Transforming American comics starts with a leap of faith

Chapter 55

Tony Stark is repairing his Mark II modification.

This generation of battle suits is really unlucky. It was directly pierced by Kratos's spear... Fortunately, it was only hardware damage, so it is not difficult to recover.

He even made some enhancements to the defense of the suit.

But in subsequent experiments, he discovered another important problem: icing.

He rushed to the sky on a whim last night, only to discover this problem.

Tony had to admit that he really didn't think well, but it's no wonder, after all, this mechanical suit is a brand new type of weapon, and experience can only be accumulated slowly.

This belongs to the overall design defect, and it is not worth the loss to overcome it by modification, so after repairing some mechanical damage caused by falling from a high altitude...

The service time has not even exceeded a week, and the Mark II will be sealed forever.

Then Tony liked the new and hated the old and developed Mark III.

But just at the design stage, it was interrupted by Pepper.

"Tony, do you remember the banquet tonight?"

"Of course I remember." Tony did not forget. He had already figured out how to pretend to be aggressive after he went there. He would definitely be able to max out the experience points of those tycoons. He said to Little Pepper: "It's time to change clothes?"

"This banquet has been cancelled."

Tony said with a little regret: "Wow, then they are really unlucky."

"Wait." Little Pepper looked at the phone, and continued after a while: "You can change your clothes."

Tony, who was about to re-enter the development work, frowned.

"what's the situation?"

"I don't know. It is said that the original planned location has a safety hazard...Maybe the mayor's security team found something, why don't you go?"

While changing his clothes, Tony said, "Go, you go change your clothes too, and I'll make some preparations here."

Pepper turned and left, Tony answered Happy's phone and asked him to prepare a big truck, and he wanted to load something.

The neatly dressed Tony got into the laboratory again and looked at Mark II who was almost retired.

Tsk, the second generation may be able to go to the battlefield.

Hope it's an illusion.

Time waited for no one, Tony chose a concubine-like car in his huge garage, and set off together with Pepper, who was dressed up.

Pepper wore a sapphire-colored backless evening dress today, with delicate makeup. The provocative Tony started to move in the car, but Pepper refused.

"Retouching makeup is too troublesome."

A guy like him is the center of attention wherever he goes.

In fact, since Tony stepped out of the Stark Tower, the paparazzi have been following him, but although Happy looks naive, he is an extremely professional and experienced bodyguard.

Otherwise, Stark and Pepper would not be trusted.

As the car drove through Bryant Park, all the stalkers were thrown off.

After passing the wax museum, avoiding the south of Hell's Kitchen, and heading south along the Hudson River, Tony finally reached the end of the trip.

It wasn't too early for him to come. Many reporters had already gathered here. As soon as he got off the bus, these people... surrounded him politely.

The problem mainly revolves around an outside speculation, that is, whether his disbandment of the weapons development department and his dealings with Stark Industries and terrorists are related.

Tony glanced at Catherine and said a few words in a social manner without seeing Catherine, and left with Pepper without looking back.

Entering the hall, Tony naturally looked like a dragon entering the sea, attracting everyone's attention.

But I don't know why... Although he still has a high-class demeanor, there is always an indescribable weird feeling.

"Tony." Someone greeted him.

The arrival surprised him a little.

Justin Hammer.

The head of the Hanmer military industry has a long-standing grudge with him. He has provoked him on various occasions. Although he slapped him in the face every time, he always looked unconvinced.

The two did not shake hands.

Tony didn't want to be too friendly with mice.

In his eyes, Justin Hammer is just an empty-headed and pretentious pirated weapons dealer.

Tony simply pretended not to see Justin Hammer.

"I can't figure out why you gave up on weapon development." Hammer said with a smile on his face, "I'd rather not have such a victory!"

He tried very hard to look like he had won, which made Tony feel a little funny:

"You should be more worried about your own bankruptcy crisis, after all, you won't have to copy in the future."

To be honest, that's probably it.

But Hammer's character today is surprisingly good, he even has a little sincerity:
"I'm serious Tony, I will always miss the days when I competed with you in the arms market."

This made Tony amused: "I don't remember ever competing with you, haven't you been trampled by me to eat leftovers?"

Hammer laughed, which made Tony think he might be sick.

"Anyway, I wish you a happy life in the future, Tony." Justin Hammer finally said: "The weapons of Hammer Military Industry are not bad, and you will see them in the days to come."

After that, he turned and left.

The old director saw all this in his eyes. He was dressed as a security guard at the moment. Although he was a little older, he felt very reliable.

He leaned over to Hanmer, his voice was as thin as a mosquito, but he could make the other party hear clearly:

"Do you want to die?"

A trace of cold sweat condensed on the forehead of Justin Hammer, thinking that this old thing is so murderous.

He coughed lightly, but was stopped by the other party when he wanted to say something.

"Come here with your false body, and don't let me see you doing unnecessary things again."

Hammer left as promised.

The old bureau chief took a breath and calmed down.

He hated this kind of accident the most. If Hammer Military Industry hadn't provided the latest high-explosive bombs, he would never have let Justin, an idiot, get involved.

Why do you have to come here to play tricks?
Are you tired of living?
Looking at the false prosperity in the arena, the old director's eyes showed a gleam of coldness.

Before long, this place will be in ruins.

However, the voice in the earphone made his face darken.

"Report, Wilson Fisk missed his appointment and his convoy diverted to Hell's Kitchen."

"..."

Although he understood Jin Bin's intention in an instant, the old director was still a little annoyed.

"I should have thought of that."

He still doesn't know enough about the mentality of gangsters. What Jin Bing needs is not only to kill the clown, but also wants a hearty victory...

But this is just a small change, the clown should still come here.

The old bureau chief was quite confident in his judgment, and that lunatic probably didn't value Jin as much as many people imagined.

He just wants to perform.

Compared with chasing and killing Jin Bin, he is more eager to play his heartbeat in such a big scene.

As expected, it didn't take long for the clown to walk in so arrogantly, still wearing a somewhat worn-out long suit, smiling jokingly, and scanning the audience viciously.

Sensing the restlessness of his subordinates, the old bureau chief hurriedly stopped him.

"Check the surroundings, clear those annoying scare boxes, don't rush to do it, we don't know if this clown is real or not."

After giving the order, he calmly looked at the banquet scene.

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(End of this chapter)