Hammer Industries's underground R&D center has pale lights and is as bright as an operating room.
Justin Hammer was wearing an expensive custom-made suit and his hair was slicked back. He was showing off his "masterpiece" to Ivan·Vanko.
"Look at this, Ivan! Look at it!" He pointed at the rows of neatly arranged Drone, like a child showing off a new toy, "Full titanium alloy shell, the most advanced enemy tracking system, each equipped with Gatling machine guns and micro-missiles! This is the shape of future warfare!"
Ivan·Vanko was wearing a gray prison uniform, with his hands in his pockets, looking at those Drone expressionlessly. His eyes were like looking at a pile of scrap metal.
Last night, Hammer "broke" him out of a high-security prison. A private plane airborne directly here.
"Where's the software?" Ivan finally spoke, with a hoarse voice and a thick Russian accent.
"Uh, software..." Hammer's smile froze, "It's still being debugged. But it doesn't matter, the hardware is perfect! As long as the software problems are solved, they can fly and fight! My team is..."
"Your team is stupid." Ivan interrupted him unceremoniously.
He walked to a control terminal and typed on the keyboard a few times. Not far away, a robotic arm that was assembling Drone suddenly twitched and lost control, bending a newly installed Gatling gun barrel and causing sparks to fly.
"This kind of garbage," Ivan said without looking back, "Is not even as good as the toys Tony·Stark made ten years ago."
Hammer's face twitched, but he still forced a smile, "That's why I need you, my friend. You are the only genius who can compete with Stark. As long as you help me perfect these Drone, money, women, whatever you want, I can give it to you!"
"I'm not interested in repairing this garbage for you." Ivan turned around and stared into Hammer's eyes, "I want my own studio, my own materials. I want to make my own things."
"Of course, of course!" Hammer immediately nodded and bowed, fearing that this only life-saving straw would run away, "You can do whatever you want! But you also have to help me put these Drone soft Everything is done. On the closing ceremony of the expo, I want the whole world to see that the Drone army of Hammer Industries is a hundred times stronger than the tin can of Stark!"
"I will give you a set of usable software." A cold smile appeared on the corner of Ivan's mouth, "But I want to create my own 'soldiers'. I want Tony·Stark to see with his own eyes how everything he created tore himself into pieces."
Hammer looked at the undisguised hatred in Ivan's eyes and shuddered in his heart. But he didn't care. He just wanted the result.
Borrow this knife and kill Tony·Stark. Then, destroy this knife as well.
At the same time, on the top floor of Stark Industries building.
Tony·Stark is bored and piercing the photo of Justin Hammer on the wall with darts. In the photo, Hammer's forehead has been pierced into a hornet's nest.
The office door was pushed open, and Pepper·Potts walked in on high heels. Behind her was a tall woman with red hair.
"Tony, stop playing." Pepper said helplessly, "Let me introduce to you, this is Natalie Miss Lashman, a new notary from the company's legal department. She has an excellent resume, can speak multiple languages, and has modeling experience."
Tony stopped the darts in his hand, turned around, and his eyes fell on Natalie.
This woman is indeed eye-catching. She is wearing a tight-fitting professional suit that outlines her almost perfect figure. Her face has no expression, and her eyes are calm, like a deep pool of water.
"Wow." Tony whistled, walked out from behind the desk, and looked her up and down, "Legal Department? You are really underwhelming. You should go to Hollywood."
"Mr. Stark, I prefer my current job." Natalie's voice was pleasant, but equally emotionless.
"Okay, Miss Lashman." Tony stretched out his hand and made a pose that he thought was cool, "Are you interested in boxing? I just need a sparring partner."
Natalie did not shake his hand, but bowed slightly. "Sorry, sir, my job responsibilities do not include this."
Pepper rubbed his temples. "Tony! Miss Lashman is here to take over the job of the previous notary. There are many important documents that need you to sign. I hope you can be more serious."
"I'm very serious." Tony took back his hand, not feeling embarrassed at all, "I'm checking the overall quality of the new employees. Well, Miss Lashman, since you are from the legal department, you must know the law well. Do you think if a person is too good-looking, is it illegal?"
Natalie's mouth finally had an almost invisible arc. "No, sir. But if it causes public disorder, you may be warned."
"Interesting." Tony touched his chin. This woman is not simple...
At this moment, the office door was pushed open again.
Chu Hang walked in.
"Tony, I've seen your 'Ark Project' promotion plan, and it's a mess." Chu Hang got straight to the point and threw a document on Tony's desk, "Are you sure this is for investors and not for your fan club?"
