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But Tony didn't shake it. He just looked at the other person, then moved a little closer to the person next to him and asked, "Who's more senior, the assistant director or the director?"

The shrewd-looking white elite next to him said with a wry smile: "The Assistant Director in Charge is actually the boss of the FBI Los Angeles office." He avoided the question of comparing himself with the Director.

After getting the answer, Tony didn't even look at the outstretched hand, but walked directly towards Henry, saying at the same time: "You can give your tape evidence to your lawyer, and they will take care of it."

A middle-aged white man, wearing glasses and carrying a briefcase, stepped forward and said, "Hello, Mr. Brown. I'm Gauss Chandel, the attorney employed by the Stark Group."

"You can give me the tapes. I guarantee that all forensic investigations will be conducted impartially. No innocent people will be wrongly accused."

Henry not only handed over the tape, but the entire Walkman to the lawyer.

Tony, who came over at this time, looked at the Walkman with a strange expression and said, "You actually have this kind of recording?"

"When faced with a questionable conversation, preserving evidence is the only way to protect yourself. I've never dealt with federal officials, and they haven't made their intentions clear. In the absence of knowing anything, I have no choice but to protect myself."

Tony didn't even bother to ask where the guy had hidden the recording equipment.

Seeing the long-awaited appearance of the big boss at Stark Pictures, the veterans in the film industry rushed forward to greet him. Even if he wasn't as good as the young man Henry Brown, he could please the boss; if he got on his nerves, he would be in trouble.

The other representatives from the various film companies sent to the inaugural banquet hurriedly contacted their respective bosses. While the Big Eight or other Hollywood film companies might seem impressive, they were not on the same level as Stark Industries.

Tony Stark has appeared, and they don’t even come to make themselves familiar to him!

But the most anxious person is Owen Davis, the head of the FBI Los Angeles office.

If this matter today is not properly resolved, it will implicate me. It's my fault for being here, so I can't run away even if I want to.

If it weren't for the pressure of solving the case, who would be willing to make this trip? But he had to take the risk. After all, as long as he had the person, a gunshot wound to the back could be ruled a suicide. But this time, it really went wrong!

He said hastily, "Mr. Stark, I think there must be some misunderstanding."

"You come to my territory and arrest the CEO I appointed. What's the misunderstanding?" Tony Stark didn't turn around, but just tilted his head and questioned the FBI regional boss.

The intention of protection is obvious in the words.

Chapter 319: A Dirty Deal to Resolve Misunderstandings

Owen Davis was quick to smooth things over. "Mr. Stark, my agent was misled by a false tip and ended up contacting Mr. Brown.

"Actually, misunderstandings like this can be resolved as long as Mr. Brown explains them later in our investigation. If Mr. Brown is unable to come, we can just chat aside and clarify things."

"Oh." Tony Stark turned around and returned to the FBI regional boss. "Speaking of which, I have some information. I heard something worrying happened near the border of Alaska and the Yukon Territory, near the Arctic Ocean."

"What are you worried about...?"

"I don't know either, that's why I asked you to investigate. We have to find a reassuring conclusion, right? Otherwise, I'll be too scared to come to the West Coast. I have a villa in Malibu."

"Don't worry, Mr. Stark. I will send two of our best agents to allay your doubts."

Tony patted the arm of the FBI regional boss, who was much older than him, and said, "With an outstanding federal officer like you, you see, my confidence in the security on the West Coast has increased a lot.

"Come, let's toast to my new CEO. He'll be in Hollywood, your turf. I don't want him to get into any scandals that affect Stark Industries' stock price. You'll have to keep an eye on him for me."

"This is our duty, and Mr. Stark doesn't need to remind us."

"Yeah." Tony turned around and ordered, "Happy, buy the negatives from the reporters. Don't let any reports that damage the image of Stark Films appear."

"Okay, boss."

Of course, Happy would not do such a thing personally. He called on the public relations team brought by Tony Stark, and asked them to deal with the entertainment reporters present.

Things like this have a certain price, and since it was not an exclusive report, the reporters obediently took out the film from their cameras and handed it over.

As for the photos from today's inauguration banquet, they were naturally provided by Stark's PR team. Everyone just needs to follow the prepared template and release the news.

Only when both sides are at loggerheads and ignore these minions do these things become newsworthy. Since both sides have reached an agreement, are we really going to fan the flames?

Moreover, Stark Industries and the FBI are both far too large for entertainment reporters like them to handle. If anyone were to rely on such news to get ahead and refuse to hand over the film and cooperate, guess what would happen?

No one had to die, or have Stark Industries intervene. The FBI's underhanded tactics were enough to drive these reporters crazy. So, they just paid the bill and everyone was happy.

The only people who were unhappy were two FBI special agents, Jack McCann and Maris Horvath.

There was no need to think about who the "excellent" agents assigned to the border between Alaska and the Yukon would be. It had to be these two.

It can be said that in the back-and-forth confrontation between Tony Stark and Owen Davis, they didn't even have the chance to interrupt and were just abandoned.

