Vanke Group, through the monitoring equipment, looked at the Stark Building that had fallen across the opposite side and the fierce attacks that had already spread to him. Ivan Vanke's eyes couldn't help but cold, and he said coldly to Yelena, a man not far behind him without looking back: "You guys seem to have done something! This is Manhattan, not Afghanistan!"

"What?" Yelena couldn't help but come behind Ivan Vanke when she heard this, put one hand on his shoulder and chuckled, "Is Mr. Ivan Vanke worried about Tony Stark?"

Ivan Vanke suddenly turned around and looked at the stunning woman in front of him for a moment before saying coldly: "This joke is not funny! Ms. Yelena!"

"Sorry," Yelena shrugged her shoulders and said apologetically: "But Mr. Ivan Vanke should know that I am just a pawn, so... I'm sorry, I can do nothing. Of course, Mr. Ivan Vanke is our important partner. If Mr. Vanke needs it, I can contact us for you."

He snorted proudly, and then Ivan Vanke stopped talking nonsense, so he turned around and headed towards the special elevator where his office was.

Obviously, Yelena has the task of monitoring Ivan Vanke, so when she saw Ivan Vanke being ready to leave, she hurriedly called the other party and said, "Mr. Vanke, where are you going?"

"Of course, it's about finding a safer place and staying here... Are you making me think of those who are buried under the Stark Building? "Is there any sarcastic sentence without looking back, and Ivan Vanke went straight into his private elevator.

It was also at this time that Yelena rushed over quickly, obviously wanting to come to Ivan Vanke before the elevator closed, so as not to let him leave his sight.

However, she seemed to be underestimating the speed of the private elevator closing. Even though it was physically more than ordinary people, she was still a beat slower. She could only watch Yifan Vanke waved at her through the transparent glass door and then descended to the bottom.

"Damn it!" Seeing that I was not careful, Ivan Vanke was caught by the opportunity to escape from his sight. After cursing, Yelena quickly picked up the communicator, dialed the crossbone number, and rushed down through another elevator.

"I know," After listening to Ye Lina's report, Crossbones responded and hung up the phone casually. Obviously, Ivan Vanke is not worthy of his energy at all. All he has to do now is to kill Tony Stark with all his strength! Everything else must be put aside first.

However, as the saying goes, a thousand-mile dike, collapsed from an ant hole. The cross bones never expected that it was this person he ignored that led to the failure of his mission, which greatly reduced his position in Alexander Pierce's heart!

In the elevator, seeing that Ye Lina was no longer in her sight, Ivan Vanke used his mobile phone to scan her body, and then directly took out an instrument that should be a wiretap instrument from the back collar. He sneered a few times and threw it under his feet, twisted it with his shoes, and then dialed Anthony's number.

"Ivan, why do you think of calling me?" Anthony's voice came out of the phone and joked: "I thought you should sit at home and watch the show with vodka at this time, listening to music."

"I want to do it too," said Yifan Vanke. "But it's a pity that the opposite side is so noisy that I have no interest."

"That's the case, then you need to complain," Anthony teased: "I believe that our public servants should be happy to help you solve this problem."

"They? They may not do it," Ivan Vanke said in a deep voice: "Unless the National Guard is dispatched, and they have the courage to destroy several streets of Manhattan."

"That's a bit of a headache," Anthony said artificially: "I believe that even the president wants to sign the relevant mandate will be quite stressful."

"So you have to rely on Mr. Anthony, you take action," Ivan Vanke saw that the elevator was almost over, so he went straight to the topic: "I believe that in New York, there should be nothing that can be rare to defeat you, Mr. Anthony."

"Are you sure you know what you are talking about? Ivan," Anthony raised his eyebrows and said deliberately, "If I remember correctly, the Stark Group should be the one who happened. Are you sure you are not talking to me when you are drunk?"

"Of course," Ivan Vanke confirmed: "Stark deserves to die, but he shouldn't die so cheaply, nor should he die in the hands of others!"

"...Okay," Anthony pondered for a moment, and when Ivan Vanke was a little nervous, he finally spoke: "Since it was my dear partner who asked it, it would be cheaper tony Stark. However, it takes 10 minutes for my people to be there, so if he can't hold on for even 10 minutes, then I can't do anything about it."

"Understand, then I'll thank Mr. Anthony here first. If you have time to come to my house for a drink, my father often talks about you." As Anthony's partner, Ivan Vanke knew very well that if Anthony really wanted to help, it wouldn't take that long, but he still nodded to express his understanding.

He hung up the phone with Ivan Vanke, looked at the time, and Anthony dialed Alexander Pierce's phone number.

"What's the matter, Anthony," Alexander Pierce asked on the phone.

"Nothing," Anthony chuckled, "but I haven't contacted Mr. Pierce for a long time, so I greeted him every day, and asked if Mr. Pierce had time to get up and attend the charity dinner that my father had held at the Manhattan Hotel soon."

"Sorry, Anthony, you should know that my job is not suitable for me to stand in the spotlight," Alexander Peel said in a deep voice: "So I'm afraid I can't attend this charity, and... If there is no important thing, I hope you don't contact me directly. Your contact person has always been Rum, do you understand!"

"I understand," Anthony did not care about the other party's tone, but looked at the fierce firefighting in front of Stanco Building, which was played in real time in the projected image in front of him, and chuckled and said, "But Mr. Brock seems inconvenient now, right? Mr. Pierce.

But then again, Mr. Pierce Brock seemed to have made a little too much trouble. After he made such a fuss, I'm afraid I'll be very difficult to do business for a long time!"

"..." Pierce obviously knew what Anthony was saying, so he couldn't help but remain silent for a moment before speaking again: "I will notify him to pay attention. As for your losses... the organization will compensate you."
Chapter completed!