"squeak…"

The suddenly stagnant tires rubbed against the ground, leaving two white marks on the ground. The Dodge Battle Axe, which was rushing at a speed of 300 kilometers per hour, stopped in front of Stark's luxurious villa.

Stark, with a pale face, tremblingly turned over from the Dodge Battle Axe. His turbid eyes had long disappeared from the excitement he had just seen Solo turn into the Dodge Battle Axe in front of him.

"vomit…"

Stark rushed to the side of the road and vomited heavily. He swore that the bastard Soro must have done it on purpose. This was the worst driving experience in his life.

"It's so disgusting! If you spit on me just now, I will definitely kill you!"

Solo curled his lips and showed an expression of disgust. The response to him was a middle finger that was still trembling slightly.

When he came back with Stark, the Dodge Battle Axe was far from being raised to the maximum speed, but for normal humans who did not wear any protective measures, the speed of 300 kilometers per hour was already the limit that the body could withstand.

"What are we going back to do? Your steel suit is not here. Those people are like African refugees, nothing is left behind."

Stark's villa was quiet, and there were rumblings of insects in the grass from time to time. Soro looked into the villa, and he could even see the broken traces left by Stark and the monks after fighting.

"They can't take everything..."

He was about to vomit bitter bile, and Stark wiped the residual liquid from the corner of his mouth. Although his face was pale, his bright eyes were extremely firm, and his whole body revealed a momentum that made Solo look slightly sideways.

Follow Stark into the basement of his villa. In the empty basement, a few cables still hanging from the roof were still flashing sparks.

"Welcome to home, Mr. Stark! I am so happy to see you come back safely!"

Jarvis's slow voice rang out.

"Thank you! Jarvis! Tell me about the progress of the Mark Four, and I hope to hear good news!"

There were still a few scratches on Stark's pale face, and Jarvis's voice restored his bad mood a little. He closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, then asked quickly.

"The upgrade has been completed and is now assembled."

In Solo's eyes, the empty floor under their feet slowly unfolded, and a circular hole leaked out. A metal platform rotated and rose to the ground. Under the light, the new golden and red armor flashed with luxurious light.

Soro curled his lips, tilted his head, and looked up and down at the brand new armor, and the dazzling ark reactor at the chest of the armor.

"Underground factory? What a wonderful hidden spot! You really know how to hide things."

"There are many people from Obadai in the company. I'm not at ease when I give them the steel suits. I'm not sure. I'll help me. It's hard for me to install this thing myself."

Stark walked up to pick the ark reactor, and when Soro approached, he lowered his voice.

"Thank you, Soro, you saved me again."

"That's a hiring! You're paying for money and I'm doing business. If you really want to repay me, just get some powerful guys for me at the checkout."

Soro curled his lips with a disgusting face. He reached out to take the ark reactor, and then patted the machine tool next to him, "Lying up, but don't expect me to be as gentle as Pebo."

Soro's words immediately dispelled the gratitude in Stark's eyes. He glared at Soro fiercely, and then lay on the cold machine tool.

"Soro, I really need you and me to protect this city!"

"This city has nothing to do with me!" Soro turned his head and grinned at Stark while installing the reactor. "I'm just fulfilling the employment agreement. Protecting it is what you need to do. Come, while there is still time, let's talk about the monk. Do you say that bald man killed Obadai?"

Soro turned a wrench with one hand and stuffed the reactor into Stark's chest. The latter took a hard breath. When Soro heard Soro mention Obadai, Stark's expression was strange, as if he was crying but not crying, as if he was laughing but not laughing.

There is no doubt that Obadai deceived him and even wanted to kill him for a time. But at the same time, Obadai stood up when Stark was most helpless after Howard Stark's death and helped him stabilize the company with powerful skills, which led to the situation of the Stark Group today.

"They snatched our suits and design drawings, but that was useless. Without my permission, no one could start the suits. All design drawings will be automatically destroyed once they are cracked by external forces."

"But they got the Ark Reactor, which is the real core. Since Obadai improved the Mark One prototype, I can be sure that they must have gone for it! Where is the detailed design drawing!"

"You mean, they could make a large number of steel legions?"

Soro narrowed his eyes and asked the core of the question. This question made Stark silent for a moment. He once wondered if it was the right thing to design a steel suit. He finally sighed.

"Yes, after mastering the prototype of the ark reactor and the design drawings of the reactor, they only need to organize a team of qualified guys to find imitations, and then they can create a continuous stream of steel warriors."

"I have notified the relevant departments to ask them to block the neighborhood, but..."

Stark turned his head, his bright eyes appearing deeper and more painful,

"Soro, do you know? Stark is dead in Afghanistan, and from there, he is an Iron Man who vows to protect people. I thought I did the right thing, but the truth is, I have created a more terrifying weapon with my own hands. I want to protect the world, but I... push it into the abyss with my own hands..."

