Wanjie Hotel: Iron Man is not allowed to charge

Chapter 135 Wen Ming with a Combat Power of 3 (7K votes requested)
"Is there any danger?"

Wen Ming hurriedly stepped forward, but Qiu Hua shook her head violently: "No one is lying in ambush."

Wen Ming then looked at Ada Wong, who shook her head and said, "I didn't find any trace of the Gestapo, but I have a feeling that someone is watching from the shadows."

My gut feeling tells me that this matter is not going to end so simply.

So I've decided to go back now and deal with the Gestapo officer who's been hunting Malena, along with all the documents, to avoid any unforeseen complications.

"Yes, we must be careful. Otherwise, it's better not to kill them and leave the city as soon as possible than to trigger a wider search operation."

Stability is paramount.

Wen Ming stepped forward and hugged the two of them one by one. He trusted Ada Wong's intuition as a mercenary flower. If he were the Gestapo officer, he would have been searching everywhere for a body that had vanished into thin air in the past two days.

Even if it sounds very strange.

The safest approach now is to have Malena return for only one minute at a time, stalling until the other party is completely off guard before leaving.

However, despite her icy appearance, Ada Wong was actually quite assertive, so Wen Ming didn't stop them. Instead, he gave them some instructions and then saw them off.

Wen Ming got into the vehicle Marcus had driven and quickly headed to the sniper's location.

When they approached within a hundred meters, Qinghou transformed into a stream of azure-gold data and flew out of the car. A few breaths later, she returned wrapped in a cell phone and a universal capsule: "This is the corpse and his gun. Marcus, you can use this black gun to carry out your missions from now on."

"Thank you!"

Marcus took the universal capsule, turned around, and drove towards the Red River Building.

Wen Ming looked at Qing Hou: "Who are the contacts in your phone?"

"An unknown number, not much useful information, but it does contain this guy's Shirui account payment information."

At this point, Qinghou shook her phone at Wenming: "Boss, your bounty is 100 million US dollars."

"so much?"

Wen Ming was somewhat surprised; he thought his head was worth at most $50.

"So he's a professional killer."

Qinghou quickly searched the other party's phone and soon said, "What should we do about the funds in his account? I can crack his usual passwords very soon."

"They donated everything and can't have any contact with us."

Wen Ming glanced at the streetlights flashing past the window and scoffed, "That's just interest!"

"Yes, that's just the interest!"

Rebecca sat in the passenger seat, pulled out her pistol, and her eyes flashed with fire.

How dare they assassinate my boss! He was so gentle and kind. I must kill all these bastards!
The SUV sped along, quickly arriving just a few dozen meters away from the Honghe Building.

Marcus slowly pulled the car over to the side of the road. Qinghou darted away and soon reappeared on the center console inside the car: "Boss, the other side has ambushed many people."

"Kill them all!"

Wen Ming pulled two pistols from inside his bulletproof suit, carefully inspected the magazines, and was finally ready to draw blood.

Marcus and Rebecca quickly drew their weapons; none of these bastards who attacked the boss would survive today.

Qinghou transformed into a stream of data and disappeared into the central control panel.

I will protect my boss.

……

"Earl, I'd like to offer you a toast."

In a hotel not far from the Red River Building, Wang San was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, raising a glass to Earl Mason.

The two gazed at the Honghe Building not far away, their eyes gleaming with different lights.

Soon, the dark Honghe Building began to flash with light.

Earl couldn't help but take a sip of his drink.

Who will win this time?

Surely a powerful company like Honghe Group wouldn't be unable to kill a young man?
Recalling Wen Ming's actions last Sunday, Earl became somewhat insecure again: "Wang San, I am a person full of justice, and I hope that your Honghe Group can abide by the law."

Wang San glanced at Earl with disdain, then looked at the Red River Building outside: "We have always been legitimate businessmen, but we are always framed. Like the bomb that was hidden in my car today, it didn't even have my fingerprints on it."

"Yeah."

Earl scoffed.

If you don't have money, do you think you can get bail? Believe me, you'll spend the rest of your life picking up soap in prison.
The two men exchanged pleasantries while keeping an eye on the Red River Building.

Flashes of light appeared intermittently, moving upwards step by step from the first floor at a very fast speed.

When the screen flashed to the 33rd floor, Wang San could no longer stand.

"How is this possible? How is this possible!"

