Chapter 37: I

, The Genie Starting from Marvel

Stark Industries Group Headquarters, the company building's security department welcomed a new building security guard.

"Young man, my name is Moerle, and I am the security captain of the security department here. I will teach you how to be a qualified security guard."

Moerle enthusiastically patted Blade's arm, completely ignoring Blade's dull, dead-fish eyes.

Ever since Tony Stark announced the closure of the weapons manufacturing department, Stark Industries Group's stock plummeted in response, with a daily drop of over 40 percent.

This wave of decline stifled countless shareholders, and unlike many stock declines, it was different.

When Tony Stark made the decision, he hadn't greeted anyone in advance, so this wave of stifling not only hit retail investors but also various institutions, including Stark Industries Group's own shareholders.

If it weren't for Obadiah Stane making a reverse statement in time, Stark Industries Group's stock price would have fallen even more miserably.

Moreover, in order to maintain the company's stability, Obadiah Stane also privately contacted multiple institutions, promising them that he would dispel Tony Stark's childish ideas and cooperate to pull up the stock price.

After all, the current stock price decline was only due to capital flight caused by panic. Even if Stark Industries Group didn't invent anything from now on and just lived off its past achievements, the stock price shouldn't be at this level.

Although Stane had made efforts, the shareholders whose capital chains collapsed due to this wave of operations could still surround Stark Industries Group and shout at the door every day.

Facing this situation, Stane turned a blind eye. This was also a way to exert pressure on Tony Stark, so Stane only passed the proposal put forward by Pepper to increase security personnel to maintain a certain level of safety.

After being taken around the company by Moerle, Blade was arranged to keep watch at a point. The mission was only one: do not let anyone without a pass enter the building from here. In a situation where there was truly no other way, he was allowed to fire his gun, but he could not kill anyone.

Blade waved at Moerle. After he walked around a corner, he immediately took out his phone and made a call to Nick Fury.

"Motherf***er! What do you mean?! Said it was a bodyguard, how did it become a security guard?!" Blade's anger flared up. The difference in various treatments between the two was huge.

Moreover, who can a security guard protect? Stark Industries is currently mired in a public opinion storm. Don't look at the security captain saying he can use a gun, but anyone who dares to fire before the attackers do will definitely be finished.

"Tony Stark's bodyguard is not so easy to become, and we also need you to gain his relative trust. Direct application is impossible." Nick Fury's calm voice came from the phone.

"Direct application doesn't work... you still want me to get promoted bit by bit? Are you dreaming?" Blade was already prepared to pack up and run.

From an ordinary security guard to the former chairman's private bodyguard, let alone whether it's possible, even if it were, it wouldn't be something that could be done in a year or two.

"Rest assured, it won't be too long. There is an opportunity to perform today; we have all arranged it." Nick Fury continued.

"Seven days." Blade gave a deadline. "Said it was to protect him for a month. If I'm still a security guard after seven days, I won't do it."

"Rest assured, I will handle it." Nick Fury continued mysteriously. In short, he refused to reveal even a little bit more.

Blade hung up the phone helplessly, standing in the shade, looking at the money-losing shareholders shouting various slogans in front of him.

To be honest, if it were an ordinary person, being able to be a security guard here would definitely be taking a shortcut forty years shorter.

Stark Industries Group's security guard salary and benefits were much higher than ordinary white-collar workers, and of course, they were also a bit more dangerous than ordinary white-collar workers, especially at this time.

That afternoon, just when Blade was still bored, he suddenly felt he was being stared at. He turned his head to look, and the intuition brought by the werewolf immediately triggered; the sense of threat rose up all at once.

That's an expert!

Blade looked at the guy in the crowd wearing sunglasses with very clear muscle lines and thought in his heart.

While Blade was sizing him up, Frank was also observing this target of his.

That's right, Frank was invited by Nick Fury to act.

Frank's identity made it unlikely he was a pawn of other forces and wouldn't deliberately cause trouble.

Frank's combat power could also guarantee that there would be no casualties when acting; Nick Fury didn't want the matter to become even bigger.

Combining these two points, Frank was the best actor to serve as Blade's stepping stone for promotion.

After the agreed time arrived, Frank pushed through the crowd in front of him, twisted his neck under everyone's gaze, and walked over.

With such obvious movements, Blade also understood: one of his own, hold back a bit when the time comes, don't really let the person get hurt.

"Sir, please show your pass, otherwise you are not allowed to enter." Blade extended his hand, signaling Frank to stop.

Frank took off his trench coat; there was a gun tucked into his waist.

The moment the gun was revealed, the crowd behind Frank began to stir, and various sounds also rang out in Blade's headset.

"Tom! Don't fire, we'll be there immediately!" Moerle called out Blade's other fake name.

Frank pulled out the gun and then threw it aside. This was a statement: I have it but I won't use it. This posture was made; look at which security guard would dare to shoot him!

"Sir, you are not allowed to enter here, please leave!" Blade pulled out his baton with his right hand, flicked it open with a swish, and met Frank.

The two pushed and shoved a few times casually. Frank suddenly launched an attack, throwing an old-fashioned punch toward Blade's face, leaving him with a black eye.

Damn! Playing for real?!

Blade had a bit of anger; he rushed up directly with the baton.

Good skills!

Frank looked at Blade's superior speed, and his body reacted naturally.

Pa, pa, pa—fists and baton collided, making crisp sounds. Immediately after, Frank kicked Blade out with a chest-kicking foot.

The scene of the two fighting was much better-looking than many kung fu movies; the surrounding crowd was stunned.

Grass! Could it be I got it wrong, ran into a real one? How is he so fierce?!

Blade rubbed his chest. Although he hadn't used his full strength, it shouldn't be something an ordinary person could beat.

Looking at Blade's appearance, Frank suddenly reacted: he wasn't here to spar, he was here to act!

And so, when Blade rushed up again, Frank directly released a Pacific Ocean's worth of water, successfully allowing Blade to control him before others arrived.

Twisting Frank's arm behind his back, Blade, who had completed the control mission, was not happy at all. He naturally felt that Frank had released water, meaning this was indeed one of his own.

But... all one's own... and agreed upon... was it necessary to hit so hard?! And was it necessary to find an expert? I couldn't even beat him!

The more Blade thought about it, the more he felt it was a bit inexplicable. ===== CHAPTER 38 =====