Wanjie Hotel: Iron Man is not allowed to charge

Chapter 125 is confirmed, hotel buff (Thanks to Shenhe Hexie Alliance Leader for the reward, please give double monthly tickets)
Tony looked at Sarah with a puzzled expression, and Charon and Marcus also looked at Sarah.

Sarah shrugged.

"Queen of the Sea, according to the Golden Alliance's code of conduct, what should you be doing now?"

Tony was even more confused: "What are the principles of the Golden Alliance? Isn't it just about plundering gold?"

The T1000, which was occupied by Haihou, reached out and transformed into a data interface.

"Mr. Tony, could you please conduct a security check on all my data?"

Tony paused for a moment, then cursed, "Damn Wen Ming, just how careful is he?"

Sarah laughed: "It can't be unstable. The T1000 is very shrewd. When Qing comes back later, we'll have to do a second round of checks."

Tony picked up the tablet and began browsing through the T1000's core program. As he browsed, he muttered under his breath, "Tell Wenming I want dumplings."

Tell him to get back here right now and make dumplings!

I've done him free labor again!

"Okay, Mr. Stark, the message has been sent."

The owner is currently outside the service area, but he should be back to make dumplings for you once he reaches the shore.

Tony got even angrier upon hearing this: "Fuck!"
Sailboats, beautiful women, and five of them!
I'm going back tonight to find five cover girls!
No, 10!

……

At nine o'clock in the evening, the sailboat docked. Wen Ming led Perkins and Rebecca off the sailboat and were about to get into the car to go back to the hotel when a figure came out.

Wen Ming was taken aback: "Belinda, what are you still doing here?"

"I was worried about you. I heard that three speedboats capsized at sea this afternoon, and more than a dozen people drowned. I... I was terrified, sob..."

The assistant looked terrified; she was clearly quite frightened.

Wen Ming was at a loss. He hadn’t expected Belinda to have been waiting since the afternoon, a full six hours!

All his previous wariness of Belinda crumbled at this moment, and he quickly led her to the car: "Have you not had dinner yet?"

"I...I can't eat."

The sobbing assistant, tears streaming down her face, looked closely at Wen Ming and asked, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, it's all over now."

Wen Ming pressed the intercom: "Duru, take Belinda home. You know the address."

"Okay, boss."

In the enclosed back seat, Belinda shook her head violently: "Boss, you should go back to the hotel right away. What if we encounter danger on the way back?"

"Don't worry, the 911s in Metropolis are all waiting outside for them to walk right into their trap."

How many people have died in the Heihe Society today?

30?

50?

With so many people dead, even a super conglomerate would probably have to think twice before launching a third attack tonight, given the possibility of their headquarters being attacked on 9/11.

If the Black River Society still insists on coming, then Wen Ming will really have to take this super conglomerate seriously.

Because such a super conglomerate is definitely not stupid. The fact that they dare to attack them wave after wave proves that they are fearless.

Given such massive casualties, if they continue to attack, then their security level probably needs to be raised another level, well, two levels.

No, three.

However, Wen Ming did not believe that the other party would attack again. If it were him, he would definitely investigate the reason why so many of his men died today.

First a car accident, then a boat accident.

With his subordinates either dying in accidents or going bankrupt, anyone with a modicum of sense wouldn't keep feeding them kills.

Belinda knew nothing of this, but she was somewhat relieved to hear that there were many 911s guarding outside.

Whether it was from being tired outside, hungry, or simply from relaxing after letting go of her worries, she couldn't stay awake any longer after chatting with Wen Ming for a few more minutes and fell asleep leaning on his shoulder.

Wen Ming didn't dare to move rashly, but he was deeply moved.

But the moment Belinda leaned closer, his nose twitched, and he swallowed.

A strange light flashed in his eyes.

After the car stopped downstairs at Belinda's apartment building, Wen Ming carried her out of the car in a princess carry.

The moment Wen Ming picked up Belinda, he paused, looked down at Belinda in his arms, and swallowed hard.

Wen Ming thoughtfully picked up Belinda and quickly walked into the elevator.

Should we go with them?

Perkins and Rebecca got out of the second SUV. Drew looked at them with a strange expression: "Why aren't you coming? The boss is waiting for you."

"what?"

The two women were stunned for a moment, and then they realized that Wen Ming was standing in the elevator watching them.

The two women hurriedly ran over.

Perkins glanced sideways at Belinda in Wen Ming's arms, then gave Rebecca a look, and Rebecca covered her mouth and chuckled.