Earl slapped his forehead: "I suddenly remembered I have something to take care of, I'll be going now."

After saying that, Earl quickly turned and left. Just as he was about to walk out of the room, there was a loud bang.

The glass behind me suddenly shattered.

Earl paused, then ran frantically outside, not daring to look back even once.

As soon as he stepped outside, he called to his trusted subordinates and they rushed toward the fire escape: "Hurry, or it'll be too late!"

It's hard to imagine that the Metropolitan 911 manager was now running away like a stray dog ​​with its tail between its legs.

……

"Big Brother, Third Brother was shot in the head with a sniper rifle. The assassins and the ambushers are all dead!"

When Wang Er called Wang Da, his voice was trembling.

"How many people are there on the other side?"

Wang Da's voice was as steady as ever.

Wang Er swallowed hard: "Three."

"several?"

Wang Da's voice suddenly rose, and even the usually composed man couldn't sit still: "You should leave the Metropolis immediately."

"It's too late."

Wang Er swallowed again, then suddenly cried out urgently, "Big brother, run! I'm right here..."

"boom--"

A gunshot rang out, interrupting Wang Er's voice.

Wang Da sensed something was wrong and shouted into his phone, "Second brother, second brother, what's wrong?"

However, the only response was a distorted, electric voice: "How much money are you willing to spend to buy your own life?"

Wang Da hung up the phone without hesitation.

The moment he hung up, a feeling of unease flashed through his mind. He had a premonition that if he didn't hang up, his fate would certainly not be any better.

This is an intuition honed through years of life-and-death experiences, and it has never been wrong.

"Let's go, let's go now!"

Wang Da quickly boarded the helicopter on the rooftop and sped away from the city he had known for decades but now found utterly unfamiliar.

three people!
How could just three people take down the Black River Society?
Who exactly is the other party?
Does the Iron Hotel really possess some kind of supernatural power?
The helicopter quickly took off and soon soared into the skies above the metropolis.

Looking through the helicopter window towards the Honghe Building, Wang Da saw one particular light shining especially brightly in the brightly lit metropolis.

No, that's not a light.

That was a huge torch!

The once-powerful headquarters of the Honghe Group in the metropolis was once again engulfed in flames, transforming into the brightest torch in the night sky.

Finished!

Wang Da's heart skipped a beat.

This time, the big boss will definitely skin me alive.

No, it wasn't a complete loss. I'm going to tell the big boss that the Iron Hotel definitely has supernatural phenomena.

Yes, that's it, that way I can survive.

Wang Da picked up his phone, and just as he dialed the big boss's number, the helicopter pilot's panicked voice suddenly came through the headset.

"No, no, what's going on? How did the plane go out of control?"

Wang Da was startled. Before he could ask a question, the helicopter jolted violently and then crashed to the ground.

Wang Da's piercing screams immediately echoed inside the helicopter.

At the same time, a deep voice also sounded on Wang Da's phone.

"Wang Da, what's wrong?"

However, the response was a loud explosion followed by a rapid busy signal.

……

"Boss, Wang Da's phone and black box have been recovered without leaving any trace."

Marcus and Rebecca returned to the car, their bodies radiating a murderous aura and bloodlust.

Sitting in the back seat, Wen Ming was also full of bloodlust; he had just participated in the hunt as well.

In tonight's battle, Wen Ming didn't reveal too many abilities; his superb reflexes and two pistols were enough to easily overwhelm these gang members.

He felt no discomfort during this massacre; every shot he fired was like the most precise killing machine, as if he were a born killer.

Stay calm and composed.

John put all the combat skills and marksmanship he taught to the test tonight.

Marcus and Rebecca initially didn't want Wenming to go, and even suggested that Goku go along, but Wenming refused.

Rebecca still remembers Wen Ming's words at the time: "Little Goku is still young, he is not our executioner. Let us do such evil things ourselves."

The boss is really kind.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Wen Ming turned to look at the Red River Building, which had been burned into a giant torch in the distance, and the helicopter that had crashed on the hillside, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

Honghe Group?

I ask you, how many of your employees are still willing to work at the Metropolitan?

"Let's go home."

"go home!"

Rebecca and Marcus cheered together, and the screen on the center console flashed with happy energy, followed by upbeat music.

The SUV sped through the deserted streets of the metropolis at night. Soon, more than a dozen fire trucks and the SUV passed each other, rushing towards the burning building.

