Chapter 1091 "Sponsorship" Is Changed to "Blackmail"

Alvin led little Ginny into Ivan's car repair shop...

Seeing the various military bosses in the yard staring at him with sharp eyes, Alvin let go of the excited little Ginny and asked her to hold the gift and send it to the smiling Ivan...

Spreading his hands towards Raymond who was standing under the air conditioner, Alvin said angrily: "What the hell is going on?

When did the repair shop become the United Earth Defense Office? "

Raymond wiped the sea water off his neck with some irritation. He glanced disdainfully at Ivan, who was holding little Ginny in his arms and looking at the gifts. The daggers of different sizes made of demon teeth looked very high-end... …

Faced with Alvin's question, Raymond shook his head indifferently and said: "I just issued an 'announcement'. It is obvious that the people in the World Security Council attach great importance to my 'announcement'..."

They enthusiastically decided to pay for Ivan’s research..."

As he spoke, Raymond didn't care about the weird expressions on the faces of the military bosses. He walked up to Alvin, turned around and spread his hands to the military bosses and said, "Let's be honest, we have what you want. , and the project my boss supports is not for himself..."

Only then did Alvin realize that there was something wrong with the atmosphere among these military bosses. He had left the matter of "sponsoring" for Ivan and Dr. Ethan to Raymond, but now it seems that Raymond Making things a little too big…

Alvin looked at the yard full of old men and women carrying at least one star on their shoulders. He turned to look at Raymond and whispered, "What the hell is going on?

How could it create such a big scene by asking the World Security Council for sponsorship?

I almost killed a few blind bastards just now..."

Raymond was now a little used to Alvin's insensitivity to "rights". He shook his head in amusement and said: "I just told these people in the 'announcement' that Manhattan Tomahawk led the development of a new An alien combat platform, it will be put into combat on planets at the edge of the solar system...

Then these people rushed over regardless of their status as the World Security Council...

It was an interstellar war, and letting them participate was a 'gift'. It was not at all what you thought of asking everyone to take responsibility...

War is about interests, and interstellar war contains the interests of the entire human race.

Countries and individuals who cannot get this benefit will eventually be eliminated..."

Alvin squinted at this bald old viper with a short neck. He always felt that this old bastard was trying to make him look like a villain...

No matter what "gift" or "benefit", I just want someone to share Ivan's investment, lest these outstanding scientists turn into profit-seeking arms dealers...

Why did you sell the war machine to the New York police? What kind of robber needs police officers in mechas to find trouble?

In order to stay away from Stark and not mess around, we have to work out the rules...

As a result, a good sponsor visit turned into a bidding site for interstellar battlefield tickets...

Secretary of State William Hurt, as the spokesperson of the United States, saw that the scene was a bit embarrassing, so he walked out first, as if he did not see the anxious expressions of several short generals with small eyes, and said with a smile: "Gentlemen, we are Instead of first taking a look at the war machine designed and built by Mr. Ivan Vanko, then we’ll talk about other things.”

As he spoke, William Hurt turned to look at Alvin and Raymond, and he said with a smile: "As a part of this world, America is willing to contribute its own strength.

Mr. Alvin should believe that the United States' belief in "maintaining world security" has never changed. "

Alvin looked at this big man whose name he couldn't name. He resisted the urge to give him a middle finger, shook his head and wanted to call these military bosses who showed up unexpectedly to find a place to sit.

It’s really unattractive to have a bunch of big guys who can make the world tremble by stomping their feet standing in a yard full of garbage...

Even if "sponsorship" is changed to "extortion", you still have to treat someone to a sip of hot coffee...

When Alvin was about to speak, the Russian general who looked extremely gloomy spoke in English with a thick accent: "Your goal of 'maintaining world security' is to make the world a mess?

'War mongers' who are desperate for profit are not qualified to talk about 'maintaining world security'..."

Secretary of State William Hurt showed no sign of anger after hearing this. He just looked at the Russian general with a smile and said: "Russia is a military power. Facing possible interstellar conflicts in the future, we should be allies...

Slandering us doesn't ennoble you, General...

Need I remind you what you have been doing in Eastern Europe and West Asia? "

Alvin somewhat despised the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two big guys. In his mind, a conversation of this level should be kind, friendly, and peaceful...

Everyone drank tea and settled the bloody matters with smiles. This is the standard for dialogue at this level...

As a result, except for the fact that these two big guys did not use swear words, they were actually not much different from ordinary people quarreling.

You expose my shortcomings, and I'll reveal yours. This is generally the conversation pattern among "girlfriends" who compete for each other's boyfriends...

These big guys are like this, so unprofessional...