Of course they were unwilling to accept this, but so what? The recording in Henry Brown's hands was enough to implicate both of them.

Once they were implicated in the cold case of State Senator Mike Liddell Horton, triggering the cleanup process at the Continental Hotel, the files of two more missing agents were thrown into the cold case warehouse.

Just like Special Agent James who disappeared inexplicably over a year ago, he was assigned to a sinecure and then one day he was absent from work without reason and never showed up for work again.

The FBI, of course, launched an investigation into his situation and discovered that someone had cleaned up Agent James's tracks. Further investigation revealed that the person who cleaned up the tracks was actually Agent James himself!

Whether this guy had run into unsolvable trouble and made himself disappear, or a third party had caused this, this was not the outcome that Jack McCann and Maris Horvath wanted.

Looking at the group of smug people raising their glasses and toasting as if they had won a victory, Maris Horvath, furious, reached into his arms and grasped the special collars they brought to suppress mutant abilities.

In fact, when he and Jack saw the target reaching into his pocket, they had indeed been careless in drawing their guns. They hadn't considered that the other party was a mutant with bulletproof abilities.

But there was no way to get down, so I could only hold the gun high and try to scare the other party with words. But it failed.

But now, as long as we put an ability-suppressing collar on the opponent and deprive him of his bulletproof ability, wouldn’t it be much easier to control him?

However, Maris's little trick was discovered by his companion. Jack quickly pressed Maris's hand and shook his head.

"Why, as long as you control him..."

Jack lowered his voice and said, "Not in a place like this! Even if you don't care about those reporters, how many of the bodyguards Stark brought with him were armed?

"They're likely to let us go and take on someone close to their boss right under their noses? Whether that person is Tony Stark or not?"

"Is this the end of the matter?"

"If you dare charge forward, you'll be riddled with bullets right there. You won't even have a chance to drape the national flag or be on the Wall of Honor. That guy is no longer someone we can handle with petty tricks. To bring him down, we need solid evidence."

"Do you think there's a chance we can come back after being sent to Alaska?"

Jack, McCann, pulled the other man away from the banquet, saying, "Our future in the FBI is over. Owen can't save us. But he can't forbid us from resigning either. This isn't like going to jail."

"We'll be in Alaska for a couple of days, then we'll tender our resignations. We'll be obeying his orders, and that'll save his face. Even if Tony Stark asks about it later, we'll have an explanation."

"What happens after you resign?"

"There are many ways for us to support our families, from the local police station to the CIA to private security companies. But if you rush in and start a scene now, you can't expect anything. You'll be lucky if you don't get killed on the spot."

Jack McCann was much more sober than Maris Horvath. He just didn't expect that the weak mutant who had followed them obediently after just a few warnings would bring him so much trouble.

But things haven't reached the point of turning the table over yet. They can't cut off their own escape routes because of a momentary impulse.

Maris Horvath, who followed him out, looked at the core group with hatred. "So what about that guy? Are we just going to let him go?"

"Let's find some connections and have someone keep an eye on him. I don't know how he managed to win Tony Stark's favor, but that circle isn't easy to break into. He'll make a mistake sooner or later. Then, we can bring him down openly and honestly, and no one will be able to find fault."

This sounded like the best solution, but it made him fuming. Maris Horvath walked over to the car and angrily kicked the door. "Fuck!"

"Fuck!" Jack McCann cursed as well. But his meaning was completely different. He looked at the dent in the door and cursed, "This isn't a government car. This is my fucking car. What the hell are you kicking the door for, you idiot?"

Chapter 320 Two People Hurting Each Other

Tony Stark, who had just arrived at the banquet, not only watched a good show, but also participated in the performance, which made him very happy.

Inexplicably, he suddenly understood why the old man was so obsessed with Stark Films. The feeling of being the center of attention was truly intoxicating.

The Stark family's inherently arrogant character is like it's engraved in their DNA.

However, Tony Stark is not at all keen on general social activities.

The so-called toast was actually just a casual act of his wanting to drink.

Listening to a few Stark Films veterans express their loyalty is simply a matter of recognizing faces, something I've never seen before. However, these people's faces are completely unremarkable, and I'd probably forget who they are in three seconds.

The rest of those who wanted to make connections were dealt with by Happy and the group of secretaries who followed him.

What Tony Stark is most impatient about is a group of old men coming up and saying how good their relationship with Howard is and that they will take care of young Tony for a while.

Then they ask for money and investment. They say they want to help each other, but in reality they are just trying to exchange empty words for real money.

The only person Tony kept around was Henry Brown, and he had to pay enough attention to him to get others to pay attention to him as well.

Tony was actually curious about something. Seeing the people around him separated, the itchy young master finally asked, "Is that recording real?"

"The story is true, but the recording is fake. That's why those two idiots were fooled. Tell your people not to be foolish enough to send it for scientific forensics, or it will be exposed."

Tony was stunned and asked, "Aren't you afraid that they'll take the case seriously and send the tape for identification through formal channels?"