But when they arrived, they were helpless as they looked at the enormous torch.

"Captain, there's a cat over there, let's go rescue it."

"Okay, remember to have the reporter take a picture, and remember to smear some cigarette ash on your face."

……

After returning to the hotel, Wen Ming took a hot shower and then went down to the second basement level.

The lights in the research department were still on, and Bulma, Howard, Maya and the others were busy at their respective workstations. Wen Ming served them coffee one by one.

"Wen Ming, I feel like I have so much to learn."

Howard thanked Wen Ming for the coffee, and after a brief chat, he quickly immersed himself in his research on the Golden Cudgel: "Don't waste my time. This time, I'm going to invent an alloy that's even stronger than the Captain's shield."

"Thanos, huh? I'll see just how powerful his double-edged sword is, managing to slice through my shield!"

Wen Mingyang raised an eyebrow. It seemed that the father and son were both really going after Thanos.

Come on.

Let's see if your new alloy shield is more powerful or your son's future energy shield is more powerful.

In the biological laboratory, Maya watched with fascination as her extremity virus-controlled herbs and green herbs thrived together in a cultivation chamber.

When Wenming brought the coffee to her lips, she didn't even bother to look at what it was before pouring it directly into her mouth: "This little cutie, I feel like it's going to be a surprise for everyone."

Wen Ming nodded and said, "I estimate that with it, the Extremis virus will definitely not be so rampant anymore."

"Get the yellow herbs you mentioned as soon as possible. I have a feeling that after adding those herbs, my Extremis Virus will be able to develop its first official version, and then we can start testing it on mice."

"Don't worry, Ada will continue the search once she's done with these next few days."

"Okay, hurry up and go, don't stop me from seeing my little cutie."

After being chased away by Dr. Maya, Wenming had no choice but to come to Bulma's side.

Bulma was engrossed in fiddling with the combat power detector. Thanks to Wenming's reminder, she had more open-ended thinking about this ingenious instrument. "The map-drawing function has been added, the satellite map module has been integrated, the infrared scanning function for life detection is available, and the energy fluctuation detection combines the detection functions of the Dragon Ball radar and the Kryptonian radar. Now, we just need to collect more combat power data to set the combat power."

By the way, should AI use strawberries or sea queens...?

Wen Ming walked up to her, leaned close to her ear and said, "Use strawberries, I like to eat strawberries."

Bulma immediately slapped her hand: "I think so too. Strawberry is much more flexible than Mermaid. I was worried about hurting Wen Ming's pride. Wen Ming, um, when did you arrive?"

Bulma was excitedly adding an AI system to the combat power detector when she was suddenly startled. She said impatiently, "Hurry up and leave. Don't delay my invention of the combat power detector. My mind is working very fast right now."

Wen Ming handed her the coffee: "Didn't we agree that I would go to your room tonight to properly thank you?"

"Thank you? Why should I thank you? Get out of here!"

Bulma's mind was completely occupied with the design blueprints for the combat power detector, and she had no idea about their midday agreement.

Wen Ming shrugged and walked out helplessly.

Seeing Wen Ming's discomfiture, Perkins chuckled: "Boss, this is how it is when you date a girl from the research department. How about we go grab a drink?"

I don't drink alcohol before bed.

Wen Ming waved his hand.

Perkins leaned close to Wen Ming's ear and whispered, "But you killed so many people today, you need to vent. Young girls don't know how to help men relax, but I do."

Wen Ming asked curiously, "Why do I need to vent?"

Perkins, with his long legs, followed Wen Ming into the private elevator: "Do you know why assassins and sex are never separated?"

Rebecca saw the elevator doors close, pouted, and then walked into the lab: "Maya, is there anything I can do for you?"

"We need to conduct multiple hybridization experiments: Extremis virus + green herb, Extremis virus + red herb, Extremis virus + green herb + red herb, green herb + red herb. Could you help me conduct several control experiments first?"

Maya quickly arranged some experimental projects, and Rebecca immediately threw herself into them.

I need to complete this experimental project as soon as possible so that I can better protect my boss.

Thinking back to the moment when her boss tackled her to the ground and held her tightly in his arms, Rebecca felt enveloped in warmth.

Boss, I will repay your life-saving grace.

……

The next day, Wen Ming sat listlessly in his office, feeling utterly exhausted.

