Meiman: I became Tony's younger brother

Chapter 191 Murder Cases

In addition to Tony, Banner, Steve, and White Ghost, the Lark Five is a handsome guy.

Both arms were covered with small items, and she was carried by the beautiful woman to the hotel.

Just when Lark was about to be suppressed by the witch, Hill called to "rescue" him from his misery.

After giving a brief report, the Cosmic Cube exploded, affecting the inspection progress of the personnel, and then hung up without saying a word.

It’s definitely intentional, hum!

Lark had just closed the door when Tony just came out from the opposite side. The two looked at each other and walked outside pretending nothing happened.

……

"Pepper."

"Hill."

"understood!"

dawn.

Pepper was sitting in the main seat, looking at Tony across from him like a saw, while Lark gloated and ate breakfast leisurely, adding a few words of criticism from time to time.

In the small square, a guard whispered, and Happy hurried into the villa:

"Boss, it's bad, someone died next to you last night."

"puff……"

Lak wiped the coffee from the corner of his mouth, looked up in surprise and asked, "What did you say?"

Tony looked confused, pointed behind him, and said, "There was no one next door to me last night, wait, don't you mean... there is a ghost!"

Before he could finish speaking, something suddenly occurred to him and his body trembled.

Since Pepper was pregnant, her guts have changed with her stomach. She sat up straight, put her hands on the table and asked excitedly:

"Is it a demon? What does it look like? Is it also a goat's head? Is it ugly?"

"Forehead……"

Happy scratched his head. It seemed, seemed, maybe he had done something bad.

After a fierce struggle, he gave Tony a look that asked for blessings, then closed his eyes and said:

"The boss booked a room in the hotel yesterday, and the next door died."

"...Phew, please finish speaking in one breath next time."

"Then go quickly, don't stay still!"

After Tony complained, avoiding Pepper's murderous eyes, he decisively dropped the knife and fork and ran away.

Lark put down the towel and said hello to follow.

"I've eaten too."

"Ah."

What kind of ghosts and ghosts dare to kill people in the room occupied by Tony Stark, next door.

Kind of!

Soon the two arrived in a car. A large number of police officers were already surrounding the hotel. Four people in white coats were carrying two stretchers and placed them on the ambulance.

Looking at the white cloth on the head, it is already dead.

The two turned their heads to look at Happy, saying that you didn't say that it was two people who died.

Happy held up his right palm: "Five."

"Hey, there's something."

Lak suddenly became interested. Since he came to this world, he was either planning to kill or was on the way to be killed.

This is the first time I have experienced a murder in the third person.

Seeing that Tony was motionless, he pushed his shoulder and glanced upstairs and teased: "Why don't you ask Jarvis how your female companions were doing last night."

"Haha, I only have Pepper in my heart. Don't sow discord between us."

"..."

Because there were reporters at the main entrance, the two chose to go around.

The Manhattan police are not stupid, and the back door naturally has a police handle.

When the two police officers saw someone approaching, they subconsciously stretched their hands to their waists. However, when they saw the skin color of the three people and their obviously valuable suits, their expressions suddenly relaxed.

The police officer on the left blocked the door and said calmly: "I'm sorry, sir, the hotel is closed now, you can go to the hotel next door."

Tony's strong mouth went online, he smiled and raised his head slightly, and pointed his nostrils at people:

"See who I am, I'm going in now, do you have any comments?"

This smell is so strong, it definitely belongs to Tony Stark, who is notorious in New York, no, in the entire Federation.

"Haha, good morning Mr. Stark, no matter what the door is, it is always open to you, please."

"Please."

The two police officers immediately acted like dogs and opened the door without even asking who Rucker and Happy were.

The three of them entered the hotel, and the person in charge immediately came down from upstairs after receiving the news.

George Stacey has a tall figure, a resolute face, and a vague military style.

"Long time no see Mr. Stark, what brought you here today? A crime scene is not suitable for a billionaire."

"You are……"

"George, George Stacy, Chief of the Manhattan Police Department's Major Crimes Unit."

"Oh... no impression."

Tony deserves to be Tony, three words make me mad,

Lark still wanted to satisfy his curiosity, so he patted him on the shoulder and took the initiative.

"Sheriff George has worked hard. We just want to see who dared to kill people next to our room. We won't disturb you to handle the case."

"It's him, the blond man in the photo."

George looked at the face of the man in front of him and instantly recalled the first time the fire broke out at the Obadiah Villa, when SHIELD had a falling out with the Manhattan Police Department over a photo.

He glanced over it at the time and barely remembered the face.

The heir to the Stark family, Lark, miraculously wakes up, stabilizes the company's stock price with two words, and then Stark Manor is destroyed.

Everything is related to the man in front of me.

In retrospect, the fire at Obadai's villa was certainly not an accident.

But, what does this have to do with me.

I'm just an employee with a salary of the police station sponsored by Stark Industries.

The elevator door opened, and a man dressed in black and Western clothes immediately surrounded him. Judging from his name tag, he seemed to be the manager of this hotel:

"Sheriff George, what's up, have you found any clues, have you caught the suspect, do you need our help?"

George was not surprised by his reaction.

This four-star hotel is also considered top-notch around Manhattan. Once it is reported that a guest dies in the hotel, five people will be charged at once.

Needless to say, the business has definitely plummeted, so the people behind the hotel are more anxious than him.

"Manager Danny, don't worry. The forensic doctor has already examined the body. I believe the results will be available soon. Please trust the Manhattan police."

Danny is such a veteran, how could he not hear that this sentence is nonsense.

He asked again: "Sergeant George, stop joking. The boss has called me three times just now, asking me to get the suspect's information. Don't make it difficult for me."

He bit the word "suspect" very hard, implying that he would give three names casually, and it would be fine for a temporary assignment.

But who is George? He is notoriously stinky and tough, how could he possibly give him information.

Moreover, he really has no clue.

Danny still wanted to exert pressure, but his eyes suddenly went dark, and a shadow covered him.

Looking up, he saw a tall, fat man with a broad body, and his voice buzzed in his ears:

"Go away, you're in the way."

"Fatty, do you know who I am?"

"do not know."

Because of the murder case, Danny focused all his attention on George, who was in a police uniform, and didn't pay attention to other people, so he didn't recognize Tony's iconic face.

As for Hapi, he is quite well-known in the bodyguard industry, and the hotel...

Manager Danny's eyes flashed sternly, threatening:

"Very good, you have the guts. Be careful when you go out at night."

As soon as these words came out, George, who had already left, stopped and silently gave a thumbs up.

Brave enough!

My number is...remember to deduct me when you are counterattacked.

Lark and Tony looked at each other, shrugged and followed.