Although she was the one who arranged for Jessica to wake her up at this time, Suzanne was still a little dazed when she was pulled out of her sweet dream.
She closed her eyes and held her forehead to calm down. After five minutes, the dizziness in her head subsided and she finally woke up a little.
Obviously, Jessica was very used to her waking up process. During this period, she kept her mouth shut and didn't want to disturb her. To be honest, Suzanne, who was favored by the demon king of hypoglycemia, still had a bad temper when she woke up.
Stumbling to the bathroom, Suzanne turned on the tap and splashed cold water on her face. Being frozen by the cold water, she was completely awake.
She raised her head and looked at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks and hair were dripping with water. She tied her long, silky black hair into a ponytail with a rubber band next to her. Then, she took the cleansing bottle from the shelf, squeezed out a small lump of white lotion from it, and began to wash her face gently.
Ten minutes later, after washing up, Suzanne finally had time to talk to Jessica. She put the things she used back in place one by one and asked in her mind, "Has Harry left?"
In the early hours of this morning, after enjoying Harry's special cake, Suzanne didn't go straight to bed. Instead, she had a short meeting with Harry — she needed Harry to help her perfect a plan.
So, at this time, she asked.
"Yes." The cute loli voice answered obediently, "Harry Potter set off at six o 'clock. Now, he has met up with Iron Man, the captain of Team USA and others in the Delta Wing Building."
Suzanne narrowed her eyes. "Jessica, calculate for me. How long before this battle officially starts?"
"Less than an hour."
She raised her hand and touched the corner of her lips in the mirror. It was a smile that was a mixture of expectation, excitement, cruelty and coldness.
She lowered her eyelids and muttered to herself, "That's enough."
— —
Back to the early hours of the morning.
In the Manhattan Entertainment Club where Tony frequented.
Mike, who was scared witless by his own imagination and worried that he would be silenced at any time, did his best. He took Tony and Team USA to a private room with the best soundproofing in the entire clubhouse, where no one outside could hear a thing even if they committed murder or arson inside.
Of course, with his terrifying imagination, the decoration style of this private room could be imagined.
The dark purple sofa was wide and soft, only a little smaller than the double bed. Purple and pink silk curtains decorated the wall with abstract paintings that were completely incomprehensible. Under the dim and soft light, it set off an indescribable lingering ambiguity. If the person who came in really had some kind of dirty thoughts, they would definitely be more tempted because of this.
What's more, behind the shadowy gauze curtain, there was also a highly suggestive double bathtub.
Stark, the playboy, naturally knew what this room was for, but he only thought that Mike had found the best soundproofing room for him according to his instructions. He was completely unaware of the dirty thoughts of the bald middle-aged man.
Team USA's captain, who was pure and upright and still a virgin at the age of ninety, was even more inexperienced. He completely ignored the elaborate arrangement that took a lot of effort. At this moment, Steve, who thought that he had been tricked, was furious. He only wanted to find the initiator to settle the score.
So, as soon as he entered the private room and closed the door, his face darkened. "Stark, what are you doing?"
Then, he saw that Tony had no intention of answering him at all. The mustached rich man didn't stop walking. He walked to the large sofa in the center and sat down. Then, he lifted his legs, crossed his legs, and put them on the expensive crystal coffee table in a leisurely manner.
This nonchalant attitude made Steve's face even uglier. He took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to beat up the Iron Man, and said again, "Listen, Stark, for the sake of your handsome face, I need a reason."
"I said, I'm taking you to see the world." Tony wasn't afraid at all. He crossed his arms and said, "I'll show you something good while I'm at it."
Team USA's captain: "…" Is there something wrong with this line?
Tony Playboy Iron Man: … I'm really innocent this time, I swear.
A strange thought flashed through his mind, but the captain didn't care at all. His handsome eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and his sky blue eyes were full of seriousness.
"What is it?"
Having asked Jarvis to check the security of the room, the Iron Man waved his hand, and a projection of half a person's height appeared in mid-air.
After watching the short video from beginning to end, the Team USA's captain didn't question the source and authenticity of Tony's video at all. The aura around him was no longer as relaxed as before, whether it was when he was angry or when he was threatening —
At this moment, his eyes were sharp and his face was frosty. He stood straight like a bloodthirsty spear with a threatening aura.
"I really didn't expect to see these haunting old friends after a century. Sure enough, after chopping off one head, two more grew out. But this time … "He lowered his voice as if he was talking to himself, and said with a murderous aura," I definitely won't give you another chance! "
Tony clapped unhurriedly. "Excellent! That's really the ambition of the Team USA's captain. " He put down his hand and said with a blank expression, "Eradicating Hydra is a must, but the question is, what should we do next?"
Tony clicked on the virtual projection that stopped at the last frame of the video. "In fact, this video only shows a small part of the Hydra rooted in S.H.E.L.D., like the tip of the iceberg that surfaced. As for how much is hidden below, I'm afraid not many people know except for their leader, the former S.H.E.L.D. Director Pirs."
"The problem is, Pirs is missing, who knows where he is now."
"Wait," the Team USA's captain asked sharply, "He's missing? How did he disappear? How do you know? "
Tony choked for a moment, thinking of the troublemaker that he still found beautiful and cute despite being a troublemaker. He took a deep breath, waved his hand and said perfunctorily, "Don't worry about how I know, I just know, that's not the point."
Team USA's captain looked at him suspiciously.
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