Do you need gossip too?

Aren't you afraid your boss will yell at you again?
Duru and another driver outside the apartment exchanged a glance, both seeing the smile in each other's eyes.

"The boss is in for a treat tonight."

"I don't know how long it will take. Three beautiful women, it will take at least three hours."

"How could that be? The boss is a billionaire, not a wild buffalo. Besides, he's from Daqian. He spent so much time partying on the sailboat this afternoon. Half an hour tonight is the absolute maximum!"

……

"Ding!"

The elevator doors opened, and Wen Ming strode out. He walked to a door, gestured towards Perkins, and Perkins immediately reached out, opened the small backpack Belinda was carrying, found the key, and opened the door.

Wen Ming did not go in.

Perkins went inside and searched around to make sure everything was alright, then nodded to Wen Ming outside the door.

Wen Ming walked into the house, put Belinda on the bed, and then headed towards the kitchen: "I'll get her something to eat. You guys just wait outside. Tell both drivers to go back, and leave one car behind."

After giving some instructions, Wen Ming opened the refrigerator to look for ingredients, only to find two bottles of milk, a few eggs, and some fruit.

Wen Ming picked up his phone and searched for a while before finally choosing a dish that looked, smelled, and tasted delicious.

It’s decided, it’s you.

……

Belinda didn't know how long she had slept; she was awakened by a fragrant aroma.

She opened her eyes, looked around somewhat confusedly, and breathed a sigh of relief when she found herself in familiar surroundings. She slipped on her slippers and walked out of the bedroom, where she saw Wen Ming busy at work.

"Wen Ming, why haven't you left yet?"

"You haven't eaten yet, of course I'm not leaving."

When Wenming saw that Belinda had woken up, he used heat-resistant gloves to take one of the two golden-brown desserts from the oven and placed it on the dining table.

Caramel milk egg pudding?

Upon seeing the dessert in front of her, Belinda's eyes immediately lit up with delight.

Wen Ming handed Belinda a spoon: "It's a little hot, don't eat it yet."

"Thank you!"

Belinda's eyes were full of tenderness. After hanging the heat-resistant gloves outside the oven, Wen Ming sat down at the dining table: "Don't do this again next time. I'm telling you to go home, you must go home."

"I see."

Belinda scooped a piece of pudding with a spoon, blew on it to cool it down a little, and then put it in her mouth.

The delicate and smooth texture quickly captivated her taste buds, and Belinda's expression immediately became quite varied.

"Wen Ming, how come your cooking is so delicious?"

Looking at the other person's seemingly genuine expression, Wen Ming revealed a strange smile: "I learned it all from Kuaiyin. I thought I would fail, but I didn't expect to succeed."

"It tastes amazing."

Belinda scooped up another spoonful of pudding with her spoon, took a bite, and then naturally put the spoon down, saying, "I'd like to have some red wine. Would you like a glass?"

Wen Ming glanced at Belinda, and when he saw her shy yet determined eyes, the smile on his face completely disappeared: "Belinda."

"what happened?"

Belinda noticed the smile disappear from Wen Ming's face and asked curiously, "Do you have something else to take care of? Oh right, is it about the attack? Maybe we shouldn't drink it then?"

Wen Ming tapped his Bluetooth headset, and the door was suddenly pushed open.

Perkins and Rebecca rushed in with pistols. They quickly scanned the room, and after confirming there was no other danger, they suddenly pointed their pistols at Belinda, who was sitting opposite Wenming.

"What? Huh? Wenming, what's wrong with you?"
Why, why did they suddenly point guns at me!

Belinda looked utterly terrified.

She was terrified by what she saw, trembling with fear, but dared not make the slightest movement, for fear of being shot dead by the two men.

Wen Ming reached out and took the spoon from Belinda's hand, then scooped up a mouthful of pudding and put it in his mouth, savoring it carefully. Then he picked up a new spoon, scooped up a mouthful, and handed it to Perkins: "Perkins, you try it."

Perkins kept a wary eye on Belinda as she took a bite. The moment the pudding entered her mouth, her expression turned strange: "Boss, why is it so bitter? When did your cooking become so bad?"

Wen Ming nodded, then looked at Belinda: "How much longer are you going to keep up this act?"

Belinda's pretty face flushed red instantly: "What do you mean? Why are you questioning me like this? What was I pretending for?"

Wen Ming shook his head: "I deliberately made the sugar bitter today."