"This case couldn't be handled seriously. I just bet they didn't have the guts. Luckily, I won the bet."

"You despicable fellow. Sometimes I doubt you can tell the truth." Tony picked at the food he had already checked and ate it. He ate it one mouthful at a time, as if to vent his dissatisfaction.

"I do have eavesdropping and recording equipment now. You see, they're still running even now. So if you think you have something to tell in secret, it's wise to use a jammer."

Tony's eyes widened, staring at the man in front of him in disbelief.

Shrugging indifferently, Henry took off the cufflinks on his left hand, placed them on the table and pushed them over.

Tony snatched the cufflinks in his hand and examined them carefully. "Is this... a microphone? Bluetooth technology, so the recording device is somewhere else?"

He is indeed a scientific research expert. He guessed most of Henry's thoughts at a glance.

Tony casually tossed the cufflinks back, and Henry neatly caught them and snapped them back onto his left cuff. Then the young master asked, "Where's the video equipment?"

"Let me keep you in suspense, boss. You always see through me, and I can't show off my skills for long. Maybe the whole thing about the video equipment was just nonsense, a bluff."

With an expression that said 'I don't believe you', Tony didn't ask any more questions.

Henry said, "Your father would have left behind devices like jammers. There should be quite a few spy devices like these for monitoring and surveillance, right?"

"It's all some clunky stuff from World War II. I'm seriously considering giving it a makeover."

"Ha, it's better to protect yourself than to get into trouble." Henry drank the champagne in one gulp and asked someone to change it for another glass.

Now he was in a position to command others, albeit relying on the blessings of others. As the saying goes, if you don't use your power, it's gone after the expiration of the period, but he had no psychological burden at all.

"Have you ever considered that your outburst today might cause some people to back off? Before they even come into contact with you, they've cut off your chance to come into contact with those shady people. Otherwise, what will they do if they foolishly leave evidence on your side?"

"Oh, you regret hiring me? Then fire me. After all, the contract we signed means we can come and go as we please."

"Letting you start and leave on the same day? I can't afford to lose face like that." Tony gasped and asked, "Did you know those FBI agents were coming?"

Henry laughed and said, "I don't know. Fortunately, I didn't believe the boast of a certain young master who said that as long as I was branded with the Stark family mark, it would be like holy water exorcising demons, keeping those FBI monsters away from me.

"So I made preparations in advance. Now it seems that this preparation has come in handy. I am so lucky, isn't it?"

Henry had nearly been stopped by the police many times before, but he always managed to dodge before they noticed. But in a fixed situation like today, hiding was impossible, so he could only make some preparations and wait.

"Damn it!" Tony, feeling the sting again, drank the champagne in dissatisfaction. He snapped his fingers, a sound that made Henry jump with fear, but Tony was just calling his followers. "Happy, give me something stronger."

Happy Hogan, having received the instructions, immediately had a glass of whiskey brought over on a tray. Also arriving was Charlize Theron.

The girl had been held back by Catherine, and Henry had also hinted "don't come over", so she was forced to watch the whole farce anxiously.

Fortunately, no one was hurt in the end. Now she came over angrily to ask for an explanation.

But before Charlize Theron could say anything, Henry grabbed her waist and covered her mouth with his head.

After all, it wasn't the right place for a deep kiss, so the two separated immediately. But this intimate contact had already made Charlize's eyes seem to be tied to Henry's face.

"I know you're worried about me, and that makes me incredibly happy. But you can't help with that kind of thing. At times like this, you should be calm and observe instead of rushing out impulsively."

"Yeah." Charlize Theron snuggled into Henry's arms like a little bird.

In fact, she herself didn't know whether she was worried about this man or worried that her future, which had just started to improve, would be interrupted by that unexpected episode.

Such thoughts made her feel very ashamed and she dared not look the man in the eye.

The flowery young master, who had been fed a mouthful of dog food, looked at the boastful expression and rarely showed a tit-for-tat attitude. He simply ordered: "Happy, let someone in."

Tony Stark's words were like a switch being flipped. Countless beautiful women with voluptuous figures suddenly entered the banquet hall rented from the hotel.

They wear hot dresses, showing off their toned thighs, treating January in Los Angeles as midsummer, showing off their best parts and tempting men's fantasies on the edge of pornography.

At the same time, the DJ's sound system and the disco ball that spun and emitted colorful lights came in. The passionate music thumped and inspired the crowd.

Henry was dumbfounded, looking at Tony Stark, who was hugging him left and right. The young master said, "You told me that the money I earn should be spent to promote economic circulation.

"Besides, with resources like Stark Films, it would be a waste if we didn't make good use of them. Don't worry, I'll grant you a special PR fee for the CEO in addition to your annual salary. Hosting banquets every day won't be a problem."

"Girls, shake your butts. This is my place, and some old man's wake is nothing. There's a prize for the wildest girl! Come on, Henry. This is a welcome party for you."

Before the young master could finish his words, he was pushed away by a group of beautiful women and entered the dance floor.

Henry felt the death gaze coming from his chin, which made his scalp tingle.