Beautiful Man

On the second floor of the Eiffel Tower, there is a one-Michelin star 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 combined with the ultimate landscape has attracted countless diners to come here, and the restaurant business is also very prosperous.

"Sir, madam, five mature veal steaks!" A waiter walked over and placed the steak in front of the guests.

"Thank you!"

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

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

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

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

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

With a definite answer, the waiter became very happy.

He took out his signature pen and a postcard from the "Iron Man" collector's edition, and bowed respectfully: "Sir, I am your super fan. Can you sign me?"

Hearing this, Tony was slightly surprised and unhappy.

But he still took the pen and paper, and whispered, "It's okay to sign for you, but I hope you won't bother me in 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."

Seeing the back of the waiter leaving, Tony smiled and said, "This kid is so sensible."

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

Pepper Potts absently cutting the steak, bowed his head and said, "Tony, I really don’t feel that way. The clown organization is becoming more and more rampant in the United States, and all brave fighters are fighting with them, but we come out at this time. appointment……"

Tony sighed lightly, holding Pepper's hand and said: "The fighter also needs to rest. We have been doing high-intensity work during this period, and we will break if we are too tight."

Pepper looked sad and said: "I know you are very hard, but..."

"Don't worry, it's just a week, nothing can be delayed." Tony looked sideways at the transparent floor-to-ceiling window and said: "Look, the night view of Paris is so beautiful, we must forget our worries and enjoy this rare moment. "

Pepper turned her head and looked at the night view outside the window, and for a moment she was also a little intoxicated.

Forget it, let him rest for a week.

Pepper convinced himself in his heart, finally showing a small smile on his face.

boom!

At this time, a huge muffled noise came, and a building in the distance suddenly lit up.

The expressions of Pepper and Tony instantly solidified.

The restaurant at a height of 125 meters above the ground allows 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 it is?"

"If I read it right, it should be Notre Dame de Paris!"

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

"The color of this flame is unusual. It shouldn't be accidental fire, but someone deliberately set it on fire!"

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

Who else?

Only the clown is organized!

Pepper's smile narrowed, becoming angry and helpless.

"Shit!" Seeing Pepper's eyes, Tony burst out an swear word upset.

"Tony." Pepper turned his head and shouted.

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

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

"Huh..." Tony sighed heavily: "Fire fighting is the job of firefighters."

Pepper frowned, his face serious: "It's your job to catch the clown organization."

"No! This is not my job!" Tony waved his hand quickly, and said impatiently: "I'm just a consultant of SHIELD, not an agent of SHIELD. Don't make a mistake!"

"But you are Iron Man, you are a superhero!"

"No! This is different from Iron Man! Before joining S.H.I.E.L.D., I told Nick Fury very clearly. As long as it is dealing with the clown organization, I am willing to provide all technical support without reservation, but absolutely never participate. Fight on the front line."

Tony spoke extremely fast and his complexion was a little red.

After he finished speaking, he turned his head to look out the window, and said in a slightly sad tone: "On the day six months ago, I believe you don't want to experience it again."

Hearing this, Pepper could no longer speak.

The tragic failure six months ago has completely crushed them.

Although with the help of the nobles, they each stepped out of the shadows and chose to join SHIELD against the clown organization.

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

No one can accept the successive fiascos.

………………

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

But a man in a dark hooded overalls took the opportunity to jump into the queue and walked 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.

This hooded man has disheveled clothes, dark skin and rough hands. At first glance, he looks like a man engaged in heavy physical labor.

The waiter was very suspicious that his monthly salary was enough for a big meal.

"I have an appointment!"

The hooded man took out the restaurant reservation voucher.

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

The waiter explained to him the rules of the restaurant, but the hooded man didn't have the patience to listen.

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

With a backhand stabbing, the dagger pierced the waiter's throat fiercely, and blood came out gurgling.

"what!!!"

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

This is the end, and the hooded man doesn't hide it anymore.

He took off his hood, revealing an old face.

He was Ivan Vanke who was framed by the Stark family and caused a rough life to stay in Siberia.

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

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

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

How did the people downstairs do it? Why didn't they put it in without formal clothes.

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

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

Years of heavy physical labor exercised Ivan's body very strong, and he could beat ten thin bamboo poles like a waiter in a restaurant.

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

The waiter said in horror: "You said."

"Which table does Tony Stark sit at?"

Upon hearing this, the waiter showed a surprised expression on his face.

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

"Thank you!"

Ivan smiled cruelly, and quickly strangled his throat with his right hand.

Click!

The waiter's throat was crushed, and he kept silent.

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

Stark, I have come to seek revenge for you!

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