out villains, capitalists, and blood-suckers!
There is a dining table in the middle of the factory with some exquisite food on it.
Ivan sat down slowly. Although three ribs were broken, his expression remained unchanged and he kept biting the toothpick in his mouth.
"Eat, what's on the menu today? Jack?" Hans said to a bodyguard next to him.
A fat man wearing a black suit came over, holding a huge plate with a golden round cover on it.
“It’s salmon with sauce!”
The fat man named Jack placed the plate in front of Ivan and took off the round cover. There was only a small fish as thick as a finger on the huge plate!
"Haha, isn't it very exquisite? We have everything you want." Hans smiled, and then he pointed to the big cup in front of him.
"I love desserts. This was flown in from San Francisco, but it's Italian desserts, organic ice cream. I love sweets."
Ivan still sat on the chair expressionlessly, looking at him coldly.
"Oh, it seems that you also want to kill Tony. When I saw you attacking him on the playground, you stood in front of him like a heavenly soldier. Everyone in the live broadcast room thought you were so cool. !" Hans said with great emotion.
"You want me to convey a message, and I know you know that I will definitely listen, so I can't let the police arrest you and waste your talents in vain, but I want to give you a suggestion, don't just run away and want to kill He, my idea is, if it were me, I would choose to stifle his achievements. We are very similar in many ways. The only difference is that I have resources. I think you may need my resources as your backer. a patron"
"And I am indeed the most suitable sponsor!"
"Hehehe—" Ivan grinned, his voice seemed to come directly from his chest, and his big gold teeth sparkled in the light.
"You want me to help you do things and make your weapons. I appreciate your idea and I am willing to cooperate with you."
Hans was confused and couldn't understand what Ivan was saying because Ivan was speaking Russian.
"Do you speak English? I can get a translator, I'm not sure you understand what I'm saying."
"Very nice man!" Ivan said in English.
"Nice man, man" Hans finally understood.
Two people looked at each other and smiled
"Hahaha-"
"Come on, let's do it!" Hans laughed so hard that he could see his throat.
Ivan picked up a bottle filled with vodka directly from the table
"Hey!"
"What's going on?" Hans was a little confused.
"I want my bird!" said Ivan.
"Little bird, you want a little bird?" Hans was a little unsure.
"I want my little bird!" Ivan repeated.
"I can give you ten birds!" said Hans.
"I want my little bird!" Ivan said expressionlessly.
"OK, nothing is impossible! Are you talking about your little bird in Russia?" Hans wondered if the Ivan in front of him was a lunatic.
"I want my little bird!" Ivan still only said this.
"Fuck you little bird! If you say that again, I will kill you!" Hans collapsed.
"OK." Ivan finally shut up.
"You can work here quietly. You don't have to worry about food and clothing. If you want to play with women, no problem. I can find them for you as much as you want." Hans pointed around.
"Woman? If I want to play with Pepper, can you get it for me?" Ivan said, biting his toothpick.
"Can you say something humane? Don't you know what happens to women who touch Tony's shit? The last one who did this has disappeared." Hans was speechless. This guy's thinking is different from that of normal people.
"Show you my masterpiece." Hans directed his men to turn on all the lights in the factory.
The entire tens of thousands square meters of factory was suddenly brightly lit, and rows of steel robots were neatly arranged on the production line, like a team of soldiers undergoing inspection.
"This is the design drawing I got from Obadiah. I was too eager to use the prototype to make it. I couldn't help it. I am impatient, so it is a bit rough." Hans said proudly.
Obadiah contacted him on the day he escaped and asked if he was willing to buy the blueprints of the Iron Man prototype at a high price. Hans finally made the deal for $5 million.
Obadiah happened to take the money and ran to Mexico.
There is no other way, people are stupid and have too much money.
"Just take a look around and treat this place as your own home. You will be the same here as you are at home." Hans thought to himself, if I do this, you still have to cry for father and mother, and shed tears of gratitude
"OK"
Ivan took off his shoes as he spoke and sat down on the desk.
Do you really think this is a Siberian kang
Looking at Ivan's steaming big black feet, Hans almost spit out the ice cream he had just eaten.
These feet taste so delicious!
"Ivan, let's take a look at the working environment first," Hans said, standing two meters away.
"All right."
Ivan put on his shoes, and several bodyguards around him began to breathe again, which had almost suffocated them to death.
Walking to a computer on the production line, Ivan started to operate it directly.
There was a crackle of tapping, and a string of characters appeared directly on the computer screen.
"You'd better not do that." Hans stopped him quickly after seeing it.
"We need to set some passwords before you can start the operation." Hans turned to the bodyguard behind him and said.
"Go and set a password for him to use, Jack"