The atmosphere was silent for a few seconds.

"So, are you confessing to me? Man, first of all, I'm not a pastor, secondly, I have no feelings for this city, you've found the wrong person."

Soro completed the installation of the ark reactor, and the wrench "kak" restored to its normal palm, and his slightly indifferent electronic sound started.

"Wars will always happen, and all we can do is accept. If this can make you feel better, then I will say that it is not your fault, but I don't think you need such a weak thing."

Soro walked to the steel suit, flicked his fingers gently, and made a crisp metallic sound.

"Think about Peppo, think about the people you care about and the one you love, do you still have to waste time whining here without any illness? Regret, that's the most useless thing in the world! Hell, you are Iron Man, and the enemy appears, then knock him down, dig a hole and stomp on it, and then piss it on it."

...

At the same time, in Stark Building, a heavy truck pulled the container slowly out of the basement of Stark Group. The tires crushed the ground and made a slight "bump..." sound. It was obvious that the load capacity of this heavy truck had almost reached its limit.

The parking lot's door bar slowly rose, and inside the manipulation room, a pale man waved to the person in the cab. Behind him, a burly man in Stark Group security costume fell in a pool of blood, his eyes wide open, full of horror.

In the container loaded by heavy trucks, Obadai lies quietly through Mark One's improved Iron Overlord, and Yu Stark's steel suit is different with a huge black and gray body, simple and rough, full of a primitive, unrivaled sense of power in the heavy metal industry.

Beside him, a hand-joining ninja in black clothes was reporting to him the news that Stark was rescued and the guards were wiped out in a language with a simple pronunciation.

“Um…”

Fu Hu's cold eyes were deep, and his palms were held sharply. A clear palm print appeared on the steel seat beside him, and then melted into iron juice dripped from the gap in his palm like quicksand.

"They sacrificed for the great Ten Rings' divine mission, and their spirits will be reborn in the eternal kingdom shining with the glory of the Ten Rings."

Fu Hu took a deep breath and said slowly in an extremely pious tone. During the whole process, the hand-joining ninjas in the car prayed with him, and they were like the most pious craziest believers, completely deprived of their own thinking and fanatical followers of their leaders.

This truck with an ordinary appearance slowly left the Stark Building and integrated into the road of carriages and horses. Its direction is obvious, but it is the Queens dock, where as long as they have money, they can easily transport anything from New York to all over the world.

Looking at the traffic flowing on the road, a smile appeared on the corner of Fu Hu's mouth

"What a hypocritical and corrupt world, when a legion of steel is created, this world will be reborn in the blazing flame of the Great Ten Rings."

He held the ark reactor in his arms and looked at the iron king lying flat in front of him. Fu Hu's cold face showed a smile for the first time.

"The truck in front, please park for inspection!"

Just as the truck slowly drove out of the street intersection where Stark Building was, the lights were shining, and a row of police cars almost blocked the road. A young policeman holding a stop sign was signaling to stop the truck.

Among a group of busy policemen, Perbo was standing next to the police car with an anxious look on his face. A man with a low head, wearing a black suit and a white shirt, with a gentle expression, a high hairline on both sides, and a very friendly smile on his face, stood beside her.

When the truck situation came, in less than a second, Colson felt something strange with caution. His eyes fell on the slightly flattened tires of the truck, and his eyes were immediately fascinated.

“It’s too much weight.”

"There are obstacles ahead, and there are a large number of policemen. Do we need to force a breakthrough?"

The driving soldier turned his head and looked at Fu Hu. The warrior who had recovered from his previous indifference nodded silently.

"Crash over."

With his order, the truck that was originally driving slowly suddenly began to increase its speed, which stunned the policemen who were undergoing routine inspections.

Colson rushed out with a pistol agilely. He stood in front of the truck, raised his pistol with both hands, and kept pulling the trigger to shoot at the black windshield. Then, his brows frowned slightly, and the bullet hit the target, but it did not cause fatal damage.

Looking at the van that was racing, Colson could only dodge to the side and avoid the rude van that was hitting him. At that moment, he saw a disdainful expression of waiting for an opportunity.

It was a bald soldier, and the place where the shot in his eyebrows was recovering quickly. He looked at Colson, gently stroked his neck, and an extremely arrogant throat-cutting ceremony. Then, the galloping heavy truck rushed to the police car with a brutal attitude, crushing the blocked police car in the roughest posture, and finally leaving a sea of ​​fire that would leave.

Perbo, whose pretty face was slightly white, picked up his cell phone. After a moment, her panic sound rang in Soro and Stark's ears.
Chapter completed!