Belinda's flushed face showed a slight pause: "What do you mean?"

Rebecca, the genius girl, suddenly realized: "The boss deliberately made this caramel milk egg pudding worse than usual today. Did you not notice it just now, or were you just trying to flatter him?"

A flicker of panic crossed Belinda's eyes, and she quickly explained, "Wen Ming made this pudding for me himself, of course I love it. What's wrong with me not saying anything to protect his dignity?"

Wen Ming shook his head: "Actually, after seeing you wait for me for so long at the dock tonight, I had completely let my guard down around you."

But you shouldn't have pretended to be asleep, you shouldn't have made me carry you upstairs, and you shouldn't have said you hadn't eaten.

Belinda's face turned deathly pale, but she still pretended not to understand: "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"First of all, you waited at the pier for a full 6 hours, during which you were exposed to the scorching sun and the sea breeze, but your skin didn't change at all. Let's assume you bought the best sunscreen and the best skin cream, and you sat in a house or car while waiting and took precautions."

Secondly, your act of pretending to be asleep wasn't very clever, so I took it as a clever trick to get me to stay. After all, these are just tricks between men and women, and everyone knows what's going on, so there's no point in saying it out loud.

But when I carried you out of the car, I smelled a faint smell of smoke on you.

You never used to smoke.

I don't smoke, and I'm extremely sensitive to the smell of smoke. When I smell smoke, I can't help but swallow, a habit that others don't know.

It's strange that you smell of smoke even though you never smoke.

Finally, you ate such a awful pudding, yet you kept praising me without even changing your expression. This goes beyond simply being considerate of my dignity; in other words, you overdid it today compared to usual.

Tonight's caramel milk egg pudding is the first dish Wen Ming has cooked outside the hotel since arriving in the UK.

Wen Ming had previously suspected that the hotel might have some kind of supernatural buff, since it seemed a bit strange that his home-cooked meals could be liked by so many people.

It's one thing if only one person is acting, but how can so many people be acting?
Wen Ming almost doubted whether he had awakened a culinary genius.

Wen Ming wasn't sure, but he knew his cooking skills were definitely not that good.

Moreover, after learning that the hotel had a "silent buff," he became even more suspicious of the matter.

The words of that fat spy had reminded him before: not everyone likes the food you cook.

Having the opportunity to cook out tonight, Wenming suddenly had the idea to make two caramel milk egg puddings.

One of them is the bitter-tasting one that's right in front of everyone right now.

One has a normal taste.

Wen Ming wanted to test whether his cooking skills had really become exceptionally good.

Wen Ming had planned that Belinda would complain about the bitterness after finishing her pudding, so he would take the opportunity to bring out a second pudding and explain that he had just made a mistake, thus covering up his test plan.

As it turned out, the other party overacted tonight. They didn't even flinch.

This made Wen Ming realize that something was wrong.

He has been very cautious ever since the spy fat man incident.

Belinda's performance tonight was absolutely perfect. Any straight man would melt at the sight of a woman who had been waiting patiently on the shore for six hours.

However, as one coincidence after another occurred, Wen Ming immediately became vigilant again.

My initial attempt to lower my guard was aroused once again.

"Are all these minor mishaps because today's events were outside your plans?"
What was supposed to be a romantic getaway for just the two of us turned into a trip to sea with my friends, without you?
Then this afternoon you went to talk to your boss about the new plan?
Let me guess, is your boss the captain of today's ship?
Because I also smelled smoke on him.

Wen Ming delivered the final, fatal blow.

Belinda's face, which had already turned deathly pale, could no longer hold on. She slumped back in her chair and said, "I didn't expect that you would catch me when I made just two small mistakes."

That bastard is so stupid, why does he have to smoke!
I was so stupid! Why did I have to say it was delicious when it wasn't?!

Upon hearing that Belinda was indeed a spy, Perkins and Rebecca slightly raised their guns, one pointing at her chest and the other at her head.

"Speak, who sent you? What do you want from me? What is your plan?"

Wen Ming also sat back down in his chair.

He interlaced his fingers and placed them under his chin, looking intently at Belinda.

Belinda's face was contorted with pain; her mind was in turmoil. She tried to hide her distress, but tears welled up in her eyes uncontrollably. "I can't say it," she said, "they'll kill me."

"Even if you don't tell me, I'll still fire you, so you'll still die."

Wen Ming directly pointed out the other party's predicament and said, "You should be glad you're in your home now. If you were in a hotel, I would have killed you on the spot."

