When Stark's cheers were greeted by a burst of crazy howls from people not far away, a half-broken corpse in the sky hit the ground heavily with fragments of the exploding steel suit.

Alvin frowned and looked at the unlucky Killian, who was only half a skeleton and wanted to stand up and fuck Stark. He just wanted to raise his hand to end the fight so as not to disturb Stark's celebration...

A tall mecha warrior suddenly jumped up from his position in the White House corridor, and his big steel feet stepped heavily on the remaining half of Killian's head with a terrifying weight.

Poor Killian didn't even let out the last villain's roar, he simply died with a "click".

The excited Stark didn't know what happened. He turned around and saw Ivan standing on Killian's body. He spread his hands in displeasure and shouted: "Hey, Russian, I am the winner, you can't take it from me."

Limelight..."

Ivan took off his helmet, stared at Stark for a few seconds, and finally spat in the side with contempt and cursed, "Damn Yankee!"

Alvin looked at Ivan in amusement, who had suppressed the urge to beat Stark and walked towards him. He gave him a high-five with a smile and said, "Beat him, beat him. I will definitely stand by you this time."

Hey, that bastard Stark stole the spotlight from all of us..."

Ivan, whose expression was not very good, heard Alvin's instigation and was stunned for a second, then suddenly grinned and winked at him, and said in a hoarse voice: "I decided to change the time, and now we are one

Dude..."

Alvin was stunned for a moment, looking at Ivan's mottled mecha that smelled like gunpowder and the Russian guy's seemingly handsome smile, he was suddenly moved.

This Russian guy is a truly reliable friend. No matter how bad his character or bad temper is, he will be there when his friends need him. This is true for Alvin and the others, and it is also true for Barney's gang of war dogs.

He may not be called a "good person", but why should all his friends be "good people"?

Assholes should be together, we are the same...

Alvin laughed and punched Ivan hard on the abdomen, making a "bang" sound. He shouted happily: "Yes, we are in the same group, but your two big frozen noses are always sticking to me."

My mind is spinning, you have lowered our standards.

Man, remember to install air conditioning on the mecha next time, you looked terrible before, haha..."

Ivan grinned and operated the mecha like a child, holding the shoulders of Ares 3 and shouting with a smile: "This is our style, keep respect for us.

I hope you still have wine in your restaurant, let’s go drink it today!”

Alvin laughed loudly and greeted Strange, who was coming with him, and shouted: "Man, open the door for us, let's go back and have a party..."

Strange glanced at the crowd watching around him, pinched his nose and came over reluctantly, opened a space door with sparks flying in front of Alvin, and then said to Alvin: "Man, you can't take it.

We work as doormen, and now Master Wang Yuan is under great pressure.

Master Modu has announced that he will convene a closed-door meeting with Kama Taj to discuss these matters.

That's a lunatic who likes to torture himself, man, our lives are bad enough, don't make it too difficult for us."

Alvin pushed Ivan through the space door, patted Strange on the shoulder with a smile, and said with a smile: "This is what I like about you.

But today is a day to celebrate, forget about those bad things.

We are friends, and when you need me, I'm here, I'm in Hell's Kitchen..."

After hearing this, Strange smiled and hugged Alvin, and said: "Let's get started, there will be beautiful girls at the party, right?

The Wizard King loves Beyoncé so much, can Stark invite her to the carnival?"

Alvin glanced at Stark, who was already surrounded by the media, shook his head with a smile, and then smiled at Strange and said: "The president of Stark Group is standing in front of you, I will immediately

Call someone to send invitations.

How about Swift? Fatty Wang Yuan loves her to death, this is compensation for him..."

After hearing this, Strange smiled like a horse-faced old lady, and made a strange "ho-ho-ho" scary laugh. Then he pushed Alvin hard and shouted: "This only happens in dreams."

There is a party, go and hold it quickly, Mr. President..."

………………

When Alvin and his gang returned to Hell's Kitchen to prepare for the party, in a mountain cabin in New Jersey, the Montana senator who was trying to carve up the Stark Group's new energy project with the congressmen and a group of new energy

The leaders of the group sat together and discussed something very nervously.

The obese Senator from Montana stood at the main seat, straightened his body and waved his short, fat arms, and said loudly: "We can't sit still and wait for death, we need to consider how to face the next situation..."

Just when the Montana senator was still trying to encourage those people loudly, a 7mm bullet penetrated the wall of the wooden house and hit his chest, taking away most of his chest.

The fat senator looked down at his still bulging internal organs and those disgusting beige fats. He was stunned for a few seconds before he thought of letting out a scream, but it was too late...

The old black man Isaac Johnson and the white man Jack Penn, who had deceived Bob Lee Swagger, nervously pulled out their pistols and hid themselves at the corner of the house, while they kept shouting, "Sniper, get down, get down."

Down……"

The old black man Isaac Johnson was a good player who had been on the battlefield all year round. While he loudly ordered the bodyguards to find cover, he cursed in a low voice, "Damn it, it's Bob Liswager, who gave him the courage?"

While the old black man was talking, a bullet hit Jack Payne's arm, and then took away one of his thighs along his curled up body.

