The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

The outer skeleton of the Stark Building unfolded amid the roar, the mesh structure supporting the triangular tower retracted, the cylindrical metal skeleton shell opened, and the main support structure popped up inside, the gun barrel was fitted and embedded, and the shell unfolded layer by layer. Arm up.

Countless identical processes are repeated continuously, the metallic brilliance is like sunlight floating on the sea surface, and the exquisite steel skeleton is like swimming fish floating on the sea surface. In just a few seconds, the entire Stark Tower unfolds and evolves from top to bottom. Countless turrets and weapons poured out.

After the small turrets on the uppermost floor were fully deployed, a row of launching devices rose between the two metal pillars at the top of the triangular tower, and then turned while humming, aiming at the two sides that were in a stalemate.

The defense protocol is activated, the standard defense measures are launched, locking...locking complete...ready...

Across the layers of hard metal, and the perfectly fitted inner structure, the lever is tilted, the gear is turned, the energy is transmitted along the line, the preheating, the firing pin vibrates, the first-stage barrel, the second-stage barrel, blooming like a bud On the muzzle, light descends.

When a rain of fire poured down, the Stark mecha unit led by War Machine Rhodes took off, evacuated, and cross-covered in an orderly manner, while the Hammer mech unit led by Justin Hanmo fully demonstrated what is called headless fly.

The moment he was about to take off, half of the hundreds of mechas were defeated by the violent rain of bright fire.

The smoky fragments fell to the ground, rolled a few times, swayed twice in place, and completely turned into powder.

Everyone who was brought to the security level of Stark Tower saw a missile catch up with a mecha with a sharp sound of piercing through the air, and after a violent explosion, countless fragments fell.

Immediately afterwards, hundreds of missiles with tail smoke passed by, screaming like ghosts painted in the night. Everyone behind the glass curtain wall was silhouetted by the flames of the violent explosion. They looked up and saw the blank sky in New York. Day-blooming fireworks.

Hammer thought that today's scene would be a robot war, but it turned out that surface-to-air missiles and comprehensive ground-to-air fire coverage are the best weapons against these mechs.

Stark, who has experienced the coming of the mechanical master, no longer wants to fight hand-to-hand with any enemy.

Iron Man now believes that that method of combat is an insult to machinery. In the torrent of steel, every enemy should have the most suitable death method for him, just like the ultimate goal pursued by industry and machinery, calm and precise , Sufficient firepower.

The real Iron Man can have thousands of ways to destroy his enemies, can have them dismantled, smashed, exploded into fireworks, burned into ashes, but none of these should include driving a mech Rush up and swing your fists with the opponent.

Obadiah stood behind the glass wall of his own office and looked out. Stark was floating in the air. With the waving of his arms, the missiles were like sharks chasing their prey. Justin's mecha troops were chased and fled desperately. Under the cover of high-intensity firepower, Justin and Whiplash couldn't even find a chance to get close to Stark.

He remembered Stark who was fighting with the mecha driven by General Johnson. At that time, Stark was forced to be very embarrassed and even seriously injured, but now, the supporting structures on both sides of the glass curtain wall are full of layers. On the turret, the flames of the bullets made Obadiah a little unclear about the situation outside.

Obadiah bowed his head, lit a cigarette for himself, then picked up the phone, and before the call was connected, he murmured to himself: It seems that your son has finally enlightened...

When Stark's astonishing firepower was fully deployed, the military helicopters arrived, but they did not dare to approach the fire coverage area at all. Even the advanced mecha driven by Justin would collapse under such ferocious firepower coverage. It is impossible for gunships to withstand such an offensive.

But the problem they faced was that after the entire Stark Building was converted into a cluster of forts, the area covered by the firepower was a bit too large. They couldn't even talk to Stark face to face, so they could only call him from a distance. Telephone.

It was Obadiah's voice that sounded first in Stark's mecha, and he heard his uncle say in a calm tone: Soon, the military's call will be connected to you, those who were sent out by you The benefits must be recovered, do as I say...

Two minutes later, Rhode's voice came from Stark's mecha: The military wants to negotiate, do you want to connect?

Refused to connect, you take the mecha armed forces to kill the few fish that escaped the net that have not been smashed, and make sure that they no longer have any armed forces except for Justin and Ivan's own mecha,

Got it, Zizi...

Two minutes later, Jarvis' voice sounded: The scanning results are being confirmed... The threat has been completely eliminated, the fire coverage is shrinking, and the military communication has been connected...

Before the person on the other side could speak, Stark said, Send the helicopter over and we'll have an interview.

Looking at the countless forts on the Stark Tower that have not been put away, the military liaison said: We can't go there, please leave your fire coverage, and then...