"Who drained you dry? Your female bodyguard? Or your female doctor?"
Could it be both of them together?

I knew it, you little rascal, you weren't honest.

Tony looked at Wen Ming with a puzzled expression; it was the first time he had ever seen Wen Ming look so listless.

Then he became smug: "Your health is really poor, unlike me. I can fight with the cover girl all night and still be full of energy to continue doing research."

"It might be the post-battle period of tranquility."

Wen Ming turned the computer screen around, and Tony immediately saw the news report about the massive fire that had occurred at the Honghe Building.

"The fire has been burning for a full 12 hours and it is still not out."

According to the fire chief, the fire reignited after it was extinguished during the day yesterday, and they said they were helpless because there was no water in the fire hydrants.

According to the water contractor, the Honghe Building had already used up all its fire-fighting water yesterday during the day...

Fortunately, the fire occurred late last night, and there have been no injuries or fatalities so far. However, relevant officials from Honghe Group are currently unreachable, and many employees have gathered outside the building, expressing their concerns about their future employment…

Tony asked, "Did you do this?"

"Yes, they've repeatedly tried to spy on the hotel's secrets and even tried to kill me. We have to teach them a lesson."

Wen Ming turned back to the computer screen, then looked at Tony: "How's Dr. Zola's matter going?"

“His location has been pinpointed. Nick Fury is making final preparations to completely cut off his chances of being reborn elsewhere.”

Tony's eyes gleamed with excitement: "Once we take him down, none of those little scoundrels in S.H.I.E.L.D. will escape."

"Be careful, they might do something desperate. Also, be prepared that once we get the medical pod, I can gather all your strength to help Natasha conquer the flying fortress."

Mentioning the Fortress Azur, a glint of excitement flashed in Tony's eyes: "Those Black Widows inside..."

Wen Ming's expression was somewhat strange: "Can we not be so desperate? You'll lose Pepper completely if you keep this up."

"Aren't you interested in all those beautiful women from the United Kingdom?"

Tony gave him a disdainful look.

Don't men understand men?

Maybe the reason you've been advocating for attacking the Flying Fortress is to take down all those Black Widows.

Wen Ming ignored him: "Bulma has already set up the lab..."

"boom!"

Just as Wen Ming was about to say something, Bulma excitedly pushed open the door to Wen Ming's office and rushed in: "Wen Ming, I've finished the combat power detector!"

"Has the miniaturization of quantum communication been solved?"

Before Wen Ming could say anything, Tony had already stood up in surprise.

How can it be?

How could this girl be so amazing?

I just had my intelligence enhanced by 30%, and I still think that miniaturizing quantum communication is a huge problem. How could it have been solved so quickly?
Bulma excitedly showed off the white device in her hand: "What's so difficult about this? Quantum communication is just a middle school physics lesson in Kara's world, and it's not a particularly rare technology in my world either. Kara and I talked for an afternoon, and then we found a way to miniaturize the original large quantum communication device."

Bulma's casual words left Tony speechless and deeply shocked.

What the hell?

Quantum communication is just a middle school physics lesson for Kara?
Can you listen to what you're saying?
"Come on, I need to do some combat power data statistics so that we can make a more reasonable standard for judging combat power."

"Well, to paraphrase Raditz, I need to find a weakling with a combat power of 5 first."

Bulma looked at Tony with great interest.

Tony's face immediately darkened: "I have Iron Man armor, I'm not a piece of trash with a combat power of only 5."

Bulma then looked at Wen Ming, who pointed at her without hesitation and said, "Aren't you just a piece of trash with a combat power of only 5?"

Bulma pointed at herself in astonishment: "Me?"

"Yeah, is there anyone here weaker than you in combat?"

Wen Ming's words were like a revelation to Bulma: "That's right, I'll start with the weakest and gradually increase the energy level."

However, is a combat power rating of 5 high? Or should we set it to 1?

Seeing Bulma seriously considering the feasibility of this matter, Wenming thought for a moment and then said, "Children are set to 1, normal humans to 3, and Winchester to 5."

Rebecca, Marcus, and Perkins might be between 6 and 8, while Goku, after experiencing so many battles, could be set between 10 and 15. Try this setting first.

Once enough big data is available for comparison, the strawberry plant can adjust itself.

"Rebecca, bring them all over here."

Bulma nodded excitedly, then took the white device in her hand, pressed it on herself, and then bent down to adjust it for a while.