Belinda clenched her fists and hesitated for a moment before suddenly saying, "They...they don't have any special requirements, they just want me to date you as much as possible, and ideally marry you and have children."

Perkins and Rebecca looked at Belinda in astonishment.

That's it?

Since Belinda had chosen to speak, she naturally didn't hold back anymore: "The inheritance of the Iron Hotel requires blood relatives. Your third uncle only has you as a blood relative, and if he wants to take over the Iron Hotel, he must have a child with you."

My role is really just to be a tool for giving birth.

Wen Ming nodded and said, "Then after I give birth, I will naturally die an 'accidental' death, right?"

"I don't know the specific plans. They don't usually contact me, for fear that I'll give myself away."

They didn't tell me anything, they just said they would pursue me in the most direct way possible, making me fall in love with them and sleep with them.

Belinda's face showed a hint of helplessness: "They say I'm exactly your type, and that if I pursue you, you'll easily fall for me."

Perkins and Rebecca glanced at Wen Ming at the same time.

Does the boss like this type?
Wen Ming was also a little embarrassed. How could someone have found out what kind of type he liked?
How did they investigate?

Did they secretly check my hard drive in China? Or my cloud storage?

Uh, cloud storage?

Wen Ming opened his mouth: "You guys didn't peek at my cloud drive, did you?"

"Yes, I not only read it, but also did a personality analysis and hobby analysis."

All my hairstyles and outfits are based on your favorite Anne.

Our first meeting was almost identical to the scene in "The Devil Wears Prada," a movie you've watched at least ten times.

Belinda's words made Wen Ming laugh in exasperation.

"You've gone to this lengths to get the Iron Hotel?"

"If you can't get my billions of bullets, are you planning to clone me instead?"

Damn it, they actually used this kind of strategy to get me?
This spy is clearly much more skilled than that fat man.

Belinda shrugged: "I don't know if they have the technology, but I guess not, since cloning is so expensive..."

Just as Belinda was about to continue speaking, Perkins, who was on guard nearby, suddenly lunged at Wen Ming, while Rebecca also pushed Belinda to the ground.

"Close your eyes! Cover your ears! Open your mouth! It's a flashbang—"

Wen Ming's powerful mental energy had already sensed it the moment before the flashbang was thrown in.

The dark metal can shattered the glass, bounced twice on the floor, and made a crisp "clanging" sound.

He didn't know what it was, but his enhanced body made his muscles react before his brain did—he suddenly fell to the ground, crossed his arms to protect his head and face, and opened his mouth wide while tightly closing his eyes.

Perkins's shout lasted only two seconds before the world was torn apart in an instant.

First came the light.

Even through my tightly closed eyelids, my retina felt like it was being burned, as if someone had shoved a welding torch into my eye socket. My vision exploded in a crimson light, and the veins were clearly visible in the bright light.

Then came the sound.

The 170-decibel explosion felt like a jet plane whizzing past my ears, and my eardrums felt like they were being pierced by an iron spike.

A sharp ringing in his ears engulfed everything; Wen Ming felt he couldn't even hear his own shouts: "Qing Hou!"

Even with his body strengthened many times, Wen Ming was still somewhat overwhelmed by this sudden attack.

On the floor, Belinda convulsed and rolled like a fish out of water, while Perkins and Rebecca lay on the ground, whimpering like wounded beasts.

"Bang bang bang-"

The sharp crack of shattering glass was drowned out by a deafening ringing in his ears, but Wenming sensed the intrusion through the vibrations of the floor—four dark figures burst through the window, tactical boots crushing the broken glass, and gun barrels rising amidst the smoke.

Their goal was clear: Belinda.

However, a cyan-gold figure appeared behind the four of them.

Hey! Look here!

The Queen's voice trembled with a mocking tone, like the Grim Reaper humming a song.

The men in black instinctively turned their guns around, but before they could even pull the trigger, four sharp, precise shots rang out like the tolling of a chime.

In Wen Ming's blurred vision, he saw four corpses fall like chopped-up puppets.

After blowing away the smoke from the gun muzzle, Qing bent down and pulled a spray can from Rebecca's waist.

"Bear with it."

She turned Wenming's head and sprayed the first-aid spray onto his slightly bleeding ears and eyes one by one.

The moment the icy medicine rushed into my ear canal, it felt like someone had poured a bucket of liquid nitrogen into my brain.