While Alvin was watching the excitement, Secretary of State William Hurt, who had a slight advantage in speaking, smiled, spread his hands to the military leaders of various countries, and said: "Gentlemen, as members of the World Security Council, are we We should put aside our respective grievances first.

After all, there are more important things waiting for us..."

Just when Alvin felt a little disappointed watching the Russian general die out, Zhang Qiang from the Sharpshooter Club walked in from outside. He first smiled and nodded to the big guys, then looked at William Hurt and said : “As a member of the World Security Council, paying membership dues is also an obligation…

I personally think that countries with arrears of 2 billion in dues are temporarily not qualified to participate in major resolutions..."

As he spoke, Zhang Qiang spread his hands to William Hurt and said, "Thank you for 'changing' my flight..."

Oh, America’s highways are really great, and I didn’t spend much time driving all the way from Texas…

Thank you for giving me an opportunity to visit the United States. I booked my return ticket in Nevada. It is said that there is a place called Area 51 there.

I have to go check it out and take a photo with this ‘legendary’ place...”

William Hurt was obviously a little surprised by Zhang Qiang's arrival. Faced with the real-name threat from the leader of the Gunsling Club, William Hurt, who had always been graceful and graceful, could only smile and lower his head, signaling that he would admit defeat...

There are no excuses. Since everyone is here, there is no need to pretend to be innocent. There are no "outsiders" here. Pretending will only make you look petty...

Using the excuse of a collective thunderstorm in the eastern United States to force a Chinese special plane to land at a remote agricultural airport in Texas is indeed a bit excessive...

Alvin watched in amusement as Zhang Qiang, whom he had met once before, choked up William Hurt in a few words with his beer belly...

He didn't know what Zhang Qiang had gone through, but he would still like it if someone could give this William Hurt some color.

This guy doesn't feel like he's an outsider. I'm very familiar with your president, but are you the one?

Quietly giving Zhang Qiang a thumbs up on his waist, Alvin waved to everyone and said, "Shall we find a place to sit down and watch, you guys make me look very unhospitable..."

Alvin looked at the small courtyard with no place to stay, and he called to Ivan a little embarrassed: "Hey, man, can you make some space, at least let people have a place to sit..."

Ivan rolled his eyelids and glanced around his yard with white eyes and black eyes. Then he glanced at Alvin with a look that looked like a fool. He thought for a while and did not respond to the boss's unreasonable request... …

Little Ginny stepped on her feet and hung the last devil's handicraft knife on Ivan's waist. Then she looked at the Russian guy who looked like a knife seller, and excitedly jumped to her feet and said: "Ivan is so handsome..."

Ivan glanced down at the bunch of knives on his waist. He smiled and bumped his fists with little Ginny, then turned and walked into his studio. He quickly pushed out a four-wheeled car with a guard installed. Motocross……

Looking at little Ginny who was excitedly spinning around the motorcycle, Ivan held a cute pink helmet and helped her put it on her head. Then he laughed and picked up little Ginny who kept playing with the helmet and put her on the motorcycle. on the seat...

Alvin had a headache as he watched the fucking Russian do things that endanger public safety with great love. If it weren't for the fact that he was surrounded by military bosses from various countries, he should have gone up and grabbed Ivan's neck to warn him not to take advantage of little Ginny. It hurts...

As a result, just when Alvin thought that little Ginny could knock down a few generals and show off his power, the ordinary-looking motorcycle made a huge roar and then trembled non-stop, but it stopped in place and did not rush up. sign……

Seeing little Ginny wearing a pink helmet, yelling and staring straight ahead as if she was driving a racing car, Alvin, who understood, gave Ivan a thumbs up...

Who said all Russians are crazy, Ivan is a smart man...

A one-to-one physical simulator will fit little Ginny better than anything else...

Seeing that Ivan still showed no intention of helping entertain the guests after exchanging gifts, Alvin helplessly summoned the terrifying corpse-eating vine, and cleared a small corner amidst the exclamations of a group of bosses...

Then the corpse-eating vine provided energy, and "Cruelty" was dispatched to build a ladder-shaped stand on the wall of Ivan's courtyard...

Reaching out and extending an invitation to a group of big shots, Alvin smiled and said, "Let's go sit down. It's really a bit rude to entertain guests here..."

As he spoke, Alvin shouted to Donatello, the little turtle who was busy with something unknown in Ivan's car dealership: "Man, for the sake of God, go and order for me, um ~ 20 cups of coffee..." "

The busy Donatello stretched out his shielded head and glanced at Alvin. He lifted the multifunctional glasses on his face and said with a smile: "Principal, do you want to treat me?

I have the pizza shop’s phone number here, and I have a great discount when buying a set meal…”