Jack Payne, who had always been a little nervous, had a strange expression and let out a crow-like laugh, shouting: "Oh, well done, the best sniper, haha, we are dead..."

The old black man looked at his black brother's psychotic villain performance and cursed angrily: "Fuck, shut up Jack, shut up..."

Jack Payne lowered his voice as if he was obedient, and like a lunatic, dipped his own blood on the ground with his only intact hand, put it in front of his eyes, looked at it, then put it into his mouth for a taste, and said softly:

"The taste of bad guy's blood is actually no different..."

The villain, the old black man, huddled in the corner, watching his most capable man take his last breath, and cursed angrily. Just as he was about to order the bodyguards to fight back, a bullet hit him in the head.

The large-caliber bullet smashed the old villain's head into pieces, and the splash of blood made the big shots of various energy groups scream like little girls.

When they fought with power and money in the modern legal society, they may have never thought about what those people who really fight with flesh and blood look like, but now they have seen it.

A barrage of bullets killed several bodyguards who tried to fight back from the window. At this time, a middle-aged man in a decent suit was huddled next to the fireplace with his head in his hands, not caring that his expensive suit was stained with black ash and became dirty.

He cried loudly and shouted in a broken voice, "We surrender, we surrender, we can talk..."

As the middle-aged man screamed, the gunfire miraculously stopped.

One of the bodyguards had the courage to tear off a piece of white tablecloth and tie it to his automatic rifle. He opened the doorknob, stretched out his hand and waved the rifle vigorously.

Nearly half a minute later, the terrifying sniper still didn't fire. The bold bodyguard smiled nervously, swallowed hard, looked at the horrified eyes around him, and then bravely turned around slowly and completely.

They opened the door, waved their rifles tied with white flags, and shouted loudly: "We surrender..."

Seeing that the bold bodyguard action seemed to be working, several big shots looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief. Then they were about to whisper an order to kill the sniper as soon as he appeared...

A bullet hit the bodyguard standing at the door, sending those lucky big shots back to hell.

The large-caliber bullet broke the unlucky guy's waist. The moment the unlucky bodyguard fell, a figure wearing a ghillie suit rushed over from not far away from the wooden house and threw a big bag along the wide open door.

Entered the cabin.

The few surviving bodyguards had no time to care about the man who threw things. They almost instinctively rushed towards the big bag, but everything was too late...

With his back to the explosion, FBI agent Timmons ran 50 meters in a ghillie suit. He looked back at the wooden house that was completely ignited by the "supermarket bomb". He didn't know whether what he did was right or not. Bob took

I didn't stop him when I was buying things in the supermarket, although I didn't know at the time that those "daily necessities" were used to make incendiary bombs.

After getting along with each other for a few days, Timmons saw the dark and disgusting side of the so-called big shots. They were like greedy wild dogs chasing profits at all costs.

In contrast, the tragic and desperate side of a true patriot like Bob Liswager makes those people look even more hateful, which also prompted him to partner with Bob to complete this "revenge" for him, including himself.

Now everything seems to be over!

Timmons took off his ghillie suit, pressed the communicator, and said to Bob who was hiding somewhere: "Man, it's over, what are your plans?"

Bob on the other end of the communicator was silent for a moment and said: "That guy named Raymond Ledington wants to introduce me to a job.

Avengers, Avengers, I think it suits me very well, what about you?"

Timmons wrinkled his funny square face and said with a wry smile: "The FBI is doing an internal inspection, I guess I have to go to the detention center to stay for a while.

I hope they can find me a kinder inmate..."

…………

In a detention center in Florida, the man sat on a hard bed and looked through the iron bars at the White House on the small TV in front of the guard in the distance.

Seeing that Killian's head was exploded by Ivan's kick, the Mandarin shook his head helplessly, glanced at the cellmates around him, and he looked very timid and found a small corner to squat down with his shoulders slumped.

There is really no safer place for him in America right now than prison!

A blond young man covered with tattoos looked at the Mandarin and shouted: "Hey, you, it's you, I heard that you are the Mandarin's stand-in?

Do you look the same as him?

Can you say a few words like him? That guy is so cool!"

As he spoke, the blond young man sat upright and imitated the tone of the Mandarin's terrifying announcement on TV, saying: "America needs education, and I am the best teacher..."

The Mandarin looked at the young man who was imitating his own appearance. He suddenly stood up and straightened his back, like an eagle watching its prey. An evil smile appeared on his pale and old face, giving him the aura of a villain.

It suddenly opened, causing a group of unlucky people who were about to squat in the kiln to take a breath of air.

Facing the suddenly quiet prison, the Mandarin slowly turned his eyes and looked around until the most vicious prisoner lowered his head.

The air seemed to solidify under the aura exuded by Mandarin...

"Chi..." a laugh came, and a long-faced, curly-haired man in his thirties covered his mouth, as if he couldn't bear to interrupt the Mandarin's performance.

Seeing the gloomy look that Lord Manchu turned towards, the long-faced man suppressed a smile and said in a squeaky voice: "Fortunately, all the thieves are locked up here, but you must not do this in prison.

Even Marlon Brando put away his Godfather airs when he went to prison, not to mention you are just a bad stage actor."
To be continued...