"Boss! Boss, are you alright?"
Seeing Justin Hammer suddenly fall to the ground, everyone ran over and helped him up.
"What…what is going on?!”
"F * ck! What went wrong?"
"Max, are you not equipped properly?”
……
Seeing Justin Hummel being helped up, the weapon designers who came back to their senses started discussing in confusion.
They had clearly designed it according to the design manuscript. How could there be a problem?
"Try again!"
Max didn't believe it and asked someone to experiment again.
Justin Hammer didn't react to Max's actions. He was in a daze as someone helped him up.
Puchi!
He tried again, but he still failed!
This failure made these weapon designers feel like they had been f * cked by a wild dog.
Many people grabbed their hair, which was already missing, and looked worried.
Looking at the ex-wife missile in front of him, Max's expression was very ugly. He remembered how he had vowed just now and felt a little dizzy.
The failure of the missile test was beyond everyone's expectations.
After all sorts of disbelief and roars, everyone had no choice but to silently accept this fact.
They spent three days working overtime and painstakingly producing the ex-wife missile…
A failure!
"Boss…what should we do now?”
As the chief designer, Max had no choice but to break the silence even though he felt like f * cking a wild dog.
"Get lost!"
Justin Hammer, who had been silent all this while, suddenly flared up and roared crazily,"Get lost! All of you get lost!"
Max didn't even dare to wipe the spit off his face. He didn't dare to move at all. He silently accepted Justin Hammer's thunderous rage.
"Trash!"
"Trash!"
"Dogsh * t!"
"Even if I pick up a dog from the trash can, it's still better than you trash!”
Justin Hammer scolded them one by one. His hair and clothes were messy, and he had no manners at all.
After venting his anger, Justin Hammer didn't seem to be satisfied. He picked up a missile and threw it out!
However…
"Ah!"
Screams rang out!
Justin Hammer had underestimated the weight of the missile and overestimated his strength when he was angry. The moment he picked it up, the missile smashed into his foot!
"Boss! Boss!"
"Pfft…Boss, Boss, are you alright?”
The group of people swarmed forward again, and many of them almost laughed out loud.
"Get lost! Get lost!"
Justin Hammer's face was red from the pain. He hugged his feet with both hands, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes as he cursed loudly.
"Get lost! All of you get lost!"
"Bring the f * cking West over!”
Justin Hammer's screams echoed in the factory three floors underground.
Capture?
It was impossible to catch him. It was impossible to catch him in this lifetime.
After all, he wasn't designing a missile, and the missiles he produced were useless. He could only count on West to save the situation, otherwise...
He could only live in the shadow of Stark Industries for the rest of his life!
Justin Hammer could show off in his own territory and shout at West to kill him, but in reality, he could only obediently and respectfully invite West.
The sudden arrival of luxury cars broke the silence of the factory!
"Who are you?"
Happy Hogan, who was sitting at the door out of boredom, immediately asked warily when he saw the group of bespectacled men and bodyguards getting out of the luxury car!
"Hehe…Friend, we are here to see…Mr. West!”
A figure stepped forward and revealed an amiable smile. He stretched out his hand and said,"Hello, I am the chief weapon designer of Hammer Industries…Max!”
"West? Hammer Industries? Weapon designer?"
Happy Hogan was stunned, and his eyes widened. He knew who West was, and he knew Hammer Industries!
Hummer Industries was the second largest arms supplier in the United States, a big capitalist. As long as it was an American, they would have come into contact with the guns produced by Hummer Industries!
Now, the chief weapon designer of Hammer Industries had come to look for his boss personally!
F * ck…Who is my boss?
Happy Hogan couldn't help but be surprised. This weird boss of his had countless mysteries…
Money was a mystery, and so were people. Now…these scientists, who were worth hundreds of millions of dollars, came to invite them personally.
"Friend, is Mr. West in?”
Seeing Happy Hogan standing there in a daze without any reaction, Max could only hold his temper and ask with a smile.
"Yes, of course!"
Happy Hogan nodded. Seeing Max about to enter, he immediately stopped him.""Wait, you can't go in!"
Max frowned slightly and looked at Happy Hogan in confusion."" We're here to invite Mr. West. We have something important to discuss with him!”
"No!"
Happy Hogan was unmoved. He shook his head firmly and said,""The boss said that before he finishes, even if the heavens…er, the gods come, we have to stand at the door and wait for him to come out!”
"If you want to go in!"
Happy Hogan snorted and clenched his fists."Ask Happy Hogan's fist first!”
Seeing this scene, Max and the designers behind him all changed their expressions.
They had personally come to invite West, but they did not expect him to reject them at the door and make them wait at the door!
"This guy…doesn't put us in his eyes!”
There was no first place in literature. They were all scholars and scientists with some fame. Naturally, the weapon designers were dissatisfied with West's attitude.
"Shut up!"
" F * ck!" Max turned around and shouted," If you could design the ex-wife missile, you could make us wait here!"”
After saying that, Max gritted his teeth. He was also very dissatisfied, but...
This was reality!
West had enough strength to make them, famous weapon designers, stand at the door and wait!
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