Perkins, Marcus, Charon, and Goku quickly arrived; they were all very interested in the concept of fighting power.

Soon, everyone's data was entered.

In no time, AI Strawberry conducted a preliminary assessment of everyone's energy data based on the data and basic standards.

"Bulma 3, Charon with gun 5, Rebecca with gun 7, Marcus and Perkins with gun 8, Goku 15."

Everyone looked at the data, felt a sense of satisfaction, and were quite pleased with themselves.

This figure is basically within everyone's expectations.

"Next, let's look at my numbers."

Tony threw out the capsule, and the Iron Man suit instantly materialized. Bulma then pointed the power detector at him and pressed it.

"Di!"

Soon, a number was announced: "300!"

"So low?"

Tony's voice came from the Iron Man suit, and Wen Ming smiled and said, "This is just a preliminary assessment. The true combat effectiveness will depend on actual combat data."

Don't be fooled by your high stats; John can dismantle your Iron Man armor with his bare hands.

The primary function of this detector is to assist in tasks such as mapping, locating desired targets, and quantum communication.

"Once you learn about the Qi system later on, the combat strength detection function will become meaningless."

Wen Ming briefly explained that learning Qi would allow one to conceal their energy, which finally made Tony reluctantly retract his Iron Man armor.

"Its combat power of 300 is so-so. Once I upgrade it to a higher-level model, it will easily exceed 10,000."

After saying that, Tony looked at Bulma: "What's Wen Ming's fighting power? A trash with a fighting power of 5?"

Bulma picked up the combat power detector and pointed it at Wen Ming, whose body tensed up suddenly.

He then realized that with this thing, his strength could no longer be hidden.

No, I'll have to get Bulma to help me hide the data later.

However, Bulma's surprised voice rang out the next moment: "Wenming, your combat power is only 3."

Tony burst into laughter: "Only 3? Wen Ming, your combat power is too weak!"

Perkins, Rebecca, Marcus, and the others looked at Wen Ming with some surprise.

The boss's combat power is only 3?

How could it be so weak?

Last night, when he killed members of the Black River Society, it wasn't just 3.

Perkins, in particular, knew more about Wen Ming's strength than others. In her mind, Wen Ming's combat power was at least 5, or even 6, even without a gun.

Wen Ming was also stunned.

Only 3?

After strengthening myself so many times, how could I only have a level 3 like an average adult?

Immediately, Wen Ming thought of a possibility.

The Iron Hotel buff!
It's definitely the Iron Hotel's buff that prevents others from spying on its strength.

Thinking of this, Wen Ming breathed a sigh of relief, then laughed and said, "I'm just a hotel owner with no strength to even kill a chicken. As long as you guys are strong enough, that's fine, isn't it?"

At this point, Wen Ming looked at Rebecca, Perkins, and the others: "You'll definitely protect me, right?"

"Don't worry, boss, we'll protect your life with our lives!"

Rebecca, Perkins, and the others immediately straightened their chests, while Marcus patted his gun and said, "If you want to hurt the boss, you'll have to walk over my body!"

Tony's eyes turned red with jealousy when he saw this.

Then, he became smug again.

I'm so happy!

Happy is just as loyal to me.

Well, it would be even better if Happy didn't covet my little chili pepper!

We need to find him a cover girl to marry as soon as possible.

Putting that thought aside, Tony suddenly remembered someone: "Qing Hou, come out quickly, I want to see your fighting strength."

Everyone looked on with curiosity and anticipation.

It's worth noting that the combat strength of Qinghou, this amazing electronic mechanical girl, has always been a mystery.

When Qinglan was captured that day, she was controlled by the Trojan Horse and could not exert much of her combat power. In the subsequent battles, Qinglan only showed her powerful data control ability. Her true combat power has always been a source of curiosity for everyone.

As a stream of cyan-gold data flew out of Wen Ming's computer, the doorman of the Iron Hotel flew into the air.

"I am also very curious."

Bulma immediately pointed the combat power detector at Qinghou.

"Di!"

Bulma looked at the values ​​on the combat power detector with great interest.

The next second, the Dragon Ball girl's mouth dropped open: "No, really?"

She stared at Qing Hou in disbelief, as if she were looking at a monster.

Everyone's curiosity was piqued.

Just how powerful is the Blue Queen? She actually scared Bulma like this.

(End of this chapter)