"Hey! You don't understand about artists." Tony complained, then he rolled his eyes and an idea came to him.
He looked at Chu Hang, then at Natalie standing next to him, with a narrow smile on his face.
"Anthony, my good partner!" Tony walked over enthusiastically and put his arm around Chu Hang's shoulders. "You came just in time. You see, as the second largest shareholder of the company, you have never seen the beginning or end of the whole Celestial. You don't even have a secretary to handle documents. Is this ridiculous?"
Chu Hang frowned. "What do you want to say?"
"I have found a perfect assistant for you!" Tony pointed at Natalie, "Natalie Miss Lashman, a doctor of law, proficient in eight languages, and has appeared on magazine covers. The most important thing is that she is very, very efficient. I think it is a waste of talent for her to follow me. As for me, I like a free and unstructured creative atmosphere, Miss Lashman is too rigorous, and our auras are not compatible."
Pepper's eyes widened. "Tony! What are you talking about! Miss Lashman is from the Legal Department!"
"What's wrong with the legal department?" Tony said confidently, "Anthony is also a shareholder of the company, so of course he has the right to get the best legal support! Isn't this just a professional counterpart? That's it!"
He wanted to throw this hot potato of unknown origin to Chu Hang and let this mysterious woman deal with another mysterious man. He wanted to see what kind of chemical reaction would happen when these two people came together.
Chu Hang glanced at Natalie.
Natalie was also looking at him, with a slight fluctuation in her eyes for the first time. This change was beyond her expectation.
Chu Hang felt like a mirror. Black Widow, Natasha·Romanoff. Nick·Fury sent me.
Interesting. Is that one-eyed dragon Fury worried about himself or Tony? Or is it both?
"Okay." Chu Hang nodded, which was beyond everyone's expectations.
He walked up to Natalie and stretched out his hand. "Hello, Miss Lashman. I am Anthony Chen. From now on, you will be my personal administrative assistant, responsible for handling all legal and business documents related to Stark Industries in my name. The salary will be tripled from the original basis."
Natasha was stunned for a moment. She quickly adjusted herself, restored a professional smile on her face, and held Chu Hang's hand. "It's an honor to work for you, Mr. Chen."
Their hands separated as soon as they touched.
Chu Hang can feel that this woman's palms are very soft, but there are some very hidden calluses at the tiger's mouth and knuckles. These are the marks left by years of high-intensity fighting and equipment training.
Natasha felt the same way. This man's hands were warm and dry, and he looked like a pampered rich man.
"Tony, you are really a genius." Pepper was so angry that he could not speak.
"Thank you for the compliment." Tony winked at her proudly. He successfully got rid of a potential trouble and was in a good mood.
"Okay, Miss Lashman." Chu Hang ignored the interaction between the two people and went directly to work, "Since you are my assistant, let's start working now."
He picked up the "Ark Project" promotion plan that he rejected on the table.
"This is your first task." Chu Hang handed the document to Natasha, "I want a report on all public financial statements, major contracts, and equity structure analysis reports of all subsidiaries of Hammer Industries in the past five years. I want to know where they spent every penny and which offshore companies they have capital transactions with. Put it on my desk before eight o'clock tomorrow morning."
Natasha took the file and his pupils shrank slightly.
For an ordinary assistant, this amount of tasks may not be completed in a week, let alone a night. This is no longer the category of business analysis, this is simply doing intelligence work.
He is testing me.
Natasha understood immediately.
"Okay, Mr. Chen." She replied calmly without showing any embarrassment, "You will see it at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."
"Very good." Chu Hang nodded, seemingly satisfied.
He took out a Black Noir magnetic card without any logo from his pocket and placed it on the table.
"Your office is on the 88th floor, and you are the only one there. Use this card to go up from the dedicated elevator in the underground parking lot."
Stark Tower claims that the highest floor is the 87th floor.
Natasha looked at the card Black Noir, and his heart felt even bigger.
Chu Hang turned around to leave. When he reached the door, he stopped again and turned around and said to Natasha:
"Welcome to the team, Miss Lashman. I hope you... can keep up with my pace."
After saying that, he walked out of the office.
Natasha looked at Chu Hang's leaving figure, then looked at the almost impossible task in his hand, and for the first time a solemn expression appeared on his face.
She realized that her mission this time might be much more complicated and dangerous than she imagined.
This man named Anthony Chen, who is he?