Leave my fire coverage? Stark's tone was a little mocking: Do you have any new moon landing plans recently?

Beep—beep— a busy tone came from the military's communication, and soon, Stark heard an even older voice: In ten minutes, we will send people to Stark Tower for negotiations...

Under the watchful eyes of the military helicopter, Stark landed slowly. He put away the mech covering his body, and then walked back to the interior of the building.

Soon, the turret on the Stark Building gradually shrank back, and the flow of people released from the security layer, like a flood tide, spewed out from the narrow door.

As the sky darkened, the huge school of fish gradually shunted and returned to where they should go, and the buildings were lit up with lights one after another.

New York is brightly lit tonight, sleepless all night.

Global Times, Bugle Daily, New York Daily, in the buildings of major newspapers, looking into the room from the window, countless people are immersed in their work, photos are sent to the printer one by one, and newspapers fly out of the printing factory like butterflies The same, flapping its wings over New York, drawing a smooth arc.

The employees of the newspaper office who worked overtime all night watched the amber-like coffee liquid dripping into the cup in front of the coffee machine, splashing water ripples circle after circle, and creating rippling foam.

After the foam dissipated, Schiller put down the glass, stretched out his hand to take off his glasses, rubbed the space between his brows, closed the newspaper in his hand, and asked Rhodes beside him, So, the military negotiated with Stark?

Sooner or later we have to talk about it. Rhodes' tone was very relaxed. After returning from vacation, the seriousness of the soldier on him was diluted a lot. Rhodes took a sip of coffee and said: But the military made a mistake. One thing.

What?

Rhodes smiled, he recalled the scene after the battle yesterday.

The sound of hurried and careful footsteps sounded in the lobby on the first floor of the Stark Building. The elevator door opened, and a few pairs of boots stepped into the elevator. The serious faces of the generals were blocked by the slowly closing elevator door.

With a sound of ding, the elevator arrived, and following the guidance of the lights, they pushed open the door of a conference room, but the person who appeared in the conference room was not the expected Tony Stark, but another person, one of them The person you least want to see.

The leading admiral's expression twitched, and he spat out a name in a low voice: ...Obadiah Stanislav.

Schiller took a sip of coffee, turned the newspaper in his hand to the next page, and said while reading: I can already imagine their horror.

It may be a little worse than you imagined. Rhodes' tone was a bit gloating, and he said: Since I left the military system and looked at these things from the perspective of a bystander, I discovered that once How stupid of me to stand in these people's shoes and ask everyone to contribute to the country.

Then you don't plan to go back?

Rhodes shook his head and said, It's hard for me to completely break away from this system, I've gone too far on this road.

I'm waiting for the right moment, when I have the ability to change it, even if only part of it is good.

After all, I can't be hired by Tony and work entirely for him, because then I would have no position to punch him when he messes up.

I can see that you really want to punch him.

I said, I'm waiting for a suitable time. Rhodes shrugged and said with a smile.

Let's talk about the negotiation. Justin Hammer and Ivan Vanke should also participate, right?

Yeah, their part is the best.

After the generals came in, Justin Hammer and Ivan Vanke, who were tattered and smoking, followed behind them.

Rhodes and several other mechs escorted them over. Obadiah sat at the conference table. He didn't even look at Hammer, but his eyes fell on Ivan's face.

Stark was wearing a suit when he came in, and his whole body was spotless. When he saw Justin's mecha, he walked up it with a smile, and then slapped the mecha's shoulder fiercely with his hand, and there was a click on the shoulder. The armor fell off directly, a series of sparks emanated from the internal circuit, and with a bang, the arm armor on the arm also exploded.

Stark grinned, What did you call this thing? Ex-wife? That's all a married man can do? Hahahahaha!

Ivan next to him wanted to shake his fist, but Rhodes stopped him. The two lightning whips on the whip had been disarmed, and the room was full of Stark's mechs, so he had to catch him without a fight.

Obadiah still looked at Ivan, he knocked on the table, motioned for everyone to sit down, Tony and Rhodes sat on the left, the military, Hammer and Ivan sat on the right, and Obadiah sat in the middle.

He looked at the military first, and said calmly: I understand that you intend to knock on the door, but your actions are as rough as ever.

He glanced at Justin Hammer and said, The gloves you are looking for are far inferior to his father's, and the knock on the door is not pleasant.

With Obadiah around, Stark entered that fugue state again. He didn't try to understand what Obadiah was referring to at all, and he didn't bother to think about the current situation on the scene. Besides, all he could do was stare at each other with Ivan.

Skip the lengthy stages of probing each other, being polite, and recalling the past, then jumping over the debates about good and evil, and morality, and finally skipping the stage of looking forward to a happy guest and a world peace. After more than an hour, the matter finally entered the topic .