Wen Ming hummed softly, but then found that the tinnitus was rapidly subsiding and the burned retina was beginning to refocus.

Damn it, I used a flashbang on someone last night, and now I've been hit by one myself.

Don't let me find out who it is!
"Go save them."

Wen Ming waved his hand, indicating that his body, which had undergone multiple enhancements, had not suffered as much damage as he had imagined.

Qinghou knew a little about this, after all, before she was born, she had always accompanied Wenming in the form of the Sea Queen.

So Qinghou went directly to the suffering Perkins, Rebecca, and Belinda and continued to spray them with emergency spray.

One bottle of emergency spray was enough to cure all four people.

Belinda collapsed to the ground, still trembling even though the pain had subsided, her makeup ruined by tears and blood flowing from her ears.

"They came to kill her."

Qinghou pointed at Belinda, and Wen Ming nodded, saying, "It seems I wasn't wrong; they are definitely going to kill her."

Upon hearing this, Belinda suddenly lunged forward and grabbed Wen Ming's trouser leg, her nails almost digging into his calf muscles: "They really want to kill me..."

Please! I can give you money, information, my body...

Don't you like my type?
I can serve you every day, I'll do whatever you ask, even—"

Her gaze swept over Qinghou and Perkins, and her voice suddenly lowered, "I know some things about Lilith."

Wen Ming and Qing Hou exchanged a glance.

Things are getting interesting.

……

Fifteen minutes later, 911 arrived at the scene after receiving a report from a neighbor.

When they knocked on Belinda's door, she had already redone her makeup and smiled at the two 911s, saying, "Sorry, the TV might be a little loud."

"Really? But we received a report that we heard what sounded like gunfire, and we need to go in and check it out."

Two 911 officers stood outside the door, armed with guns, seemingly ready to empty their magazines at the slightest provocation.

Belinda had no choice but to move aside. As soon as the two 911s entered the room, they saw two bikini-clad beauties sitting next to a man, while Belinda was only wrapped in a bath towel.

"Hi, were we a little too loud just now? Sorry."

The man raised his hand to greet the two 911 officers, then pulled two bikini-clad women into his arms, looking smug: "Please hurry up, I want to continue."

Two beautiful women nestled shyly in the man's arms. The two 911 officers glanced at the man with some envy, then quickly searched the room with their guns raised, but found nothing except for the broken window and not even a shard of glass on the ground.

"10-3."

A 911 operator pressed the radio: "10-90 N".

Another 911 operator approached Belinda, who was clutching a towel, and said, "It's very late now. If anyone complains about you disturbing the peace, I will fine you."

"Thank you, I will definitely pay attention!"

After Belinda apologized to the two again, she locked the door.

"Perkins, continue."

Wenming patted Perkins on the shoulder, and Perkins immediately went into the bathroom, took out the multi-purpose capsule where Belinda couldn't see him, took out the necessary tools, and then put the multi-purpose capsule away.

"Let's go together!"

Perkins looked at Belinda, who immediately bent over and lay on the ground with Perkins and Rebecca, who were wearing bikinis, to clean up the bloodstains that were no longer visible on the ground.

All four men in black were shot in the head, but there wasn't much blood. The cleanup had actually been almost done, but 911 interrupted the process.

Half an hour later, Belinda's room was thoroughly cleaned, and apart from a few broken windows, it was as if nothing had happened.

Wen Ming, with Belinda in his arms, walked out of the apartment building surrounded by Perkins and Rebecca.

The group got into the car together. Perkins didn't start the car immediately. One minute later, Qinghou's voice came from the center console: "Vehicle safe. Safe within 100 meters. Let's go."

Perkins started the car and began driving towards the Flatiron Hotel.

Throughout the journey, Perkins and Rebecca kept a close watch on their surroundings, fearing that they might discover another attack.

That day alone saw three attacks, and it's hard to say whether there will be any more attacks on the way back.

Wenming called Earl directly and asked him to send a patrol car to escort them, so nothing happened on the way back, and the group quickly returned to the Iron Hotel.

……

"I told you, this is the technology I obtained!"

"Wen Ming said that everything in the hotel has a price. And I just happen to have the money."

As soon as Wen Ming entered the hotel lobby, he saw Tony with a sour face confronting Bruce with a cool and handsome face.

Wen Ming walked over with some surprise: "Gentlemen, what's going on?"

……

Ps1:

10-3: Call the dispatcher
10-90 N: Normal situation, false alarm.
……

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